#his eye patch is on the wrong side too its amazing

[octo-rosa]

head empty just that tiny figure of young calico jack on the record player treasure chest in the parrot fish episode

[ioniansunsets]

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Birthday Special ✖

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Birthday Special ✖

✖ Word Count: 836

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: I think of this as a 10pm-2am party on the 30th so Kayn can quietly pretend its a party for his real 31st Birthday.

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It was irritating, he'd have to admit. A full day of media and paparazzi chasing him. All he wanted was to by your side, to celebrate with you, to not have to phase through walls just to hide from the crowd. The crowd that was even worse than usual because it was Halloween night. He clicks his tongue as he pulls his facemask up to hide away from the crowd.

" Gods help me."

He whispers angrily under his breath. Almost like an answer to his prayers, Ezreal pops up and drags him down an alley, helping him to slip away from some fans and find his way to the club that you told him to meet you at. It was the usual spot, Heartsteel's favorite bar, the bouncers already waving to let Kayn and Ezreal in.

" Everyone's waiting LMAO! You're so late." " You're late too loser. The fuck you on about!"

Ezreal laughs as he flings the doors open. You, with the help of some others in Heartsteel booked out the entire club for Kayn this night. A hustle and bustle as K/DA and some other friends of Kayn's hang out, laughing and drinking. Cheers from everyone as he walks in, everyone wishing Happy Birthday on what he personally thinks is the wrong day. But attention is attention and he can't say no to a little fun at night. Everyone in little Halloween costumes, high fives, loud laughs, awkward hugs he talks to everyone, socializing and thanking them for the wishes. Yone graciously DJ-ing for the party, Akali pointing him a middle finger as they make eye contact but showing up to the party anyway, Sett and Aphelios trying a hand behind the bar to make drinks for the party. K'Sante sitting by a table talking to Alune and the rest of K/DA. But still, something was wrong, he sees all his friends but where the hell were you? The you who was arguably the most important person to him. The you were the one who invited him here anyway.

" Happy Birthday Kayn!"

At the sound of your voice he perks up, immediately putting his drink down to turn and find you. As he spots you a little away he basically runs over to throw his arms around you, lifting you up and giving you a little spin as you hug him back.

" My favorite person! Where the hell were you! I'm only here because you told me to come by the way."

He sticks out his tongue in mock irritation, arms still around you the whole time. All the attention and well wishes from everyone could never compare to your love. Ah how he loved your smell, your cute laugh, your stupid teasing smug face as it stared at him. He leans down giving you a quick kiss before letting go. Resting his arms across his chest waiting for a good explanation from you.

" Took a while because I had to get this finished for you."

You defend yourself, you hold up a present for him. It was small, suspiciously small for a gift for someone as amazing as him, but it was from you so like hell he won't complain. Picking up the box for your hands he holds it up, shaking it a little, no noise. Curious now he opens it, face immediately lighting up. He puts the wrapping down behind him as he holds up the gift.

" Oh fuck is this...?"

You nod as he examines it, a custom guitar strap. Designed like his recently solidified aesthetic from the Paranoia MV, bright colors, a yellow base, pink, purple and green accents with an imitation of his signature down the strap. Little handmade patches of him and Rhaast on the corner, hearts the colors of all the boys around the middle, and finally your initials sneakily sewn in the underside next to Kayn's right where the strap would meet the guitar, there, yet hidden from view so he could still use this on stage. A beautifully thought out way to have something of you near him all the time, even when he was on tour, on stage or in his studio. How personal... Kayn laughs, a hand returning to pull you into him, he leans down close to your ears as he growls out softly,

" Damn babe...you're going to make me emotional."

A blush rising up your face, Kayn turns to give your cheek a quick kiss. A hand sneakily rising up to wipe something away under his eyepatch. You take note to tease him about it later.

" All custom made and details hand sewn by the way, I got K'sante and Sett to help me."

" Thank you. Amazing gifts from you as always."

After a quick kiss on your forehead, he pulls away from the hug, hand wrapping around yours as he drags you to the bar, the brightest smile on his face as he gives Aphelios a nod to make drinks for you two.

" Now let's properly celebrate together."

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Silver Fox - Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Chris isn’t too happy that he’s getting older, good thing he has you around.

Word Count: 634

Warning: Age Gap (Reader is in their early 30s)! Bit of Angst! Insecurity! Fluff!

A/N: I wrote this on my phone almost immediately after waking up so it’s barely edited!

You let out a long yawn as you walked out of the closet dressed in a pair of shorts and one of Chris’ old tops. You ran your hands down your face as you walked across the bedroom towards the bed that was calling for you.

As you went you passed by the bathroom where you spotted Chris stood in front of the mirror. You paused in your journey turning towards the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe as you admired him.

All he wore was some dark blue checkered pj bottoms, his bare chest on show giving you the best view of his numerous tattoos. As your eyes ran over his body, appreciating what was yours, your gaze finally settled on his face.

You watched as he tilted his head side to side, up and down, fingers running through his beard. The small frown on his face and long sigh telling you something wasn’t right.

“Hey” you say gently getting his attention.

He startles slightly, having not realised you had been watching him. His hands instantly fall from his face as he turns to face you, trying to lean casually against the counter.

“Hey?” He says with a slight questioning tone.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him gently.

He shakes his head slightly giving you a smile you could tell was forced “nothing’s wrong”

“Chris”

Chris lets out a long sigh knowing he wasn’t going to get out of this one, he glances back in the mirror the frown from before reappearing.

“I’m going grey” he sighs sadly.

You frown slightly, surprised and confused that that was the reason he was upset.

“I know it’s stupid and it’s a natural part of ageing but it just reminds me of how old I am and how much older I am then you and I worry that you won’t like it” he explains turning back to face the mirror, hands running over the small grey patches in his beard.

“You’re right it is stupid”

You close the distance between the two of you, your hand taking his getting him to face you. Chris watches your every move with wary eyes as your hands run up his arms, over his chest before moving up to cup his cheeks. Your thumbs gently running over his beard.

“Because I love your little grey patches, I think they’re so unbelievably sexy” you tell him gently, his eyes widening in surprise.

“You don’t mean that”

“I do, I love all of you, every single grey hair, and wrinkle” you say making his face scrunch up “because it means you’ve lived a life, and a pretty amazing one if I have to say”

A small smile plays at the corner of his lips but you could tell he was still unconvinced.

“All these wrinkles” you say, your thumb running over his smile lines “remind me of every time you’ve smiled and laughed, which I love because its the best sight in the world and makes my heart soar”

“And I love these little grey patches because I already know you are going to be the sexiest silver fox in the world” you smirk making Chris chuckle gently.

“But the thing I love most is that for every grey hair, or wrinkle or anything, there is a new part of you for me to love” you finish, the smile on Chris’ face back in full force showing off those smile lines you loved so much.

He cups your cheeks guiding your lips up to his, all the love and thanks he could give filtering through. As he pulls away he presses another kiss to your forehead muttering under his breath how much he loved you.

“I love you too sweetheart” you smile tilting your head back so you could capture his lips once more.

💙💙💙💙

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[figgybeans]

FHJY trailer frame-by-frame

because i love these freaks. ok lets get into it (this is gonna be long)

love the dome this season !! the backgrounds are beautiful. the steps up in production across FH is amazing

ADAINE !! JAWBONE !! BOGGY !! i think her splash art is my have from the six. i have no clue what ESF stands for so anyone lmk

her mini is also i think my favorite, the pins on her leather jacket really sell it. minus points for boggy's HUMAN ARMS though, theres a clearer shot later on

fabian time ! love the blanket. bill seacaster art as well ! god hes terrifying. the doodles on the owlbear stickers are cute too

apples bee ! plus some art of cassandra. kristen is in her strong arc, which the world is all the better for. i think its also important to remember that from the start of the series kristen has always had a higher strength score than fabian (ignoring her 4 dex)

ignore the phantom riz mini, the trailer hardly stayed on his intro art for long. which is a shame cause LOOK AT IT !! the kalina picture, fuckin baron, the corn cuties, so much night yorb, bizz in the corner, captain whitclaw, coach daybreak - the man riz shot through the head in cold blood, the bardy boys !! its perfect.

fig !! sad theres no ayda art in here but theres gotta be in the series. "-and a wizards paramore, YES its part of my identity, thank you" iconic. glad her mini has a custom bass. also gilear <3<3

gorgug my boy. with his giant fuckoff axe. so happy his mini is including his artificer level, PLUS that probably means he takes another level in it, and unlocks infusions >:)

this two headed dragon guy. red dragon can always mean some Kalvaxis callback, but we never know. i DO know that there's a statblock for two headed dragons in Monster Manual Expanded III, so maybe brennan uses that ? or just gives a regular dragon two breath weapons. we will see

this was one of the clearest frames i could get for this art, but what we can see is still cool. love kristen in her kill bill jumpsuit. as an aside im still a riz-has-a-tail believer

now THIS is a battlemap. im like 99% sure that that's the Thistlespring Tree in the background, and the Sig Figs are having some kind of concert here. HOWEVER, if we zoom in, it doesn't look like any of their minis are on the stage. intrigue.

the internet mall ! or something. i have no idea who the minis could be, BUT the IDK-wearing purple one in the middle could be some Guardian of Faith representing cassandra. also adaine and boggy have matching berets in the wide shot

this set i think is a gladiatorial arena of some kind? because we see a bunch of monstrosities and aberrations with this in the background later. also the big gates and monster-keeping pens are a clue.

BOGGY ARMS. BOGGY ARMS. adaine is covered in blood. but fig looks to have some kind of ghost opossum familiar. BUT, my friend pointed out that it could be edgar, zayn's ghost rat ! so maybe we have him return for an episode. this house looks spooky enough. maybe mordred manor gets infested by demons or something

otyugh spotted !! my favorite monster of all time

this roper-looking thing. it overlays when brennan says "an eldritch beast that threatens all of the denizens of this world," so im really thinking there's gonna be an overarching Aberration theme in these combats

also this guy. i have no clue what he is honestly. the rectangle in the background could maybe be a mirror or painting, so this might take place in the mordred manor-looking set from before

purple worm, in the gladiator arena !

some sort of ghost ship? doubtful that its bill seacaster's ship again, and the mist could mean the ethereal plane

the bad kids !! just noticing that fabian's eye patch is either missing or on the wrong side

im pretty sure this is an umber hulk, also in the gladiator set

skateboard fig mini. also, this could be the hang van (?) but it also could be too long and be some kind of ghost limo. idk

graveyard ! maybe they team up with zayn here

a blue dragon, which makes me think the red dragon from earlier isnt kalvaxis related and is just a dragon

more POV arrow shots, but this one's going into a fucking hydra. which looks like it grows three heads instead of two ? if that's what the attachment on the right side means.

this could be the red wastes ? back on the kalvaxis theory.

a wider shot of the internet mall. note the "YARRRRbucks" behind lou

THE RETURN OF THE CRAB KING !!

aaaand the final art frame !! fig finally gets her license (or not)

all in all 10/10 frothing at the mouth till jan 10

[dominimoonbeam]

Hi, first I wanted to say that I really love your writing and thank you so much for sharing it.

You're amazing and so talented and you made me addicted to your writing. The way you write characters is so real and your way of writing scenerios in general makes me so Invested in the story.

Another thing, I don't know if you accept requests and if you don't feel free to ignore it:

Can I please ask for Sam comforting darlin after a long week when they basically shut down from stress? (Can you tell I'm projecting?😅)

Please don't feel pressured to do it, I know you're working on a lot of stuff now too so maybe just keep the idea for the future?

Anyway I wish you a happy rest of your week, take care of yourself and rest if you need to!

Anon! Thank you so much for all the kind words! You're not the only one needing some comfort and care lately! I think something about this season has been rough for people for a bunch of different reasons, myself included. I've got you! Or at least, I tried. Hope you like it! And I hope things turn up and go smoother for you soon!

Sam/Darlin comfort fic below the cut. Will probably reread and post it on ao3 later on.

<3

They were tired.

Dead tired. Like they wished they were dead. No, no, that was bad. They didn’t wish that. They just… It had just been such a long fucking week and it felt like everything was going wrong. Nothing big enough that they could point it out or complain. Just, off. And they hadn’t been able to sleep. And it seemed like the longer it went, the longer they hid it well enough that no one pressed for an explanation they couldn’t begin to come up with, it got heavier rather than lighter.

When they got home that night from a job, they were actually relieved Sam wasn’t back yet. The last thing they wanted to do was to drag him down with them. God, he deserved so much better than them. They tossed their keys on the side table, toed off their boots, and hung up their jacket. The side of their face throbbed. They’d gotten hit with a fucking bat. David thought their cheekbone was broken and had only finally allowed them to go home because he knew Sam would take care of it.

