#in fact i made their faces wider and eyes smaller in a way i actually prefer cause they look more like grown men 😅

[lazycranberrydoodles]

makerspace ily!!!

(makerspace is a room at Otakon that has tons of craft supplies) / referenced off of Starember’s manhua panels

references:

my first sketch attempt which i fucked up horrifically and abandoned:

[carlgrimesenthusiast]

saviour! reader x carl where he’s got a huge crush on her and thinks she’s soooo hot so when the two find themselves alone, and she makes a suggestive comment towards him, he begs her to have sex with him

we’re supposed to hate each other…

warnings: swearing, smut.

a/n: i decided to make this into an actual fic instead of just short couple of paragraphs. plus i haven’t written a fic in a long time! i also wrote in capitalisation and didn’t make the writing smaller, thought i would try it out.

also, i made reader negans daughter so it would fit to the title, but everything else is the same!

You heard someone knocking on the door from the other side of the door. “Come in.” You yelled, rolling your eyes. Someone always had to interrupt whilst you were reading a book.

“Alright, pumpkin. Get up, we’re going to Alexandria.” Your father said, after opening the door. You love going to Alexandria, mostly because of a special someone always being there whilst your father went off taking supplies from everyone. You and Carl were supposed to hate each other, at least that’s what you thought.

Whenever you saw Carl, you get butterflies in your stomach but your ignored them. Even if you were supposedly dating, would it really work out? Your fathers hate each other and even thought hate is a strong word, they really do hate each other. You wouldn’t blame Rick, Carls dad, you knew what kind of person your dad was but that didn’t change the fact that you still love him.

“Fine.” You abruptly sat up, removing the blankets off of you and leaving the marked up book onto the bed side table. “When are we leaving?” You questioned, taking your jacket and putting it on.

“Now, all the trucks are outside all ready.” Your father said, waiting for you to hurry up.

“Well, I’m ready so let’s go.” Negan nodded before turning around, opening the door wider and letting you leave first before closing the door and locking it.

You made your way outside, walking past all the workers and taking quick glances at them. You felt bad for them but weren’t they being kept safe? It shouldn’t be that bad, it’s way better then being left outside with all those walkers lurking around. If I were them, I’d prefer to be kept inside, fed and being able to sleep all safely, well mostly safe…

You boarded the car with you dad, not being bothered to buckle your seatbelt because who else would be driving on the road apart from the Saviours? You and Negan made small talk, a large quantity of it being what we would take when we get there and if your dad was going to stir up even more hatred.

You arrived outside the gate of Alexandria, you waited for the Alexandrians to open the gate before all the vehicles made their way inside.

You jumped out the car happily, you loved being here. You honestly wish you were here instead of the Sanctuary. The houses and the trees and the bright sun, everything about it here was beautiful. You were brought out of your thoughts when a certain someone made their way towards you.

“Hey, Y/n, haven’t seen you in ages.” Carl said, hands in his pockets whilst he looked down at you with his eyes squinted from the sun.

“I saw you like last week…” You had an obvious look on his face, did he miss me or something? You smiled at the thought of Carl missing you.

“What you smiling about?” Carl questioned, your smile immediately dropped.

“Nothing.” You folded your arms across your chest, “now, show me something that I might be interested in.” Last week when you came to Alexandria, you met up with Carl again and you told him that next time you’re here, he should show you all the things he found for you that you could be interested in having.

“Alright, I’ll lead the way. It’s in my bedroom, by the way.” Carl nodded before leading the way, you were both stopped by someones voice.

“Darling, where you going?” Your fathers voice boomed out, you turned around to see your dad standing there with the Saviours carrying supplies back to the trucks.

“I’m going with Carl, he’s offering me things he thinks I might like.” You shouted, loud enough for Negan to hear since he was quite far.

“Alright, be back in 10 minutes!” He shouted back, you nodded and held your thumb up to show that you will be back.

“I’ve got some things that you will definitely like to have, hopefully.” Carl whispered the last part to himself, thinking that you couldn’t hear him, but you did.

Carl opened the door to his house and let you enter, you were shocked. Your face didn’t display it but your mind was thinking otherwise. The furniture, the carpet, the lights, the living room. Everything about it is so homely, exactly like it was before the world went to shit.

“Everything’s in my room, come on.” Carl shut the door behind him and led the way upstairs. He opened the door to his bedroom, there was one poster in his room and a ton of shit on his bed. That’s what he was offering, a ton of comics that you wondered where he found them, video games, books, a paint set…in prestige condition as well. You seriously needed to know where Carl found this stuff.