Darlin sat down in the big chair, their favorite chair, and told themself they’d just sit for a minute. And then they’d shower, see if their face was really that much of a mess, and if it was, maybe they’d drag their ass over to the clinic and get a healer there to fix it. They felt bad making Sam patch them up all the time, but they also hated the idea of anyone else touching them let alone mending them.

They could put an ice pack on it. Maybe the swelling would go down on its own.

They sank back in the chair and closed their eyes. Just a minute.

-

Sam was still at the Solaire house when he got a call from David.

His heart always lurched high in his chest when he got a call from David, his first thought always that frantic fear that something had happened to Darlin. Why else would David call him instead of Darlin or instead of using the group chat?

Sam stepped away from the big table of squabbling younger vampires and a very amused William.

“David?”

“Hey Sam,” David said, voice gruff but easy, instantly relieving that tension in Sam’s chest. “I just wanted to check in and see how they’re doing.”

The tension was back. “What?” Darlin had been off for almost a week, barely talking but not willing or ready to tell him why. He wasn’t sure they knew themself, not yet. But somehow he didn’t think that was what David was talking about.

The pause stretched. “Are they not home yet?”

Sam was already grabbing his jacket and waving heading for the front door. “They might be, but I ain’t. Why?”

David sighed. “Sorry. It’s not an emergency, Sam. The job got rough and they took a bat to the face… I would have taken them to a healer but they insisted—”

“Yeah,” Sam said, nodding. Of course, they would. “I’m heading home now. I’ll let ya know when they’re patched up.”

He called Darlin in the truck but they didn’t answer, which conjured a mess of panicked thoughts. What if they’d passed out behind the wheel? The thought of his Darlin in a twisted wreck was hard to push away and almost immediately replaced by other tragic imaginings.

He exhaled small relief when he saw their car in front of the house.

The front door wasn’t locked. Darlin never locked it when they were home. And there they were, asleep in the big chair. He sighed and put his keys down with theirs. Another step inside and their eyes opened. Well, one opened, the other was swollen shut.

“Damn…” Darlin winced as he closed the door. They sat up with some effort. “Sorry, I think I fell asleep… What time is—”

“Don’t you dare stand up,” he warned when they were starting to tip forward. He was already in front of them, gently catching their shoulder to ease them back. He kept his voice in a low hush, thinking their head had to be hurting inside and out. “You shoulda called me, Darlin.” He knelt beside their leg, carefully fingering hair out of their face. The bruising was new, like it had only just begun, and the swelling was bad. It looked like their cheekbone was broken. “David said you got hit with a bat?”

Darlin sighed, shoulders slumping. “I wasn’t paying attention and this guy… Yeah.”

Sam clicked his teeth to keep from snarling at the idea of ‘this guy’ whoever the hell he was. He reached toward their face but they caught his wrist and pulled it gently down to their heart instead. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised, surprised.

Darlin smiled weakly, eyes already closed again. “I know. You always are, cowboy. But I don’t…” They sighed, their smile gone. “I don’t want to cost you anything right now, you know?” Their voice had gotten small, like they were far away inside themself.

Sam kept his hand to their chest, feeling their heartbeat through his palm. He leaned against their thigh, so they’d feel him right there next to them, practically leaning into the chair with them. “You never cost me anything,” he whispered back. “Healing you is a privilege. It makes me feel like there’s something I can do for you. I love you, Darlin.”

Their face pinched, not a wince but close, and he thought if they opened those eyes, they’d be teary. His other hand stroked up the side of their thigh, squeezing them gently. “Tell me what it is,” he said gently. “Tell me what’s going on in your head.” He said it quietly, like it could be just between them.

Darlin sighed and he heard all the exhaustion and strain in that breath. “I don’t know. I just… It’s been a bad week. It’s everything. I just feel… Everything. And I’m tired and I hate myself and I can’t… I can’t take things from you when I feel like I’ve got nothing to give.”

Sam watched them the whole time they choked out that barely audible confession. They’d never told him these things, but they didn’t shock him either. They hurt, because he never wanted them to feel like that, but they didn’t shock him. “Do you trust me, Darlin?”

That good eye opened enough to look at him, surprised. “Of course. I love you.”

He stroked his thumb against their collar, above their heart. “I’m going to heal you and then we’re going to take a bath. You can talk or you can relax. We’re going to get some well needed sleep and I’m going to order your favorite food. And every step of the way, I’m going to remind you that you’re incredible and all the reasons I love you, all the reasons your pack loves you, and all the reasons my clan loves you. You get to feel however you feel, Darlin, but that voice in your heart telling you bad shit, that’s asshole is lying.”

A tear rolled off Darlin’s lashes, even though their mouth was set in a stubborn line, like they refused to acknowledge it.

He reached up slowly, so they could stop him again if they needed to argue about this more, but he also couldn’t leave their face like that. His fingertips brushed the edge of the bruising and Darlin’s eye closed as that warm magic slid through their skin, spreading out. The delicate bone in their cheek healed and the swelling went down.

They exhaled relief when they opened both eyes and blinked at him.

He could see an apology building in their eyes, trying to form on their tongue. He took their face in both hands and leaned in, touching his forehead to theirs the way he’d seen the pack do. “Trust me,” he pleaded. “I ain’t ever going to lie to you, Darlin, and we’ll get through bad weeks together.”

Darlin stayed tense for another few seconds, like they might push this comfort away, but finally they sagged. Too tired maybe?

Sam smiled when they tipped their face into his, brushing a soft kiss against his lips. He kissed back and then pulled them to their feet to lead them to the bathroom. He had to make a dash back to his jacket to send a text off to David, telling him Darlin was fine but they were taking tomorrow off.

[sqwdkllr]

dude your art is so amazing..i fucking love how you do anatomy, and linework, its just so perfect and also your qsmp designs??!? so fucking cool. your deathduo especially is so so dear to me<3 and your bluebird au(/aus?) amd your bluebird art in general its just so <33333…and your qsmp entities like cucu and eye creature and especially baribel, MAN those are singlehandedly my favorite qnpc designs theyre so great like. how the eye guy just has Teeth that come out of his head wherever?? and all your little headcanons about the bears??? THEYRE SO COOL MAN. and your philza with the patches on his pants n the baby zombie scar on his leg (also whats the scar on his nose from?)(also also i love your phils hair, like the short with the little braid its so neat:DD), and pommes hijab braids, and the zippers on th back of cucu and ositos heads (i have yet to figure out what those are for but ehatever theyre cool anyway) n just like. the thought and detail that goes into them, im rambling but aa<333 theyre all amazing:) OU AND YOUR COMICS,, i love love love how you structure n format them because theyre so dynamic and interesting while still being super readable and the ART IVE SAID IT ALREADY BUT I NEED TO SAY IT AGAIN I LOVE YOUR STYLE SO MUCH. its just so nice. like how you use general shapes and like i dont know how to explain it but its cool:)) your art lives in this little spot in my brain rent free…made me subconsciously kind of incorporated stuff you do into my own art process like sketching shit in blue LOL

anyway sorry for the wall of text i just needed to rant a tiny bit because youre one of my fsvorite artists n you inspire me so much ssob,,anyway have a good day mate

This ask makes my heart explode oh my goddd. I'm so happy you enjoy the stuff I put out augghh that so sweet THIS ENTIRE MESSAGE IS SO SWEET WTF. I hope you are ready for a ramble about hc/theory/design choices. Seriously its long-

I have so many head canons I like showing. Some lean towards theory territory and others I legitimately do not believe in myself BUT I like drawing it out because WHY NOT !!?? I like the whimsy of it all

THE BLUEBIRD AU is purely me having fun. Its such an angst filled au that is coated with a mask of nuclear family and hurt/comfort. In reality its like being hit with a sauce pan repeatedly. I'm more of a scientist Jaiden believer personally. DON’T GET ME STARTED ON DEATHDUO- Man I want to go back to drawing self-indulgent stuff for that. Fuck this ask is making my brain engine go insane AUGHH-

Like stuff about Osito just being a huge flirt because of their exposure to Roier from the beginning or Baribal being a pot head, yeah those sort of head cannons I'm sure people are dying to hear from me (sarcasm). Or more serious ones like the relationship, more like lack of, between Cucurucho and Baribal being one of miscommunication that snowballed into hate but never enough to kill each other. Literally the trope of "twins separated where one is raised within evil and other is forced to take them down" but it's very dark grey from both sides. YESSIR

Or other theory territory like federation not knowing that Cucurucho and Osito are not the same person because it’s a secret- BUT THAT’S VERY FANON/THEORY TERRITORY AND TOO CONVOLUTED FOR HERE-

Oh and of course more tame head cannons like sexualities and stuff. Cucurucho is aromantic to me. All of them are transgender. The entire fed staff. Fuck even the purgatory island goobers. No real concept of what gender is and sort of adopted what the islanders do or what the federation refers to them as. It's just not a thing, same with labels on sexuality. If you like someone then you just like them and that’s how it rolls !!

THE WATCHER. MAN DO I HAVE THOUGHTS ON THIS GUY. Like actual constant threat and you are left scrambling trying to figure out the rules of not pushing the wrong buttons so you stay alive. I know his concept art had like him as a human at some point, but I like fungus goop watcher more. Little goober who just so happen to survive the longest, learn the most, and as a result evolve to what he is now. Eventually became strong enough to overthrow the previous leader (and consume them-) and is now king of the purgatory island in privacy. Until the new islanders were sent there ofc. So yeah, bro is very old, its why Cucurucho has no clue who this dude is when he does get to put a face to the name.

PHILZA. This guy is the kinda guy to put survival above all. So I like to imagine that not only would he be covered in scars because he tanks most of the hits and is generally a very selfless person- SOME SCARS HAVE A REASON ! The zombie scar being one of course, semi infected bc I like to think that he did not die in his hc world but rather came close to it. And his buildings is what caught the attention of the goddess of death and allowed for her to give him immortality and be her eyes in the mortal realm as her angel of death. So the poison is still in his foot, just unmoving. Stuck in time just like his body unable to age. As for the scar on his cheek? Nightmare Stalker grabbing him by the face and throwing him in the ocean the second time he tried to get up to save Tallulah. The only evidence left of that night happening. YES SHORT HAIR PHILZA AND POMME WITH A HIJAB YESSS

The zippers are supposed to show that their "head" is not actually what they look like. It’s a helmet/mask. I don't draw their real faces out of fear of making them look too "human" but rather I enjoy the implication that they COULD LOOK LIKE any other islander. Isn’t the thought that this horrible twisted shell of a being could look just as human as you so much more eerie? I dunno I was watching horror analysis videos of the unknown while building the fanon side of them- Now why their masks can emote?,,, its cartoon logic !! And it's cute I have so many thoughts on these guys can you tell? OH MY GODD THANK YOU THO. Augh this is the sweetest message ive ever read pls.im so so very glad these little guys can make you happy. That’s such an honor fr !!

[pretty-little-candid-blurbs]

Moonlit Comfort

Summary: When the weight of a bad day becomes too much for the reader, Remus Lupin is there to provide comfort and solace under the moonlit sky.

Word Count: Approx. 2,200

Warning: Fluff and some emotional distress

The dark clouds hung heavy in the sky as you trudged back to the Gryffindor common room, your spirits dampened by the rain that mirrored your gloomy mood. It had been a terrible day – a disastrous Potions class, a misunderstanding with your friends, and a stack of assignments that seemed insurmountable. You longed for the comfort of your own bed, away from the prying eyes of the world.

Upon entering the common room, you spotted a familiar face sitting by the fireplace. Remus Lupin was engrossed in a thick book, his brow furrowed in concentration. Despite your desire for solitude, something about his presence drew you in.

As you walked past him, trying to be inconspicuous, he looked up and caught your eye. Remus was always perceptive, and he could tell immediately that something was wrong.

"Hey," he called out softly, his voice gentle and comforting. "Is everything okay?"

You hesitated for a moment before sighing and sinking into the chair across from him. "Not really, Remus. It's been a dreadful day."

A concerned expression crossed Remus's face as he closed the book and moved closer to you. "Do you want to talk about it?"

And so, you poured out your frustrations and disappointments, unloading the burden that had been weighing on your shoulders all day. Remus listened attentively, nodding at the right moments and offering words of sympathy.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all that," he said, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "You know, sometimes, the worst days bring out the best in us. You'll get through this, I promise."

His words were like a soothing balm to your weary soul, and you felt a glimmer of hope returning. "Thank you, Remus. It means a lot to have someone to talk to."

"Anytime," he replied with a warm smile. "And remember, I'm here for you, no matter what."

As the evening wore on, the common room began to fill with other students, and the atmosphere became lively. However, you found comfort in the presence of Remus, and you were grateful for the respite he provided from your difficult day.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" Remus suggested, his eyes twinkling. "The full moon is shining tonight. It might do us some good to get some fresh air."

You hesitated for a moment, but the idea of strolling under the moonlit sky with Remus sounded like a much-needed distraction. "Sure, that sounds nice."

The two of you stepped out into the cool night air, the clouds having cleared to reveal the full moon shining brightly above. Remus led the way, and you walked side by side, your shoulders brushing occasionally.

As you walked, Remus shared stories about the moon and its mysteries, weaving tales of magic and wonder that captured your imagination. His soft-spoken words seemed to have a calming effect on you, and you felt your worries slowly fading away.

"It's amazing how the moon can have such an effect on people," Remus mused. "The same moon that brightens our darkest nights also holds secrets and untold wonders."

You nodded in agreement, appreciating the simple beauty of the night. The two of you continued walking in comfortable silence, the moonlight guiding your path.

As you approached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, you noticed a patch of moonflowers blooming amidst the underbrush. Their ethereal glow bathed the area in a soft light, adding to the enchantment of the moment.

"Look at that," Remus whispered, pointing to the moonflowers. "They only bloom under the light of the full moon."

"It's beautiful," you replied, feeling a sense of awe at the sight. "Thank you for bringing me here, Remus."

Remus smiled warmly. "I thought you might appreciate it. Sometimes, nature has a way of reminding us that there is beauty even in the darkest times."

The moment felt magical, and you found yourself drawn to Remus. As if sensing your emotions, he turned to face you, his amber eyes searching yours.

"You're a remarkable person, you know," he said softly. "Even on your worst days, you manage to find strength and resilience. It's inspiring."

You blushed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude. "Thank you, Remus. You're pretty remarkable yourself."

Remus chuckled, the sound melodic and soothing. "I'm glad I could be here for you. We all have bad days, but it's important to remember that we're not alone."

In that moment, the connection between you and Remus felt stronger than ever. The moonlit night seemed to amplify your feelings, and you found yourself leaning in, unable to resist the pull.

His lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss, and it felt like a promise of comfort and understanding. Remus's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and you felt a sense of safety and warmth enveloping you.

As you broke apart, you smiled at each other, the moonlight dancing in your eyes. There were no grand declarations, no elaborate confessions - just the unspoken knowledge that you were there for each other, no matter what.

Hand in hand, you walked back to the castle, hearts full of newfound comfort and hope. The bad day had not vanished, but in the presence of Remus and the magic of the moonlit night, it felt manageable.

And so, under the moon's gentle gaze, your bond with Remus Lupin deepened, and you knew that in each other's company, you could weather any storm that life threw your way.

[broflovski-brah]

Carlos Madrigal x reader-“That’s Why I Love You.”

Genre: Angst to fluff

POV: Third

Pronouns: They/them

CW: insecure Y/N Summary: Carlos helps Y/N with their insecurities

Y/N was a pretty insecure person. Most people would say that someone like them dating Carlos Madrigal was a bad idea, but they didn’t think so. Of course he could be an asshole sometimes, but that was just how he showed he cared.

Y/N sat in front of their mirror and touched at their body.

My eyes are too far apart

My nose is too big

My stomach has too much fat on it

I’m ugly

Fat

Ugly

Worthless

Why did Carlos ever agree to date me?

They continued picking out their insecurities until their mom/dad called them down to eat.

Carlos saw Y/N walking through town, but something seemed…off with them. They were normally very bubbly and happy, but they were wearing baggy clothes and wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. He kept glanving over at them, concern painted all over his normally angry expression.

He decided it would be best to get their attention.

“Hey, Y/N!”

Y/N looked at him and managed a small smile.

“Hey, Carlos…”

Their tone was a dead giveaway.

“N/N…what’s wrong?”

That did it. They looked down at their feet and scrubbed their eyes. Carlos took them by the arm and guided them to a more private place.

“Do yoy want to talk about it?”

“Its just…I’ve been feeling really bad about myself lately…I’m ugly and I don’t even know why you’re dating me…you deserve someone better, like Miranda or Aria…”

Carlos felt a pang in his heart. Every sob and sniffle his partner gave felt like a gunshot to his chest. He toched their arm lightly and tipped their chin to look at him.

“Y/N, my love, you are not ugly. You are so, so beautiful. I mean that. You’re the most attractive person in the whole Encanto. I promise you that. Your inner beauty outshines anything in this village too. You’re the kindest, most gentle and most amszing person in the whole world. You are like a livinv angel. Who’s the one who believed in me when nobody else did? Who’s the one who helped me through fights and patched me up? Who’s the one who puts up with Camilo’s bullshit? You do. You are the most incrrdible person in this world and I’ll do anything to prove it to you because you, Y/N L/N, are a living angel.”

Y/N looked up at him tearfully.

“You mean that..?”

“Yes.”

They sobbed and hugged him as tight as they could. They were about to let go as they felt Carlos stiffen, but he hugged her back twice as tight.

“You sre so amazing, N/N. That’s why I love you.”

Y/N still struggled with indecurities, but they hsd an amazing boyfriend by their side who would stay with them through thick and thin. It was how he showed he cared.

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Maybe prompt?

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A: "Y-you let them do it... You let them hurt me."

B: "I am so so sorry, please let me-"

A: "DON'T TOUCH ME!"

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thank you for all of your amazing work!

Yer wish is my command!

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It takes him a couple of hours to calm down again, fully knowing there isn't much for him to do in this situation. He hates it. Caretaker is normally the one to patch everyone up, to make sure everybody is fine, but this … this is too much for him. The doc told him that 'personal feelings' would make things worse and even though he knows this, he is furious.

“There you are … I thought you'd be the first one on his side, Caretaker,” Lieutenant says and crosses her arms before her chest, eyeing him with raised eyebrows.

“I can't,” he whispers and closes his eyes for a second. “I did this … this is my fault.” Caretaker had to make a choice and it happened to be the wrong one. And now Whumpee is barely alive because of it. Lieutenant doesn't disagree, they all know how severe this situation is and how much Caretaker messed up. Which isn't comforting at all, but he doesn't deserve to be comfortable while Whumpee is barely hanging on, at least in his opinion.

She leaves him alone again after a brief exchange and encouragement to go visit the other, but Caretaker stays where he is. Only a few days later, he musters up the courage to finally walk into that damned room and already feels nauseous by thinking of it.

_

Whumpee can't feel any pain, nor does he feel his limbs. His body and mind are both in a state that is more than confusing for him, but he can't talk to ask what is going on. The doc visits him quite often, either this or he can't process the passage of time, which wouldn't be a surprise. But days go by and his mind becomes clearer, finally wakes up. And so does his body.

Agony is not even fitting if he tries to describe how he feels the first two days, the pain meds do their work, but not as much as he wants them to. He can still feel far too much. Whumpee knows he is safe now, but he doesn't feel safe. Not here. Not … not with him around. Caretaker hasn't visited him yet and Whumpee wants it to stay that way. After everything that happened … he can't be sure to ever trust Caretaker again.

Only a few days later, the door opens and the universe gives him the finger as Caretaker steps inside, an unreadable expression on his face. Whumpee is fitter now, still miserable, but the disdain he feels is real. “Go away,” he rasps and the beeping of the heart monitor picks up its speed. Not only disdain but fear take control of him and the young man feels like a cornered animal just by seeing the other stand next to his bed.

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Caretaker looks at the kid in front of him, eyes wild and scared, body covered with a thin blanket that hides most of the injuries. The other's face is scarred, the stitches are fine and clean, but they will leave their marks forever. His right cheek is interrupted by the scar, that reaches his lips, goes through them and only ends on his throat. His arm is bandaged, but he can see burn-marks on the edges that aren't fully covered. Bandages around the torso, just a little bit of pale skin left unmarked, uninjured.

He almost stumbles back a step, but Caretaker stays put. Not even the words make him move, he just swallows thickly and tries to compose himself. “Whumpee, I-” He doesn't even know where to begin.

“Y-you let them do this. You let them hurt me,” the younger hisses through tears, his hand shaking and Caretaker reaches for it automatically, only to see Whumpee flinch at his movement.

He still tries to reach out for him, just to offer some comforting touch – “I'm so, so sorry. Please let me-”

“DON'T TOUCH ME!” A panicked shriek, tears rolling down the pale cheeks, that look lifeless and almost as white as the sheets Whumpee is lying on. His breath hitches and his face becomes even whiter, his eyes almost roll back and Caretaker feels himself panic.

“Hey, it's okay, I won't touch you. Just breathe, okay? There you go, just like that …” He breathes in the same slow rhythm as Whumpee and feels himself calm down again. “Listen … I am so sorry. And I know that words won't make things any better. I had to make a decision back then and I made the wrong decision. If I … If I could swap places with you, I would. I will do anything to make up for it.”

Whumpee looks at him with teary eyes filled with distrust. “Anything? Good … Leave. Now.”

[authorautumnbanks]

One Night (1)

The air feels weird.

Stilted and yet it also feels oppressive, as though something or someone is pushing down on her shoulders, trying to force her to its will.

Kagome frowns as she adjusts Koushi in his gray baby carrier. They need to get back home to the shrine ASAP. Something just is not sitting right with her. She enters the station and blinks. Why is everyone staring at her? Granted, she is a single mother and all, but normally everyone turns the other way and minds their business.

What gives?

Kagome glances down at her outfit. A simple pink maternity jacket with a flap so she can breastfeed Koushi without hassle, some black leggings with pockets on the sides, and a pair of white tennis shoes. Does she look like a bum or something? Is that it?

Nah, she might not be as dressed up as she normally is, but that can't be it. Maybe it's because she doesn't have a costume on?

"How did you get in here?" one person asks, but their words are slurred and the half-up fake wings attached to their costume aren't doing them any favors.

"Uh... I walked?" Kagome's brows furrow together. She places a hand over her son and gets the hell away from that person. They must be drunk. Why are they all just standing around? Is there something going on? "Come on, Koushi. It's way past your bedtime, anyway."

Koushi peers up at her but doesn't say anything. Not that she expects him to. He is only three months, after all. Still, for one so young, he seems to know more than he lets on.

It's the eyes. Has to be.

His eyes are blue like his father's and his hair is just as white. Kagome blows out a breath. As much as she loves her friends, they still think that she hooked up with InuYasha even though she has expressed that she has not seen InuYasha in years. To them, there's no way that she got pregnant by her one-night stand, and she must have gotten back together with her 'bad boy ex-boyfriend' one more time.

Doesn't help that she and Satoru never exchanged numbers. Or last names. It was just a one amazing, toe-curling night, and he was gone before her head hit the pillow.

Not that she resents him for it. He made it clear he only wanted release, and she only wanted to forget. What she didn't anticipate was for the condom to fail... or for her implant to fail, too.

Kagome gives herself a mental shake as she walks down the steps. She freezes. Blood stains the floor. There's a spot in the middle of the station that people seem to be avoiding. What the hell is going on?

Shit. This is bad. Really freaking bad.

The last thing she wants to do is fight while she has a baby on her. And it's not like she thought to bring her bow to movie night at Ayumi's for Halloween. The best she can manage is maybe a barrier around Koushi while she deals with whatever the hell is going on.

Koushi babbles, and then, in the blink of an eye, he's gone.

Kagome swallows. Terror seizes her like Mistress Centipede did all those years ago. Her nostrils flare. Her hands are clammy.

No. No. No.

This isn't happening. This cannot be happening!

She turns this way and that, spinning around until the colors on the walls and everyone's costumes blend together. Where is he? Her kid did not just vanish! Kids don't just go poof! They don't just teleport from view. He has to be around here somewhere.

"What the hell?" a voice says, and Kagome's blood turns to ice.

She runs, pushing the people out of her way. Why are they just standing there like zombies? It's creepy. There is something wrong with this whole station. Why aren't they moving?

"Koushi!" she calls, running into the area that the other civilians were avoiding. "Koushi! There you are... who the hell are you?" She glares at the patched-faced man next to the volcano head thing. Those things don't feel like demons. She still doesn't know what the hell they are, just that every time she's run into one of them, they have been nothing but trouble.

"Kagome?"

Huh?

"Satoru?" Her mouth drops open. Why is he here and why is he bound? Are those eyeballs?