“I want the comics.” You said before making your way to the comics, picking it up from his bed and flicking through it.

“That’s my second favourite.” Carl pointed out, closing the door behind him and walking to stand beside you.

“Oh, well, then I’m taking it.” You smiled, “it’s so hot in here.” You fanned your face before taking your jacket off and placing it on the chair that was in Carls bedroom.

“Be careful, there’s some weird scenes in that one. That’s why it’s my favourite.” Carl joked, you chuckled slightly.

“So what, like sexual stuff?” You asked, he nodded. “Let’s recreate them.” You joked as well. Carl stayed quiet, not knowing how to react. His mind went to other places…he couldn’t help but think about you and him recreating those scenes… “Carl?” You nudged him, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah?” He breathed out, a very obvious rose pink blush spread across his face. “Do you really want to recreate those?” Carl blushed.

“Do you?” You looked at him, he breathed in before nodding.

“I mean, we only have like 5 minutes left…maybe another time.” You glanced down at your watch.

“No!” Carl startled you, your eyes widening at the sudden burst. “I mean, 5 minutes is enough.”

“Are you sure? What if my dad comes barging in the room and sees us?” You feared.

“He won’t, we can be quick.” You looked at Carl unsure, you felt your panties starting to stick to you. “Unless you totally want to, I’m not forcing you. In fact, let’s just forget about what I said. You wanted the comics, here you can have them.” Carl reassured you, he didn’t want to force you to do anything you didn’t like.

You found it cute how he was talking so fast, almost like he was nervous. The thought of Carl missing you and being nervous about you made you wet.

“Alright, let’s go back outside. I bet your dads waitin-“ You cut Carl off by grabbing his face and smashing his lips against yours. He held his hands over yours, you let go off his lips with a deep breath.

“You said we’ll be quick, right!?” You were already removing your shirt, Carl kissed you again before taking taking his own shirt off revealing his body to you. You gasped, running your hands along his body, feeling his light muscles coming out.

You laid Carl down onto the bed, sitting on his lap. He unclasped your bra from behind for you and took id off. He stared at your boob, mouth agape. “Can I?” He looked up at you, needy.

“Of course.” That’s all you needed to hear before his lips wrapped around your nipples. “Fuck.” You breathed under your breathe, tugging onto Carls hair.

Carl let go with a ‘pop’, you stood back up removing your jeans along with your panties whilst Carl did the same, removing his boxers. You straddled Carl again, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled him in, your lips made its way to his neck.

“Please, please.” Carl begged, you probably only had about 2 minutes left so you had to be quick.

Carl slowly felt your pussy, “Shit.” he was harder then ever now, he needed you wrapped around him so badly. He slowly aligned himself with your seeping hole. He slowly thrusted into you, letting you get used to the feeling.

“Carl.” You moaned, his arms wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer and kissing your neck. You whimpered, feeling Carl sucking on your neck.

“Fuck, next time I see you, I’m gonna take it nice and slow with you. Treat you real nicely.” He groaned, you rolled your hips in sync with Carls thrust.

You felt yourself coming close, “Shit baby, you feel so good.” Carl praised, his praises brought you closer. You bit your lip to suppress your moans.

“Fuck.” You held onto Carl so tightly as you came, Carl kept going to help you through your orgasm. You felt Carl release inside of you.

After you were out of the haze, you began to get redress. You retouched yourself, fixing your hair making sure it looked like it did before, fixing your clothing and soothing your hand over it to fix the creases. “I’m sorry this wasn’t quite the best ever, but I promise you when you come back I will treat you even better.” Carl held your hands within his, kissing each knuckle.

“This was the best carl.” You reassured him, “i’ll see you later.” You giggled, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before you and Carl made your way outside.

“There you are kid, I was getting worried.” Your dad said, folding his arms and a relieved look on his face.

“Sorry.” You giggled, you got into the car with your dad. Before leaving, you waved at Carl smiling so much.

“Did Carl not have anything good?” Negan asked.

“Nope” You popped the ‘p’.

“Why’re you smiling so much? Never seen you smile this much before.”

“No reason.” You looked back outside the window, he didn’t need to know the reason why you were.

a/n: i got lazy at the end :(( i’m sorry about that, i hope you enjoyed nonetheless! this is the longest fic i have ever written, my hands are very tired… also i just realised the title doesn’t really go with the plot but oh well… hope u enjoyed though!!!

thank you anon for the request!!!