Koushi babbles and reappears in front of Satoru, stretching his chubby hands out. Satoru blinks.

If Kagome wasn't so terrified, she might laugh at the absurdity of this.

"That child is floating," the patched-faced man says. "Is that normal?"

"I can see that," the other man replies. "And it looks just like you, Satoru."

"Kagome, get out of here," Satoru commands, his eyes flat. There's blood on his face, but it doesn't look like it belongs to him.

"Oh, no you don't," patched face says, extending his arm and blocking Kagome in. She rolls her eyes. This guy can't be serious.

Kagome clucks her tongue, walks over to Koushi, and grabs him from the air. If someone had told her months ago that she was going to get pregnant from a one-night stand and have a baby that can teleport at three months old, she would have laughed in their face. "You know better than to disappear like that," she chastises, though this is the first time he's ever teleported. She glances at Satoru from the corner of her eye. Maybe he sensed his dad was nearby? Koushi isn't a normal child and, judging from this situation, Satoru isn't normal either.

Though... she knew there was something different about Satoru when she met him. It's why she was drawn to him in the first place. His energy called to her, though she made sure to suppress hers.

"How about you and you stick around?" The patched face laughs, grinning like a maniac.

There are far too many of them for her to reasonably fend off with a baby strapped to her. And she knows nothing about them. She wets her lips. They went through the effort of binding Satoru. Maybe he can help? They wouldn't go through the effort of trapping Satoru if he wasn't a threat to them in some way.

Kagome wets her lips. Her hands are still clammy, but that's alright. She has Koushi back in his baby carrier, safe in her arms, and nothing is going to harm her son. She needs to play this smart. They don't seem wary of her.

They should be.

But she can work with this.

"I take it these aren't friends of yours," Kagome says conversationally, keeping her back to Satoru. She inches back, pretending to be afraid. She sniffs for good measure as she widens her eyes.

"Leave them out of this," Satoru commands. "Your beef is with me."

The guy in the monk attire chuckles. "Why would we do that? That kid has the six eyes, which should be impossible. I'm curious. How'd you hide him from the jujutsu world? Someone like him should have set the Jujutsu world in flames." He crosses his arms.

"Why is that impossible?" Patch Face asks.

"Because there can only be one six eyes user alive at a time, and yet we have two in front of us." His eyes narrow. "Is it you? Don't kill her. I want to examine her."

Jujutsu? Examine her? Absolutely not. This freak of a monk isn't laying a hand on her or her son, or her baby's daddy, for that matter. Kagome may not know how Satoru feels about this bombshell, but she doesn't resent him.

She inches back and turns her palm to Satoru. This better work. "I have no idea what any of that means, but if this is your idea of a fun Halloween, it sucks." She grits her teeth, throwing up a barrier while simultaneously working on freeing Satoru.

Koushi babbles again.

"You stay right here," she says sharply. He better not think about teleporting again.

There's shouting. The man in the monk attire turns and flees, while the others look on in confusion. The man with the pale skin and tattoo on his face backs away and heads after the monk, leaving only the patched face man and the volcano thing.

Maybe they are in shock?

"Cover his ears," Satoru says, behind her. He gives her a split second to cover Koushi's ears.

Oh.

Kagome blinks. Her breath catches. The volcano creature lies in a puddle of his purple blood and then turns to dust. So not human, obviously, but not a demon either. Maybe some kind of spirit?

Satoru is strong, but his attacks aren't doing much against the patched face one. It laughs at Satoru, even though its attacks don't seem to be connecting with Satoru.

She wets her suddenly dry lips. She needs to help him somehow. Those others got away, and they were definitely trouble. Especially that one with the stitches across his forehead. That monk is far too interested in Koushi and he wants to examine her? More like experiment on her or something wicked.

A bow and arrow would work best, but with Koushi on her, her options are limited. A spear maybe?

It's worth a shot.

She concentrates the energy in her palm and pulls one arm back, while placing a protective hand over Koushi as she readies her arm. Patched face isn't paying her any attention. Kagome sucks in a breath and throws the spear made of her energy with all of her strength.

"What the—Ah!" The spear hits Patched face in the chest and the purification spreads through its body, leaving nothing but a pile of dust.

Satoru stares at the ash pile and then looks over at her with blood on his face and his hands stained. There's a wild look in his eyes. His chest rises sharply.

"What were they?" she asks, wetting her lips again. Damn. Has he always been able to do that? She's half tempted to propose a second round, but this isn't the time and she doesn't know if those things have more allies outside of this station.

Seriously, get a grip! How can she be thinking about another round at a time like this? One round was enough. It was either some kind of freak accident or Satoru must have some kind of super sperm to get past two forms of contraceptive.

Satoru stiffens. His eyes glow as he stares at Koushi. "Curses. How long have you been able to see them?"

She lowers her barrier and shrugs. "Does it matter?" Kagome swallows. He isn't asking her how she got rid of that curse he couldn't take care of. He probably has other things on his mind like those others that ran off, leaving the other two to fend for themselves. He probably wants revenge for them tying him up.

"No." Satoru looks at her and then in the direction the others disappeared. His fingers clench and unclench. It's clear he's angry, but doesn't want to leave her behind.

Well... more likely he doesn't want to leave Koushi behind.

"Go. We can stay here and wait," she says this to Satoru but directs the last part to Koushi, who squirms. He's not normally a fussy baby, but this hasn't been a normal night either. From what she can tell, Satoru is human, so it's not like Koushi is some hybrid, but the way her baby is putting up a fight tonight suggests something else is going on. Is it the energy of those curses? Or is he reacting to his dad's energy?

"Put up another barrier and stay here. We have a lot to discuss," Satoru replies. He clasps his hands together, and he's gone before she can blink.

Well...at least she knows where Koushi got this teleportation from.

"That was your dad, bud," she tells Koushi, settling down with her back against the wall. She pulls Koushi out of the baby carrier. "Are you hungry?"

Koushi blinks up at her and his eyes glow just like Satoru's did. Kagome cuddles him to her chest, rocking him gently as she nurses him to sleep.

Something tells her it'll be a while until Satoru returns. Kagome yawns. Something in the pile of ash glints. She squints. What is that? Kagome gently unlatches Koushi and fixes her jacket. Whatever that it is, it could be trouble. She rises and walks over to the pile while cradling Koushi.

Huh? A finger? No, several fingers.

Why didn't these burn along with the curse?

Kagome picks up one and winces. The evil radiating from it reminds of how tainted some of the Shikon shards would get. She presses her lips together and purifies it.

Oh.

Crap.

That took more out of her than creating a spear. Kagome winces again. And that was just from purifying one finger.

"How did you do that?"

She snaps her head toward Satoru. When did he get back? "Um... perhaps we should talk somewhere more comfortable?" she gestures to Koushi, sleeping soundly for now.

Satoru's eyes harden before softening. "Come with me."

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A/N: Can't believe I succumbed to peer pressure lolol. Hope you are having an awesome Monday. Stay safe. Stay warm. Drink some water. And Accidental will be updated later this week.

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hi omg, your isaac lahey “surprise party” imagine has to be one of my favorites imagines ever, it’s amazing. could you maybe write a minho x reader fanfic where she gets taken to wckd instead of minho and he’s helping to get her back, then they’re reunited in wckd when the he, newt, and thomas come to rescue her?

thank you so much!! i am on it at once. anything for minho

masterlist

It is blissfully cold in the Scorch. The temperature has dropped just enough that Minho can fake a shiver, or at least pretend that the heat ravaging the world every other time of day has gone for good. The sun has ceased its blazing path across the heavens, leaving behind only the burned out darkness of the night sky. 

Minho tilts his head back so he can get a proper view of it all. Seeing such a rich, jet indigo feels rare somehow; the sky above the Maze had always been a richer hue, although that was just because everything about the place was fake. Consequently, the skies out in the Scorch have been pale, watered-down hazes compared to the illusions from before, which only makes tonight’s beauty that much more special. 

A voice from beside him jolts Minho out of his reverie. 

“Reminiscing about the good times already? We’ve barely made it out of the Maze, I figured you wouldn’t be nostalgic for a while.”

He glances over to the side and there she is, the girl Minho couldn’t be happier to call his own. The Gladers lost a lot of good people during the flight from the Maze, but Minho harbors the decidedly uncharitable thought that he’d bear to lose a lot more of them if it meant Y/N could remain by his side. 

“How did you know I was thinking about the Maze?” Minho asks, still trying to convince himself that he’s actually out and not hallucinating somewhere behind its endless stone walls. 

Y/N absentmindedly taps him on the shoulder. “You’ve got that same look in your eyes. You got it right before you went running every morning. It was there when we finally left.”

Minho frowns. “Should I be alarmed that you can read my mind from a single expression?”

She shrugs. “I’ve never known you to worry too much about things outside of your control.”

This isn’t entirely true- Minho worries a great deal, actually, he just doesn’t like showing it. Everyone had their own roles in the Maze, and people typically looked to him for some reason to keep smiling. He’d tell one of his dumb jokes, make people believe things were going to be alright or at least that they could call him a heartless shank behind his back, and let Alby and Newt do the public stressing. 

Look where that got them, though. Alby’s dead, Newt looks one decision away from collapse, and Minho’s sitting here pretending that some part of him doesn’t miss the days when his biggest fear was twisting an ankle. 

He doesn’t want to go back, of course, he’d rather die than let himself return to WICKED’s clutches, but the point still stands. 

“Maybe I just don’t like deserts,” Minho offers. “They’re not particularly pleasant, as far as large spaces of nothing but sand go.”

Y/N laughs, and Minho feels just as pleased with himself as he does every time he manages the feat. 

“You’re not wrong. I don’t know what I’d do for a good patch of grass, maybe a few trees. Still, I’m glad we’re here.” She glances around. “I know this is rough. All of this is. I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else, though.”

Minho leans over, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Minho would be perfectly happy to stay here forever, silhouetted by the campfire they’ve chanced to light, but he’s rudely interrupted by the sound of a shouting voice. He recognizes it a moment later as Thomas, and grimaces. Minho is just about to gripe about the guy’s perfect timing when he realizes that Thomas is yelling with genuine fear in his voice. There’s only one thing that would make Thomas that scared, and that’s WICKED. 

Seconds later, the shots start to ring out. Minho half-rises to his feet, grabbing for Y/N’s arm. Ships are descending from the sky, spotlights piercing the dusty land to reveal all of the Gladers scrambling for cover. 

Minho starts to pull Y/N away. “We have to get away!”

She nods frantically. “Thomas and Teresa, they were up in the cliffs. Teresa is my best friend, I can’t leave her.”

Minho starts to sprint, Y/N right behind him. “We’ll find her.” He says. He can only hope that he’s not lying.

They dash around rock formations, trying to rejoin the group without being spotted. The only problem is that they intentionally sat a ways away from the other Gladers so they could talk without being interrupted or teased, and the distance is getting to them now. 

A sudden bout of gunfire makes them come up short. A row of soldiers paces in between them and the rest of their friends. Minho skids to a halt, looking for some way out. 

Eventually, he gestures for Y/N to start moving again. “Go, now. I’ll draw their fire.”

He readies himself to run, but Y/N shakes her head. She walks up to him, close enough to pull him close. “No. Going back would kill you.”

Minho stares at her. “What does that mean?”

Y/N tries her best for a smile; neither of them quite manage it. “I love you, Minho. Always.”

Before he can do something, or at least try to stop her, Y/N takes off running. The WICKED soldiers chase her, and just like that, Minho is alone again. He manages to pull himself together long enough to race towards Thomas and the rest, but the whole whole he can’t help feeling like he’s running in the wrong direction. 

The only reason Minho is able to run is because he convinces himself that it will be alright, that Y/N will make it out because that’s what she always does. When the remaining members of groups A and B meet up, though, they’re missing a few people, and among the vanished is Y/N. 

Minho doesn’t know what to do with himself. Newt and Thomas tell him that it isn’t his fault, that Y/N made her choice and he can’t hate himself for her decision. Minho knows the truth, though. She led the soldiers astray so he could get away. How can he forgive himself for that?

The only option is to get her back. They’re trying to work on a plan now, but tensions keep rising. Newt keeps stalking angrily around their hideout, demanding to know when they’re going to rush in there and get Y/N back. Minho knows they’ve all been friends with her for a long time, but shuck, the guy needs to cool it, fast. 

Eventually, he can’t take it anymore. Minho has always had a temper like a stick of dynamite, and he’s going off now. When Newt suggests for the millionth time that the only reason they don’t have Y/N with them now is because they’re all scared to do something, he snaps. 

“Look, I can’t believe I have to say this, but you need to slim it, now. We all want Y/N back, and your shuck complaining isn’t going to do anything except irritate us.”

Newt snorts. “Bold words for someone who hasn’t done anything but shut down my ideas. She could be dying in there, and you’re just out here twiddling your thumbs.”

Minho’s jaw locks. “How dare you? I need Y/N more than I need myself. You think it isn’t killing me to have her missing? I haven’t ever gone more than a day without seeing her, at least as long as I remember. I want her back too.”

Newt arches a brow. “Then why aren’t you doing anything about it?”

Minho jabs a finger in the vague direction of the WICKED complex. “We only get one shot at this. You know that, right? They’re expecting us to try and get her. We break in once, and if they get any more of us, we’re done. It’s hard enough to save just one person. How do you think we’ll manage it when we have to get two people, or three, or four? That’s already limiting the number of rescuers. We have to do this right, that’s all I’m saying.”

Newt frowns. He looks icy cold, nothing like the patient guy Minho thought he knew, but at least he isn’t yelling anymore. 

“Then what do you suggest? Since you’re such a shuck military genius, that is.”

Minho ignores that last comment in favor of actually getting somewhere. “There’s another Glader still in the WICKED building. I say we pay her a visit. After all, she’s responsible for this whole thing, isn’t she?”

A grin splits Newt’s face as he realizes what Minho means. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Teresa does not come quietly. It takes Thomas being bait as well as the combined efforts of Minho, Newt, Frypan, and Gally to drag her into their hideout for questioning. Shuck, Minho’s scarcely gotten over the Gally shock himself. He swore that he launched that spear directly into the Builder’s chest, but the guy is still out here, kicking and talking back. 

Minho doesn’t entirely know how to feel about that. Sure, that’s one less death to have on his conscience, but even this latest ally seems tenuous at best. Didn’t they spend all their time in the Glade just snapping at each other’s throats?

If they can agree on anything, though, it’s that they need to get Y/N out, primarily by sticking it to WICKED as best they can. That’s why the two of them are heading the Teresa interrogation today, although it’s been slow going so far. 

Minho gets tired of Teresa evading his questions about ten minutes into the whole thing. He grabs a small knife from a nearby table, sliding into a chair directly in front of their former friend. 

“Let me tell you how this is going to go. You’re going to tell me what I need, or you’re going to be in enough pain that you’re going to be begging me to stop.”

Teresa scoffs, although Minho can see a small light of fear spark to life behind her eyes. “I don’t think you’re actually going to cut me.”

Minho cocks his head to the side. “Why not?”

Teresa stiffens. He can hear Thomas shifting uneasily behind him, but he keeps going anyway. 

“Someone, hold her arm down.” He calls.

Gally, of course, is the first one to volunteer. Teresa tries to squirm away, but Gally’s grip is solid. 

Minho continues. “We only need your finger to unlock the sensors. Who said anything about the rest?”

Teresa laughs nervously. “You’d really do that to someone who tried to save your life back in the Maze?”

Minho slams the knife into the table, handle first, and Teresa flinches. “You let Y/N be captured. You think I give a damn about myself? She’s out there being experimented on and cut up and you let it happen. Do you know one of the last things she asked me was to make sure you got out alive? She was your best friend, and you betrayed her.”

A tear is glistening in the corner of Teresa’s eye. “I only did what I had to do. I was saving all of us.”

Minho shakes his head slowly. “You were saving yourself. Now I’m saving Y/N.”

Teresa takes a slow breath in and out, then nods. “What do you need me to do?”

A fair amount, as it turns out. Teresa carves the WICKED control devices from the back of the Gladers’ necks, which is only mildly disconcerting. She also provides Newt, Thomas, and Minho with guard uniforms so they can sneak in without getting caught. They have a close call almost ten minutes in when Janson of all people wanders into an elevator with them, but they’re still alive somehow. 

Teresa directs them onto the floor with the labs. “She’ll be in one of these rooms.”

Minho barely hears her, too busy scanning the glass-walled cells for the girl he loves. They all have copies of the door key, thanks to Teresa, and the only thing Minho has to do now is find Y/N. 

This, of course, is easier said than done, but Minho doesn’t care. He paces the corridors of the WICKED complex with ease, half pretending that he’s back in the Maze looking for a way out. He supposed it’s fitting in a way; Y/N is his escape, his one form of salvation. She always has been. 

Minho turns a corner, and there she is. He wants to sprint to the door, but there are just enough nurses and techs wandering the halls that he can’t give up his cover just yet. Instead, he purposefully meanders to the cell door, unlocking it with a couple buttons pressed in the proper order. 

Y/N doesn’t react when he enters. A moment later, Minho realizes it’s because she’s strapped into some sort of machine. Teresa had briefed him on these sorts of things earlier. Apparently, they’re used to force their occupants through a series of simulations. Y/N could believe herself to be anywhere from back in the Maze to still by Minho’s side in the Scorch right now. Hell, Minho could be in a simulation himself at the moment. His whole rescue attempt could be nothing but his digital subconscious trying to convince himself that he can still get away.

He shudders, brushing away the thought. Once you start second guessing what’s real and not real, you’ll never get anywhere. Even if his world is just a simulation, at least Minho can get his girlfriend out now. 

He walks over to the control panel, entering the commands Teresa told him about. A few moments later, the machine beeps and hisses. Y/N’s body slumps, and Minho just manages to catch her before she falls. 

Already, she’s faintly stirring in his arms. Minho pulls them both further into the room so no one can see them through the glass front wall of the cell. Hidden by a dense thicket of machinery, Minho silently prays that she’s going to wake up. He can’t have come all this way just for her to lay deathly still beside him. 

Y/N’s eyes flicker open slightly. “Minho?”

He thinks his heart could burst out of his chest. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s me.”

She looks happy, and then a sudden realization seems to take the spirit out of her. “You’re not real. You’re just another shucking simulation.”

Minho shakes his head frantically. “No. It’s me, I swear.”

She doesn’t believe him, he can tell. How do you convince someone that you’re not just a figment of their imagination?

He tries again. “Listen, you know me. You once told me that you could tell when WICKED was trying to lie to us because what they were saying didn’t seem right. You can tell what’s right, can’t you? You know who I am, what I sound like. You know me.”

Y/N stares at him, and Minho is just starting to think that it’ll never work when she reaches up and wraps her arms around him. “I know you, Minho. I always do.”

A sigh of relief crashes through him. “That’s my girl.”

He has her back. Forget WICKED, forget everything else. Minho is alright now. 

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[patchofsunlight]

Hands | Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Bakugou learned from a young age to keep his hands to himself, even when his entire body longed for touch and his eyes filled with tears at the loss of a comforting habit.

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: hurt/comfort, angst, touch starved bakugou!!, kind of a character study? i think about him a lot, one kiss, cursing, consensual hand holding (PFFFT), mitsuki fucking sucks but what’s new

I hope you like this!! please remember feedback is always appreciated and all that. thank you for reading!! sorry if it sucks LMAO I DID MY BEST AND I KINDA LIKE IT

When he was a child, before he even cared about quirks or rankings or strength, Bakugou Katsuki loved holding hands.

No one knew exactly why, but that was just something he liked. He would hold Izuku’s hand while they talked and ran around the neighborhood, he would take his teacher's hand in his ever so softly whenever he walked over to their desk to ask a question. Katsuki would latch onto his dad with the most loving, tiny grip he could muster, and he would even interlace pinkies with his mom when she was having a good day and didn’t deem his manners “too soft”,  “too weak”, “too foolish”. Those were nice days in the Bakugou household.

Bakugou Katsuki was five years old when he had his heart broken for the first time. It was a few weeks after his quirk manifested and he was just so excited to play hero (with a quirk, this time!) alongside his friends after school that he didn’t even hesitate before grabbing Izuku’s hand exactly like he always did, jumping up and down with energy and happiness, rambling about how he was gonna be the number one hero one day — until Izuku screamed, pulling his hand away with a painful expression. Katsuki furrowed his eyebrows, confused at his best friend’s antics, and then he saw it: the raw, burned flesh of his palm.

Katsuki had hurt his best friend.

It’s very easy to fix objects, his dad used to tell him while stitching up one of his ripped shirts, you just get a bit of glue or yarn and you put it back together, a smile graced his lips at the feeling of his son taking his hand immediately after he let go of the sewing needle, but people are a lot harder to patch up, Katsu. People can’t be fixed, sometimes.

He wasn’t exactly sure of when he started shoving his hands inside his pockets, when he started opening doors with his feet and touching people with his shoulders to get their attention. It took him a while to understand that that first occasion wasn’t an accident, and that controlling his quirk when he got too excited or just overly happy was too hard and the security he got from all those tender touches he so eagerly searched from everyone in his life wasn’t worth the risk. The best thing Katsuki could do, for himself and for others, was to keep his hands to himself, even if they felt cold and empty and his big red eyes filled with tears at the loss of such a comforting habit.

He told himself it didn’t matter. You’d have to overgrow that over time, anyway, his mom reminded him at some point. Such childish, silly bullshit. Only softies hold hands, Katsuki, and we both know you’re not a softie.

It was easy to pretend he didn’t miss it. After a few years, the lack of touch was simply another part of his life he consciously chose to ignore, another longing he conditioned himself not to think about. It wasn’t like many people noted his abrupt change in behavior either — there were other things about him that were much more worthy of attention than that, like his killer quirk and quick brain, like his determination and ambition. Who cared about the fact that little Bakugou Katsuki didn’t want to hold hands anymore? Who cared about the fact that little touchy and clingy Bakugou Katsuki now barely touched others? 

Such childish, silly bullshit. Only softies hold hands, Katsuki, and we both know you’re not a softie.

He met her during his second year at UA. Y/N was mostly quiet, but still friendly and hardworking, fighting hard for her place as the number one student in Class 2-B. A project involving the two classes put them as partners, and project meetings soon became sparring sessions that turned into study group that led to study dates and then real dates and, by the beginning of his senior year, Katsuki had gotten himself a girlfriend.

He wasn’t certain if she noticed the way he purposely kept his hands out of reach when they walked side by side, or if she ever saw how he always made sure his palms were pointing away from her skin whenever they hugged or cuddled. He didn’t think anyone would ever pay enough attention to him to the point of perceiving his hesitancy. It didn’t matter that Bakugou had gained complete control of his quirk, it didn’t matter that he still felt his skin and his hands tingling with the urge, the craving for touch — the satisfaction wasn’t worth the risk, not the stupid satisfaction he didn’t even need. Such childish, silly bullshit. Bakugou Katsuki was doing very well with letting go of old customs, no doubt.

But Y/N noticed. God, of course she did — she noticed all the longing gazes, all the small flinches. She noticed how he never let his hands touch hers and at first it made her worried. Didn’t he want to touch her? Had she done something wrong? Her boyfriend wasn’t the best at communicating his feelings, even though he had been putting in the effort to talk to her whenever he felt a bit under the weather or bothered. 

However, this seemed like a bigger problem, like something he would never speak of unless she brought it up. It seemed deeper.

“Katsu?”

He lifted his scarlet eyes from the book in his hands and turned them to her sitting figure. They were both on his bed, despite curfew starting in less than an hour and the knowledge they shouldn’t be alone in his dorm. To be honest, Aizawa was quite used to watching the Class B girl sneak out of his student’s room every other night, wearing one of his many hoodies and those shorts that she always left in his closet. As long as they weren’t causing him any trouble, Eraserhead didn’t cause them any trouble, either.

“Yeah?” his voice was clearly tired after a day full of training and studying, a hint of sleepiness dripping from his tone.

“How come you never let me hold your hand?”

Katsuki froze on the spot, feeling his heart pick up its pace until it was beating so loud he could hear it by his ear, throbbing. He gulped harshly, sweat immediately gathering up on his hands from his own anxiety. She had noticed?

“What do you mean?” he tried to laugh calmly, but his chuckle sounded forced and nervous. He put the book away.

“You never let me hold your hand,” Y/N’s cheeks were tinted red with shyness. She had been pondering on how to talk to him about this for days now, yet seeing him so flustered made her surprisingly tense. “You avoid touching me with your hands in general, actually,” her chuckle sounded as forced and nervous as his, “is… Is there something wrong? Would you feel better if I stopped touching you so much? Does it make you uncomfortable? Because I really don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Katsu. You can talk to me about things like that, you know it.”