(not proofread)

[animefreak2112]

Starfire - Chapter 4 (Bakugou x Reader x Deku)

A/N - AHH, here's where we ACTUALLY get somewhere. Comment if you enjoyed it! Also there are more chapters under my AO3, which has my same username if you're interested:) <3

“Fucking Deku tried to save me.”

You double back, eyes wider than saucers as Katsuki walks in front of you, “What?! Why didn’t you tell me before! Is he okay?” Katuki scowls at your reaction. 

“Tch. The nerd is fine. Already told him that I didn’t need his help — I don’t owe him anything.” Despite his attempt to reassure you, a heavy feeling sinks deep into your chest. Fingers tightening around the straps of your backpack, you purse your lips before addressing the angry blonde beside you, “Katsuki...why do you treat Izu the way you do?”

A sour taste fills his mouth when the endearment leaves your lips — Izu, he thinks  bitterly.

When Katsuki stays silent, you glance at him: hands in his pockets, a scowl on his face. “I wish...I wish you would…” A sigh leaves your mouth, “It really doesn’t matter what I wish Katsuki. You need to figure things out for yourself — not just because I want you to.” You can almost hear the ‘tch’ going through his stubborn mind. Then, you reach the corner of your street — turning left not right. 

“Hey idiot.” The tone in Katsukis’ voice isn’t biting, only tired and surprisingly calm, “Did you hit your head or somethin’? Your house is this way.” His hand jerks, pointing distinctly right. The gesture makes you smile. 

“So you do remember where my house is.” You don’t bother hiding the smug tone in your voice — you couldn’t help but tease him a little. 

“ “Course I fucking do, ya idiot,” Katsuki mutters. You’re about to tease him about his foul mouth when his hand reaches for you, pinky latching onto yours and tugging. “K-Katsuki, what are you doing?”

A wicked, feral grin adornes his face when your hand reaches up, aiming to cover your blushing cheeks. Instead, Katsuki catches your hand, lacing your fingers together with his, “Keeping my promise.”

***

With only a small ‘tch’ falling from his lips, he grabs your pinky with his, curling his finger around your smaller one and saying in a gruff voice, “Promise.”

The memory comes back to you in a vivid flash. Your interlocked pinkies, the blush on Katsukis’ face, the way you leaned up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. It was so long ago and yet he remembers. 

His hand feels different than it did back then. Bigger. Palms that used to be soft were now covered with calluses, made rough from endless hours of training  — you even had some of your own. You smooth your fingers mindlessly over the calluses on Katsukis’ hand, tracing patterns into his skin — unbeknownst to the blondes’ furiously beating heart. 

***

Why did your hands have to be so damn perfect? 

They weren’t that perfect, far from it actually. Katsuki could feel the flaws on your skin. There was one in particular that he recognized; a long scar on the palm of your hand. He remembers the day that you got it, and how you made him kiss it better afterwards — he’s trying not to think about your lips when he feels it. Almost jumping out of his skin when your fingers smooth over his calluses, he attempts to repress a shiver at your touch. 

Katsuki knew that he had rough hands — especially with his training. But, with his sweat glands being the heart of his quirk, his hands were hypersensitive to touch. And seeing as it was your touch wasn’t helping the situation. 

He lets out a satisfied huff when your house comes into view, hoping to escape from your stroking fingers that feel really fucking nice against his skin. But even when he tugs at your interlocked hands, you don't let go. In fact, you're dragging him past the gate and to your front porch, making him growl at you, "What the fuck Y/N — you know that the old hag will have my head if I'm not home soon." 

He hears you mumble something about his swearing problem before sassing right back at him, "I'm not letting you go home all beat up Katsuki. So just shut up and do what you're told. Give me your phone." 

"Fuck no." His voice comes out as a teasing growl, because he knows what's coming.

You rip your hands from his before slamming them on your hips, nose scrunching up just the way he likes it and Katsuki positively grins — until you start rummaging through his pockets.

"What the — get the hell off me woman!" God, he had forgotten how much of a sass you were. Before he can react, you quickly pull the cell phone from his front pocket, dialing his mother immediately. 

"KATSUKI! I just saw the news. Where the hell are you?!" Katsuki snorts at your calm expression, clearly unfazed by his mother's yelling. At this point, he was just glad that the old hag wasn't yelling at him.

"Mitsuki? This is Y/N L/N. You remember me right?" Katsuki growls when his mother responds in a delighted voice. Now she’s being nice? 

"Of course, I haven't seen you in years sweetheart. You need to come and visit me! D'you have any idea where my idiot son is?"

"You hag!" You dodge Katsuki as he grabs for the phone, skipping around the gate while he backs away with a huff. "Yep, Katsuki is with me. He's pretty beat up though. Would it be alright if I fixed him up and sent him home a little later?"

"I'm not a fucking kid for you to send home Y/N—" 

"Of course! Just don't let that demon give you too much trouble — you're far too sweet to take Katsukis' shit." You laugh at Mitsuki's bluntness, taking in Bakugou as he slips off his uniform jacket, "Will do Mitsuki, I’ll come visit soon.”

As soon as you hang up the phone, you glance back at Katsuki to see him rolling up the sleeves of his uniform, revealing the chorded muscles of his forearms. The sight makes you swallow hard. Since when did he have those?

Your eyes flit over his frame, scanning the strong line of his jaw, ghosting down his tall body — had he always been this tall? Even after your growth throughout middle school, the boy still had at least seven inches on you. 

His shoulders were broad now, and they looked even more so after his blazer was off. How had you not noticed them? Or the bulging muscles that now lined his biceps? He was sixteen — the same age as you, but you were damn sure that sixteen year olds weren’t supposed to look like this. Who gave him the right to be this attractive? 

Noticing your eyes on his arms, Katsuki steps forward with a glint in his red gaze, licking his lip with a feral grin, “Whatcha lookin’ at Y/N?” Your eyes snap to his and then down, following the flick of his wicked tongue.

You swallow again. Hard.

But then, you see the knowing smirk on his face. Puffing out your cheeks with stubborn intent, you grab his hand again, this time to drag him into the house.

“Shut it Katsuki."

His smirk only grows wider. 

***

By some miracle, you had managed to make the explosive blond settle into a chair that you had pulled in from the kitchen. You were wedged in between his legs, back facing the bathroom counter as you fussed over his injuries. You can feel his chest expand sharply against your stomach as you dab over a particularly deep cut, and it makes you whisper a quiet ‘sorry’ under your breath. 

Katsuki only grunts in acknowledgement before moving his hands, allowing them to grip the backs of your thighs — close. He’s really close. 

You have to force yourself to breathe because his fingers are smoldering against the bare skin of your thighs and his large body is consuming yours. Even sitting down, his presence is dominating. Powerful. 

Like a cat waiting to pounce. 

You’re cleaning a shallow cut near his cheekbone when you notice a scar. It’s short but thick, resting just above his eyebrow. Your thumb brushes over it subconsciously and your brows furrow — you don’t remember this one. 

“Where did you get this one ‘Suki?”

Katsuki feels your touch like a brand against his skin and he wishes you would stop. He wishes that you would stop touching him this way, that you would stop making him feel the weird something that appears in his gut when you’re around. 

But he can’t pull away. Not when you’re looking at him like that. Or when your curvy body is right up against him — between his legs. And when he hears you say his nickname, the words fall from his mouth without hesitation, “Couple of years ago,” his voice seems hoarse and rough, even to his own ears. “Rock Climbing.”

His heart begins to beat wildly against the walls of his ribcage when your body shifts between his legs — you were leaning down. Katsukis’ crimson eyes widen as your lips press against his brow, right over his scar.

It seemed silly really. His body was covered in fresh cuts and bruises, yet you chose to kiss him there — a wound that had happened years ago. But then, you start whispering against the skin of his brow, and it makes sense. 

“I wasn’t there to kiss it better — like you were for mine.”

He knows that you’re referring to the scar on your palm. The one that he had pressed his lips against to stop your tears — you’d been seven and a half back then. Katsuki snorts at the thought, slapping playfully at the side of your thigh, “At least I wasn’t a wuss like you. I didn’t even cry when I got this. Guess you’re just not top hero material like me.” 

You blush when his large hand slaps your thigh, “Oh shuddup. I was seven! You know that I could kick your ass now.” You weren’t sure if you could. Your quirk was definitely strong but Katsukis’ combat experience greatly outweighed yours and he knew it. 

Katsuki grins at your words, fingers tightening threateningly around your thighs when he rasps, “Anytime baby girl, I’ll fuckin’ wreck you.”

Oh my god. 