He couldn’t get himself to answer, unable to move or truly process her words. He really thought he had been slick, huh? He really thought she’d never notice, he really thought she’d never care. How would she feel if he told her he was afraid to hurt her, that he was afraid he would lose control of his quirk and burn her somehow, like he had done with Izuku all those years ago? Would she think he was childish and silly, too? Such childish, silly bullshit, Bakugou Katsuki scared of holding hands with his girlfriend, scared of touching her and holding her like she deserved to because what if it went wrong? What if he fucked it up? The best thing Katsuki could do, for himself and for others, was to keep his hands to himself, even if they felt cold and empty and his big red eyes filled with tears at the loss of such a comforting habit.

People are a lot harder to patch up, his father told him. He didn’t want to be guilty of screwing this up, didn’t want to destroy the relationship he cherished so, so much. Would she think he was weak for being this reluctant? Would she laugh at his stupid antics and tell him to grow up and stop being such a softie? Would she get mad? Should he even tell her?

“Katsu?” her soft voice relaxed his muscles like it habitually did, and he sighed deeply before meeting her worried eyes. “Talk to me?”

Y/N had always had this amazing talent of making him feel at ease. Ever since they met, so many months ago, she had this blinding quality that urged him to be quieter, calmer, less defensive. She didn’t even have to try tearing down his walls — they simply melted away when she smiled at him for the first time. He had never really talked about this issue with anyone else before, and he didn’t know how to even start, but Y/N made him want to try. Still, the words felt heavy on his tongue.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered so quietly that she leaned in to hear him, furrowing her eyebrows in disagreement.

“Come on, Katsu. Please?”

He inhaled deeply. She stared patiently, waiting for him to organize his own thoughts enough to explain the thousands of things running through his mind. When his eyes met hers again, he felt warm all over. Katsuki loved the way she looked at him — there was no fear, no ulterior interest, no nonsensical admiration. She looked at him and she saw… Katsuki. Just that. And, strangely, that seemed enough.

The boy averted his eyes from hers. “I don’t want to hurt you with my quirk.”

Oh. Oh? That, well, that was definitely unexpected. The crease in Y/N’s eyebrows deepened. 

“Why would you ever hurt me, Katsuki?”

The future hero lifted his head to look at her instantly, confusion swimming in his red gaze as he answered, “I mean by accident, Y/N. I—,” he almost stopped himself right there, yet her expression caused him to continue, “I really liked holding hands when I was younger, you know? With my friends, teachers, family, and all that,” his ears were bright pink with embarrassment that subsided when she smiled softly at the new information, “it made me feel safe or whatever. Then I—then I got my quirk and, sometimes, when I held hands with people it just—,” he exhaled heavily before letting out a sad, defeated laugh, “I have burned a nasty amount of people. I don’t want to do that with you, too. I’d never want to hurt you.”

Katsuki was hardly a vulnerable person. He tried to be, yes, because he wanted this to work and for it to work he had to meet her halfway somehow during certain moments, but it was so, so difficult. It was so difficult for him to open up and talk about one of his biggest insecurities of all time, about one of the things he most craved for. He didn’t want to scare her away.

“Katsuki.” Her tone was serious and she stared at him with such intensity that he lost the ability to breathe for a second. “I understand where you’re coming from, but that’s bullshit.”

Bakugou blinked. “What?”

“You’d never hurt me, okay? I know you wouldn’t. I trust you, Katsu, so much. I’m sorry I didn’t ask you about this before,” she bit her lip thoughtfully while he could only stand there, dumbfounded with her reaction. 

Out of all his imagined worst-case scenarios, this was a surprise. 

“Katsu,” the girl called to him again, smiling lovingly in that way that made his world spin in its axis when they first met, “do you trust me too?”

“Of course I do,” there was no hesitation this time. Of course he did.

“Can I touch your hands?”

Once again, he froze on the spot. She looked at him expectantly.

People are a lot harder to patch up. She was trying, though. She was really trying to fix the ripped pieces of himself he tried to bury under anger and seclusion, pretending there was nothing wrong and that this was just how things were supposed to be. 

Bakugou looked down at his own hands, studying them carefully. With a last shaky exhale, he nodded.

She took his hands in hers, letting her fingers interlace with his cautiously so as to not startle him. Her thumb caressed his palm ever so softly and he fought the instinctive flinch that threatened to push her away. After years without it, this type of touch felt too intimate, too close, too new.

He liked it. 

He smiled.

“See? Nothing to worry about.” Y/N smiled back, grinning when he took it upon himself to squeeze her hand in appreciation. “You’re fine, Katsuki. I like holding your hand.”

His smile grew wider and he leaned in to kiss her, living for the feeling of her fingers squeezing his while their lips moved slowly. They had kissed a million times before, yet this felt different. If given the chance, Katsuki probably wouldn’t mind being stuck in that moment forever, with her lips on his and his hands on hers — Y/N had melted away all his walls and defenses from the start, and he was incredibly glad. He was incredibly glad for her.

His heart was beating fast inside his chest, especially when she pulled one of his hands up slightly to let it cup her face. A shiver went down his spine as he felt the curve of her jaw under his fingertips, the softness of her skin touching his. When there was not any air left in their lungs, they parted from each other. She turned her face to kiss his palm affectionately and his entire face seemed to burst with love and gratitude.

“I like holding your hand, too.”

She giggled, and, for the first time, Bakugou felt like it’d be alright if he decided not to keep his hands to himself. Such childish, silly bullshit, waiting around when he could’ve been holding hands this whole time.

A/N: so that was it!!! i hope you liked it!!! hehe hello

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also tagging @tsuhika bc i am: a fan and you gave us permission to tag you in shit SOO KJSFBIUEFB LMAO SORRY

[luckyasfuck]

maybe i just wanna be yours [k. bakugou]

A CAMBOY AU SERIES - PARTS 1, 2, 3, 4, [5]

pairing // katsuki x female reader

tw // cussing, smut

warnings for this part // oral (m and f recieving), hair pulling, face-fucking, exhibitionist kink, spanking, praise, dacryphilia

theme // enemies to lovers au, camboy!katsu au, college student!katsu and reader au, no quirk au

keys // y/n

words // 1.8k

a/n // IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG I DONT DESERVE YALL. pt 6 at 250 likes and 20 reblogs btw!

previous part

y/n has been alone in the library for about an hour now. she didn’t notice katsuki’s absence until she had to change subjects to study, too indulged in the textbook to look up. no messages were given by katsuki about him being late and she grumbled, rolling her eyes. she writes the name of the textbook on top of the page in her notebook and the library door swings open. 

a calm katsuki walks towards her, ash blonde hair kinda messy and his black hoodie all over the place. with an eyeroll, y/n went back to writing on her notebook while handing the textbook she just used to him. “you’re la-”

“why’d you block me?”

the sentence made the girl look at him with a glare. her hand stops writing, her body stiffens and her hands start to sweat. “what the fuck are you talking about?” she avoids his strong gaze, looking back down on her notebook. katsuki fumes at this, pulling out his phone as she started to write again.

the notebook is closed harshly, a phone being slammed down on it as it displayed her account and the block message. she looked up at the fuming boy as he gripped his phone tight, gazing down at her. “none of your fucking business.” she replied, putting the cap on her ballpoint pen. about to glare at him again, a gasp erupts from her throat when he grips the collar of her shirt, pulling her towards him.

“why’d you block me?” katsuki’s breath fanned right on her lips, his eyes locked right into hers. she sends a death glare his way, grabbing his wrist and detaching it from her collar. “it was the right thing to do and you know it.” the blonde rolled his eyes as y/n dusted her shirt off, fixing her collar. “great, now it’s loose.”

heavy steps make the h/c turn her head to the sound, only to be grabbed by the shoulders and sat down harshly. katsuki towered over her, “unblock me now.” 

“i see no reason to.” stray students walked inside the library and y/n is quick to shove katsuki away from her, they chatter and sit on a table near the front. they don’t acknowledge the two students who were here before them as they laughed loudly. 

y/n sighs, mood completely ruined by the dumb blonde and class skippers. speaking of the dumb blonde, he eyes the students as well, dragging a chair and sitting down beside y/n right before she got up to return the textbook. vermillion eyes stare right into her ass before they’re torn away by her voice, “go get a fucking textbook.” 

the math section is where it all goes downhill.

hands show up either side of y/n as she’s reading through the contents of the math book. about to turn around, she stiffens when a warm, sculpted body presses up against her back. 

katsuki’s crotch brushes up against her rump, his pecs right against her back. “what the fuck are you doing?” the pressed up girl returns the textbook to its original place, trying to even out her breaths. the blonde moves back a little, a hand gripping y/n’s shoulders to turn her around. “will you stop pushing me around?! you- mhmp!” 

a pair of lips slams against hers mid-sentence, a tongue instantly prodding against her lips asking for entrance. the hands encaging her roam her body, one staying put on her hips. “don’t you ever shut the fuck up?” katsuki slurred against her lips as y/n put her hands on his chest, “says you.” 

the next thing the blonde knows, he’s pinned to a shelf. the shelf falters slightly but this doesn’t bother y/n, instead she presses herself against him while connecting their lips once again. 

now that was definitely unexpected. 

“you want it or nah?” katsuki pulls away, hands disappearing underneath her shirt. “i’m afraid you’ll be too loud.” he smirked, groping her left boob. “me? too loud?” y/n tilts her head to the side, her hand traveling downwards to squeeze the males evident bulge, making him whine out quietly. “says you.”

“i’ve watched enough of your stupid lives to know how loud you can be.” the students chatter loudly in the distance, making the both of them aware of their presence. for some reason, the librarian wasn’t here to check up on the shelves every now and then. perfect, y/n thought as she got on her knees, grazing her fingernails along the side of katsuki’s bulge. his cock twitches under her palm as he covers his mouth, breathing heavily. 

his cock was pretty. of course, she’d seen it on multiple lives, but seeing it right infront of her, his pink tip leaking and his veins throbbing. it hit different. without warning, her lips encage his cock head, licking at his the pre-cum dripping down his slit. a beautiful moan escapes from katsuki’s parted lips as he threw his head back onto the shelf filled with books. chatter and footsteps approach the both of them, growing louder by the second. 

“hey, sto-” katsuki warns, trying to push the girl away from his cock. the students walk to the section of shelves right behind them, laughing about getting a book named whatever that was. ignoring the statement, y/n pushes his cock deeper into his mouth, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue around. the weight of it felt amazing against her tongue as she slowly fit all of him in, struggling and gagging. she pulls away, a thin string of saliva connects her to his cock. 

“oh don’t stop now.” katsuki glared, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her back. “fucking suck it, so these students right behind us knows whose cock you’re choking on, yeah? it’s my cock.” for reasons unknown, the students behind them didn’t hear a thing, probably too busy being idiots. y/n only nods, continuing her job, stroking the places she can’t reach. “poor girl, you need help?” 

a harsh grip on her hair and she gags audibly again, hoping the idiots behind katsuki didn’t hear it. slowly, he started fucking himself with her mouth, admiring the way she looked up at him, saliva drooling down her jaw and onto the floor. the tip of his cock hits the back of his throat and he groans. “did you hear that?” a slightly muffled voice asks and the laughter and noise ceases. y/n and katsuki’s hearts drop, but she can’t stop now, could she?

with a faster pace, she starts sucking again, looking up at katsuki with a smirk. “we should go check.” they hear and y/n’s heart pace picks up, licking at the prominent vein of the blonde’s cock. “fucking filthy exhibitionist.” he mouths as the group of students start to investigate. right about to catch the dirty doings of the duo, they’re called by the remnants of their friend group to go get food. “too bad,” he threw his head back, hard footsteps and chatter slowly disappearing in the distance until the library door finally closes, leaving the room silent. “they didn’t see me fill your throat with cum.” he says, finally shooting his load into your mouth. 

the library consists now of katsuki’s moans and y/n audibly gagging here and there. “your turn.” the next thing she knew, she was bent over the desk they were studying at. “we were supposed to study, weren’t we? okay.” he let out a deep chuckle, opening the textbook she used to study. “page 357, what is knowledge?” the cold breeze of the air-conditioned library made her shiver as he hoisted her skirt up, groping her ass and thumbing her clit. “i... i haven’t gotten to that page ye-”

spank.

“ow, fuck!” the slap stung, and katsuki chuckled, kneading her ass cheek with the same hand he used to spank it. a thumb grazing the wet patch in her panties. “page 17, what is psychology?” y/n gulps, legs quivering. “scientific study of... of mental process and behavior...” the tension is thick when he doesn’t speak, she tries to look back at him to see what he’s doing only to be cut off by a moan when one of his fingers dig inside her, slowly moving in and out. “the more correct answers you give, the faster i go. the more wrong answers you give, the slower i go. understood?”

“u-understood.”

“page 137, when was behaviorism introduced?” fuck, y/n didn’t like numbers. katsuki stops moving his fingers and she whines, trying to pry her brain for the answer. “1913...?” a sigh leaves her lips when he starts moving again, a little faster now. “good girl.” this went on for ten more questions, her ass stinging, legs giving up, and tears rolling down onto the table. she had already cum twice, mind becoming hazier and hazier with each question. “that’s it baby, one more question. page 270, which theory of abnormal behavior stresses the importance of current experiences and the persons view of themselves?”

y/n felt his cock prodding at her entrance and she whines, thrusting back to try and get it inside of her. katsuki puts the book down, gripping her hips and pinning her wrists above her head. “nope, answer the question first.” he teases, rubbing her slit up and down with his cock. “existential theories.” she answered proudly, a small oh, yes leaving her lips when he slowly bottoms out inside of her. “good girl, you like being fucked out here? when anyone can walk in and see you?” 

the size of his cock was amazing, it felt amazing. the females eyes lull shut, gripping down at the table with her fingers as katsuki picked up his pace, heavy balls slapping her clit with each thrust. y/n can only nod, face contorting in pleasure as skin slapping, her whines and his grunts bounced off the four walls of the library. “good girl.” he says for the millionth time, bending over to give her shoulder blade a kiss. “fuck! g-gonna cum again!” she warns, legs shaking and sobs leaving her lips. 

“so pretty when you cry,” katsuki whines out, thrusts growing sloppier and faster. “so. fucking. p-pretty.” a loud moan escapes both of their lips and his hips stutter, shooting his load inside her. he thrusts a few more times, prolonging their orgasm. soon, he pulls out and they’re both panting. with a swift movement, he spanks her ass one last time before pulling her panties up, keeping his cum inside. 

y/n is still fucked out, drool and tears all over her face as she got up from the table. katsuki grabs a chair and moves it to her, slowly sitting her down. “you hurt anywhere?” he tried to act cool while snatching her phone, offering her his jug. “fuck off, i see you taking my phone. unblock yourself if you want, i don’t plan on watching your stupid lives anyway.” she choked out, wiping the thin layer of sweat on her forehead. katsuki rolls his eyes at this, unblocking himself and unfollowing all the other camboys you had. 

“we’ll see about that, pretty face.”

next part [ not yet available! ]

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[neoheros]

fuckboy! iwaizumi (fem reader but no mention of pronouns!)

— fuckboy au masterlist !! ♡

you’ve known iwaizumi since you were kids and you forgot when or why the two of you became so close but you both take into account how dull life would be without each other

growing up, you took on the golden girl role— acing tests and topping classes as easy as that

you were the dream student, the darling of every parent and everyone in school made sure you knew that they knew that

iwaizumi on the other hand didn’t really see any prospect in that happening for him

he was already doing his most in the school volleyball club and that was definitely enough in his book

iwa’s the type of guy to hardly show up in class and when he does it most likely has something to do with you

you: omfg if i tell that girl from 2nd year all the pros of spending time with you will you go to school for a full week this time

iwaizumi: no but its cute that you’re trying ❤️

he had a reputation around school and you were well aware of it

as his best friend you had a nagging feeling that you should’ve been stopping him when he shows up with a different girl from the one he told you about last week

but knowing iwa, he was either gonna ignore you or just laugh it off like he usually does

your friends often see you hanging out with him and they’re always trying to warn you that he’s reputable for being a heartbreaker and you’re just like ????

first of all, how could they say those mean things about ur best friend !!!!

and secondly, you already knew that he was a lying uncommitted piece of trouble, you didn’t need to be warned !!

besides, you two have been so close since you could remember, iwaizumi could never dare to do you like that

you’re the only girl he’s kept around for more than a week and even though you’ve told him numerous times that that wasn’t a compliment, it still warmed your heart in a way

iwaizumi: i just got dumped :/ now i have to hit up someone new to spend the night with

you, genuinely amazed: look on the bright side 💫💖👑 i hope it blinds you ✨🧚🏻‍♀️

the truth is that you were completely repulsed by the idea that he could go through women like clothes but you wouldn’t deny that there was a reason behind that

he was basically a 5’10 calvin klein model with the skills to play professional volleyball any day

as far as anyone was concerned, he was just someone who had a lot of free time and numerous trust issues

it was a wonder how you could stand to be around him especially when he’s with other girls like that and you could certainly live better off without the hate you get almost everyday from his ex flings

but in all your years of friendship, you can’t recall a single time iwaizumi wasn’t there for you

if you needed a ride to school, he’d drop whatever whoever he was doing and drive you there, if you forgot to eat a meal that day, he’d swoop in and take you to the nearest mcdonald’s drivethru

you were the only one he trusted and even if he got on your nerves sometimes you can’t say that you didn’t trust him too

the worst thing he ever did to you was give you a mini heart attack when one friday evening he came knocking on your window like a lunatic

you: you’re insane if you think i’m letting you in

iwaizumi: but i brought food

you: aight bet

the minute you opened your window, your heart dropped as soon as he entered, visible bruises and blood on his lips

he had a brown bag of mcdonald’s in his right hand, gently bringing it to your stunned figure with a shy smile, “told you i brought food,”

you put down the bag, immediately grabbing his hand and pulling him into your bathroom where you kept your medicine cabinet

your heart is racing, the sheer amount of blood on his clothes enough to freak you out

you sit him down on the counter, ignoring his reassurance that he was fine and that you didn’t have to go through all this trouble

you bite down on your lower lip hard, trying to stop the tears that prickled

“apparently this girl i was with had a boyfriend and he didn’t really like it when i took her out,” he says, a sheepish smile on his face

you don’t respond, unable to stop your hand from pressing harder on his wounds once you heard the reason why

“ow!” he says, but he lowers back down when he sees your hurt look

“i was really worried,” you tell him, sighing as you dabbed the alcohol covered cotton as light as you can

he’s genuine when he breathes out, an apologetic grin as he says, “i know, i’m sorry.”

for the first time that night, you smile, rolling your eyes at the rarity of a serious moment like this one

you: you look like shit

iwaizumi: you should’ve seen the other guy

you: was he hot 🥺

iwaizumi: why am i friends with you

you finish patching up his face with bandaids, softly amused and grateful that the only ones you had left had hello kittys on them

“all done,” you grin, “next time you get beat up, go to a doctor, or one of your girlfriends, the blood is seriously disgusting.”

iwaizumi laughs, pulling you into a loose hug, “you’re the only girl i know with a medicine cabinet.”

“that’s why i’m the best.” you tell him with a huff, pushing him off as you leave the room.

iwa sighs, and he’s doing his best to ignore the racing of his heart to be that close to you, “you’re not wrong there.”

[beyondspaceandstars]

Skype

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: N/A, just fluffy! Summary: While away on a mission, Bucky finally decides to learn what Skype is. A/N: i know this account started with star wars writing but i do also write marvel stuff (if you’ve ever checked out my ao3 thats super obvious lmao) so yeah i’m gonna incorporate that work onto here because why not? i write for a few fandoms here and there and enjoy it all very much! this was originally posted on an older blog but i’m working to transfer stuff here!

MASTERLIST

You adjusted your laptop screen and glances back at the little clock in the corner. It was almost 2 AM for you, but Bucky assured you it was morning by him. You didn’t really know where him and the team were (sometimes stuff was just too sensitive of information and you, the resident nurse for the team, didn’t have approval for it) but it didn’t really matter, as long as you could finally see your loving, smiling boyfriend’s face.

Days, almost weeks, passed since you last saw him and while texting and phone calls were adequate, there was just something so special about getting to face him to talk about your days.

However, convincing Bucky to actually use Skype was a challenge all in its own. He had just began to understand the "moving pictures" (Gifs. Gifs they were gifs) you liked to send him so conducting a video chat felt out of his wheel house.

But once you promised him it was safe and the rest of the team offered to help with any technical difficulties, he agreed to give it a try.

"If I don’t like it you’re just going to have to stick to sending those — oh, what are those called? Selfies?" Bucky had told you after linking your Skype accounts.

"Selfies, yeah," You chuckled. "You’re such an old man."

Your stomach fluttered at the memory remembering how certain he was to show you he was anything but an old man after saying that.

The familiar dinging of the Skype ringtone brought you out of your scandalous daydream. Your heart jumped — he had actually figured it out (or, at least someone with him had).

Excitedly, you clicked ‘accept’ and within seconds you were greeted by a very scruffy, tired looking Bucky. His hair was an absolute mess and bags were starting to form under his eyes, but nevertheless he had the biggest smile when he saw you.

"Hey, doll," He greeted you with a little wave, as if not really believing you could see him.

"Bucky!" You exclaimed, unable to hold back the wide smile creeping on your lips. Bucky blushed ever so slightly at your excitement. "How are you? How’s everything going?"

"We got some intel today, but stuff’s moving slowly," he explained in the most boring way possible. You learned to get used to this when talking about any mission. He liked to say so little yet so much at once. "You can really see me on this? This is odd."

You chuckled, "I don’t know why you’re so amazed, you guys use video chat all the time."

"Well, yeah," Bucky shrugged. "On super fancy military-grade devices. Didn’t know a civilian laptop had all this power."

You couldn’t help but let a laugh out at that one. The terms and silliness of his statement  was just too adorable for you to take him seriously. Watching a hundred something year old in a young adults body maneuver life was something else.

"Were you able to get it working okay?" You asked. Bucky immediately started shaking his head before you finished the question, which made you shake your head, smiling.

"No way," He said. "Steve helped. Somehow that punk knows way more about computers than me."

"We’re gonna have to pay him for lessons," you joked, trying to suppress your laughing but failing miserably. Bucky just playfully rolled his eyes as your antics.

"If you’re done bullying me about my lack of technological skills, I would like to hear how your day way,"

You readjusted on the bed, getting comfy under the duvet you two usually shared. You were occupying his side of the bed currently, something you did without realization when he was gone.

"It’s not much work when you guys are gone," you said, trying not to show any longing in your voice. Maybe phone calls were better — when facing you, Bucky could always pick up on any little thing wrong with your demeanor. "I caught up on some paperwork and continued my research. Never realized the number of species this universe could have."

As the resident nurse, you took it upon yourself to learn about any and all species that may roam out there just because you never quite knew what the team could come back with. One day you could be patching up a secret agent and the next it could be a god. You liked your brain to be ready for anything.

Bucky scoffed, "You’re telling me! Feel like it’s something new everyday."

You gave him your warmest, understanding smile. "You know, it is just really good to see you."

"It’s great to see you too, doll," he said, softer than normal. "You know I’ll be home soon, right? Gonna be waiting to patch me up?"

You sighed, knowing the super soldier was reading you once again. Sometimes you hated how he could recognize everything that was wrong and this was one of those times. You didn’t want this to be sappy — in fact, you though this could be less depressing than texting — but really seeing him there and not in bed with you made your heart sigh.

"Of course," you nodded. "Always going to be there for you."

As Bucky was about to make another comment, a yawn you had been trying to suppress made itself known.

"Someone getting sleepy?" Bucky chuckled as you scooted down in the bed, engulfing yourself in more duvet and pillows.

"Me?" You asked, yawning again. "I’ll be up for hours."

Your boyfriend shook his head, a sly smirk resting on his lips. He shook his head, "You should get to bed, honey."

"No," you protested. "We just got on!"

"I can call you later, honey," he assured you. "We have some work to get to anyways."

You groaned, not wanting to go back to the reality that you’re alone in a normally shared bed, gripping his pillow and side of the duvet as if your life depended on it. It was almost pathetic, but you couldn’t help yourself. You missed him dearly and every mission there was a chance he may not… No, you stopped your brain, you weren’t thinking about it. You would go to bed thinking about what you two would talk about in the morning.

"Okay, babe," you sighed. "I love you. I can’t wait for you to be back in this bed."

He chuckled and nodded, "Trust me, there’s nothing more than I want to be holding you tight. I love you too, doll."

[keilemlucent]

if you are interested, i would like to present my dear salem with hero hawks and his little horny crush on his innocent assistant bc man’s corruption kink go brrrrrr😇

okay look LOOK i have... such a thing for hawks getting a h*rd on for his sweet, far-too kind PA.

(NSFW)

word count: 2.5k

warnings: dubcon, coersion, (a little bit of) yandere hawks, reader wears lingerie, reader is sorta oblivious,  sugar daddy hawks, scumbag hawks, power imbalance, hawks is a manipulative bastard but its hot so who cares <3

...

“Are you sure this is... appropriate, sir?” 

No, no, definitely not, not at all. Taking his sweet, desperately-in-need-of-a-break PA out on a little shopping spree was definitely crossing a lot of professional lines, but how could he care? He was far more focused on the wobbly way ‘sir’ had dripped off your tongue.

It wasn’t sin, but he’d get you there, he was quite persuasive. 

The little shopping trip (literally) landed you at a luxury mall across Fukuoka, many-floored and lavishing decorated with twinkling, bright bulbs and crystal on every fixture. The stores were expensive, too expensive for you to afford on your own but Keigo knew how hard you’d been working! All that extra paperwork (he’d been purposefully giving you because it kept you around the office later and more often) had been getting done beautifully, and you deserved a treat. Many of them. 

Consider it an early bonus.

You already had quite a few bags dangling off your arms, the cords and ribbons digging into your arms (god, he wished he could make some marks of his own--). And Keigo had decided to treat you to one, final stop. He guided you to the store entrance with a hand on your lower back.

God help you, a lingerie store.

Nothing cheap, only custom-made and designer pieces. It was more of a boutique, some places private where no one would bother the two of you. 

He watched your expression, the pull of your brows and the way your pupils dilated. It might’ve been from a bit of ill-placed stress, but he’s sure he can get your eyes just as inky other ways, if given the opportunity. 

“This is remarkably appropriate, dove,” He hummed and ushered you inside the store entrance, flashing a grin to the starry-eyed salesclerk. His hand drifted downward, just over the upper curves of your ass, just to watch you squirm. “Consider it a reward! You’ve been doing so much good for me and the agency, you deserve a treat or two, don’t you think?”

You shifted the bags on your arms and dared to meet his gaze with your own, meek and wide, “I-I think this is more than ‘a treat or two’--”

“Then shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, thanking me for my generosity then?” Keigo smirked as your expression faltered. You were way too easy and god, he fucking loved it.

Before you had a chance to fret anymore, he assured you quietly that everything was alright. A bit of praise to ice the pinpricks he left behind. He shooed you into the fitting rooms, pointing a beaming smile at a clerk and getting to work. 

He’d have you spoiled, whether you liked it or not.

...

You sat on the plush bench of the fitting room, hands in fist and lip tucked between your teeth. You chewed on it, swallowing around your dry throat. Hawks’ voice drifted back from the salesfloor, though you couldn’t tell what he was saying. You could pick up words like ‘sweet’ and ‘cute’ and you could only assume the words were about the bright-eyed, big-titted employee you saw when you walked in.

You squeeze the fabric of your skirt and tried to let some of the tension in your shoulders dissipate. 

“Oh, wow, dove, the selection they have here is amazing!” Hawks whistled as he returned to the fitting room, alone, carrying an armful of padded, velvet hangers. 

“I can imagine,” You wished you could have looked around a bit yourself, but Hawks had a much better eye for these things than you did. You were very fortunate to have him around. 

He arranged them on a gold railing nearby, wings tucked to his back as to not crowd the small space of the dressing room.

It was truly just a single room, though it was large enough. Six-sided, each wall complete with a well-padded, velvet bench seat to idle on. The middle of the room had a little raised platform, leading to three, angled mirrors. They were massive and felt a bit too revealing as Hawks hummed to himself nearby.

The only thing separating you from the rest of the store was a heavy, velvet draping. 

Hawks plopped onto the cushion next to you, letting out a deep sigh and leaning back. You watched him, gaze flickering from the garments on the rack and the exposed patch of his chest visible from the unpopped buttons of his shirt. 

His feathers brushed up against your arm and you shuddered.

“Now, sweet thing,” He clicked his tongue, jerking his gaze to the hangers. “I picked out some pretty sweet pieces for you. Why don’t you try them on and let me know what you think, hm?”

You nodded, though your stomach felt like there was suddenly lead in it. From the looks of the lace and silks, those pieces weren't going to cover much of anything. You mentally sparred with yourself.

It’s not... that bad. It’s not like he’s going to see anything more than he would if you were wearing a swimsuit. 

Besides, this a gift, right? You should at least show him what he’d paid for on an actual body. 

He had you so well-trained--

You stood, moving to the rack on shaking legs and examining the pieces.

They’re all... a bit whorish. None of those soft babydolls and teddies that folks wore in those softcore pornos that you definitely never watched. The pieces Hawks picked for you aren’t the least bit modest. They’re all lace, mesh, and ribbons. Stockings and garters that looked like they might be a tich too snug. You grab the least garish-looking piece. 

And Hawks was still in the room, body lax and slumped against the cushions.

His eyes lazily opened, a bushy brow-raising, “You good, dove?” 

“... Aren’t you gonna step out?” 

He chuckled and you knew you were fucked. Just not literally, not yet. 

“Why the hell would I do that?” Hawks laughed and righted himself. His vibrant gold eyes bore into yours, though they looked more black than topaz by that point. 

You swallowed. 

“I would prefer if you d-did.”

“And if I don’t?” His voice oozed something that made your knees weak. “What then? I know you don’t like disappointing me.”

You didn’t, but this was a bit far. ‘A bit’. 

“... s-sir, please,” You begged, albeit quietly. 

This was crossing lines. As much as Hawks gave you special treatment at the agency, literally and figuratively taking you under his wing and tending to your needs as he saw them and has he saw fit, stripping and playing dress-up in expensive lingerie definitely was too far.

As much as part of you adored the attention, you tried to keep that quiet. Stuffed down and hidden. Hawks was your boss, and you had to keep yourself occupied with his busy schedule and mountains of paperwork, lest you allow yourself to dissolve into thinking his attentions were anything other than favoritism. 

Oh my god, you really were that dense

“’Please’?” Hawks cocked his head to the side, the corners of his lips curling. “‘Please’ what, dovey? Tell me.”

You let out a shaking breath, “Hawks, this is remarkably inappropriate--” 

“Maybe,” He cuts you off swiftly, a flap of his wings pushing him to his feet and directly in front of you. “You just need some help? That’s it?”

Your mouth went dry. He wasn’t wrong, not really. 

“That’s all, huh?” Hawks ran a hand through his hair, his wings curling around the room, too-wide and fluffed for the small space. “Should’ve just said something. I imagine you don’t do this kind of thing often.”

“N-no, I don’t.”

Does anyone? 

“That’s alright, I know you try your best and just need that extra push, hm?” Hawks sighed, deep in his chest. 

With the scarlet swallowing your peripheral vision, you feel like you’re suffocating. Maybe in a good way. You nodded, pliant.

He always knows you. What you want, what you crave, what you need. 

Nimble fingers untucked your blouse from your waist, and you yipped at the chill of his fingers. He was undeterred, loosening the garment and immediately going for the buttons.

One by one, they came undone and you wrap your arms tighter around your middle. Hawks ogled, openly and without a care. It made something in you writhe, but you still wanted more of it. His attention, overt affections that supposedly mean nothing-- you want it.

He slid the blouse from your shoulder, letting it fall to the ground. You watched as his feather shuddered, rippling as he let out a few harsh breaths. You knew how you must look, hot and flushed to the touch. Bare on your upper half, sans a cheap bra that had seen better. 

“Are you sure--” You weren’t sure what you were going to ask, but Hawks didn’t let you say it besides.

“Yes, of course, obviously,’” He licked his goddamn lips. A taloned-finger caught the pilling strap of your bra, snapping it against your shoulder. “Besides, look at this! Can’t have you representing the agency, me, and my brand wearing shit like this.”

Something burned in your gut, some mix of shame and arousal that was threatening to spill from the wet corners of your eyes. 

Hawks dropped to his knees, so fast you hardly could register it. His hands hooked in your skirt by the first two knuckles and tugged and he went down. The sound of splitting fabric cracked in the air, and your skirt fell to the floor in tatters.

And Hawks, the fucker, hovered just inches away from your covered cunt. The cheap cotton of your panties did nothing to shield you from the hot breath that he fanned over you.

“H-Hawks!” You cried out, attempting to push at his shoulders with sweaty palms. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Just taking a closer look,” He gave you no time to protest as those quick fingers of his pulled the elastic of your panties, tugging them down your thighs. He had the decency to tap your ankles, one at a time, so you could step out of the garment. “You don’t mind, do you?”

You let him. 

Perhaps you should’ve protested a bit more. Maybe. But it wasn’t like this wasn’t your wildest fantasy. Your sweet, too-kind boss, spoiling you. You weren’t sure if you’d thought about Hawks that way at first, but he had gotten to you at some point. The impromptu lunches, the late nights together, the walks and flights home. There was even that one he’d managed to wrestle a guy getting too handsy at a club with (how had he known you’d even been there?)

Hawks unclipped your bra, throwing the thing to the side with a  look akin to disgust. He snatched the hanger and garment from your hand and nodded toward the platform.

“Stand over there like a good girl for me, okay? Don’t take your eyes off yourself.”

You couldn’t disobey him, could you?

You’d seen what he did to people who crossed him, when it really mattered. He didn’t put his heart or energy into something unless he really, actually cared. And the handful of times you’d seen that go to shit had left memories of sharpened feathers and terror-filled eyes in their wake.

But you were good for him. His assistant who always made sure his meetings lined up with his patrols, and that everything was brief unless entirely necessary otherwise. You were the one who made sure he had caffeine nearby and a full belly, even on his most busy of days. 

He’d never do anything other than be kind, right?

You didn’t want to find out otherwise. 

He approached you from behind, the silk of the garment tucked over his arm. His eyes looked predatory, gleaming and inky. 

He only stopped when his chest is flush to your back, hands finding their home just above your hips with a squeeze. You shuddered at the feeling, new and raw and you couldn’t tell if you hated or loved it. 

“I want to see how this looks on you, god,” Hawks groaned, nails biting into your skin. “Hold still for me, dove.”

You did.

You didn’t dare move an inch as Hawks took his sweet time dressing you up. The garment is silken straps, the lace wrapping around the curves of your hips and chest, securely with expert bows that he pats into place after each one.

It was impossible to ignore the bulge pressing into your ass. Even as he pulled the pair of panties between your cheeks, stroking the lace and the fat with a wide palm, you were far more focused on the heat and hardness slowly grinding at the other cheek.

He tied you up expertly, and you watched in the mirrors, seeing each angle of it. The way his hands squeezed and pulled at your flesh along the way. The hungry glint in his eyes as he traced your figure. The way his wings seemed to shake and flutter in tandem with your short, quick breaths.

You were truly at his mercy. 

“Look at that,” He whistled low, grabbing your jaw and pulling your gaze just where he’d like. “Tied up like a pretty present I told you this would be good, didn’t I?”

“Y-You did.”

Hawks sighed, draping himself over your shoulders and nuzzling into your neck. You could feel the part of his plush lips, the way they drag over your skin. You swore you a nip or two.

His gaze met yours in the mirror. One of his hands trailed low, very low, sliding over top of the lace panties and cupping your sex. His index fingers lazily traced your lips through the fabric, idle. His other went to grope your chest, more insistent as he palmed at you, pinching a nipple as you began to sputter. 

A warbled moan cracked from your lips as Hawks fingers dipped below the seams of the pretty garment, rubbing at just the rights parts of you, tugging your body flush to his. 

“W-Wait, Hawks!” You wrapped a hand around on his wrist, begging your breath to stay somewhat even. “What if someone hears? Or one of the employees comes back? What if--”

“Do you think I care?” Hawks groaned, grunting as he ground into your ass. The unmistakable sound of fabric tearing cut through the room (again) and the fabric of his pants hit the ground. And suddenly you could feel how hard and hot he was. 

Something twisted in your gut and your legs rubbed together. Hawks caught your gaze, scarlet enveloping the room from the sides of your vision and the mirror in front of you.

Hawks shifted your face toward his, nosing along your cheek. The grip on your jaw was replaced by one on your throat; he was hardly exerting any pressure but the threat and meaning were clear.

Keigo has you right where he wants you. He always has, always will. You’re just a bit too... naive? No, maybe dumb... That’s a bit mean, isn’t it?”

“You need this just as I do,” He spoke low and rolling, touch burning like embers. “You know you do. I know you do. You trust me, don’t know?”

All you could do was nod before Keigo slotted his lips to yours, staking a claim that was only new to you. He nipped at your bottom lip, tugged until you were wincing into his mouth. He caught every sound, every little gesture of yours was his, just like you were. Keigo kicked himself for waiting for this so long, but he could be ginger, under the right circumstances. Ones that benefited him. He could only hope you were as good of a fuck as you were fun to toy with. 

You’d be sin yet, Keigo resolved as he pulled away. He just had to coax you there first, and he wasn’t against more... direct methods.

Maybe you’d finally get it then.