Almost immediately, your hands are covering your blushing face — did he mean to say it like that? You peek through your fingers, only to see him staring straight at you with a devilish smirk on his face. Of course he meant to say it that way. 

You slam your fingers shut, blocking your face from view while letting out an embarrassed groan against your hands. Katsuki only cackles evilly at your embarrassment and attempts to pry your fingers away from your eyes, “C’mon Y/N. Don’t make me do it.” 

Make him do what?

You realize just what he means when his fingers hover over your waist. Oh no. He remembers. Just then, Katsuki attacks your waist mercilessly with his fingers, causing you to grab at his hands, “Katsuki please no—” 

Katsuki only grins as you double over in painful laughter, almost enjoying your suffering. “You think I’d forget how damn ticklish you are? Not a fucking chance.” Tears are leaking from the corners of your eyes as you twist and turn away from him, but Katsuki has you locked tight. One of his muscled arms is wrapped tightly around your waist, while the other tickles you without mercy.

“Say I’m the best.” His grin is absolutely feral. Your stomach twists painfully at yet another bout of giggles and you can’t help but wheeze, “Yes, you’re the best Katsuki—”

His fingers continue, “And the strongest?”

“Oh my god Katsuki, yes you are the fucking strongest — please stop.” You collapse almost immediately against his large frame when the fingers stop, leaving a few stray giggles to escape from your heaving chest. When you look at Katsuki, your breath catches — because there’s no smirk there. Or even the feral, triumphant grin that he usually adorns after winning a challenge. 

On his face is a genuine smile and it takes the wisps of breath right from your chest. At this moment, you consider it a good thing that Bakuou Katsuki frowns all the time. Because even more irresistible than his panty-dropping smirk, was the smile he was giving you now. 

And even more so, because you realize that the smile is just for you. 

***

He hasn’t heard you laugh like that in a long time. 

His heart is beating out of his chest again. And he’s sure that he is going to die — because your laugh is the most beautiful sound that he’s ever heard. 

[bekaroth-reads]

Blaidd x reader

[I wrote this and then realized that I don’t know if Blaidd actually has a tail or not. So, for this one we’re going to say he does and you just can’t see it because his cape covers it most of the time, haha]

The group of you were all exhausted, but not unhappy. It was an ordeal to go through the Radhan Festival, but even with that at least most of you were more than happy you got to go through it. Not to mention that there was a general buzz about what that meteor that fell from the sky was, and where it could have landed. Things were just high energy in general. While you were all regathering yourselves in the court yard, you migrated to a familiar wolf. When you walked up closer to him you noticed that he was fussing about something on his snout. “Blaidd?” You questioned when you were right next to him. He was quick to act like there was nothing wrong. “Ah, hello! Gotten all patched up from the battle? You were the star victor after all if that great ruin has a say about anything.” You chuckled a bit at that and retorted, “It was most certainly a group effort. I just managed to land the final blow.” He shrugged and started to go about his business, before you quickly stopped him, “Wait a minute there, wolfy. You haven’t seemed to take care of yourself.” There was a bit of laughs from the people standing around about how someone so much smaller than him was scolding him; all in good fun though. They all had plenty of respect for you and the great wolf, especially after today.

He looked at you and pointed to the new cut next to the existing scar that was there. “This little thing? It’s nothing. Just got nicked by one of those arrows on my approach.” You furrowed your brows. It looked like it was a bit worse than he was letting on. The thing that really concerned you was the fact that it went onto the bottom of his lip, so there was a chance that it cut on the inside of it too. “You need to at lest put something on it. Did it cut the inside of your mouth too?” Your question was practically ignored Blaidd tried to brush it off again. “I’m fine, really.” You weren’t going to have any of that though and insisted, “At least sit down for a minute and let me look at it.” You had known him long enough to know that he wouldn’t take care of himself as much as he needed to. Blaidd was always pushing himself forward to the next thing that he was supposed to do whether that be for Ranni or himself, and this often lead to him keeping things untreated no matter how bad they were. He hesitated and was about to insist he was fine again, when you firmly said, “Blaidd, sit down.”

There wasn’t another thing said from the wolf as he quickly sat himself on the floor so that the two of you were closer to each other’s heights and he was about face to face with you. “Thank you.” You hummed as you looked over the cut more closely. As you thought before it looked like it went all the way to the bottom of his lip. This was enough to make you want to check the inside of it as well. “Can you open your mouth for me, please?” You asked as you turned his snout this way and that to see if there was anything else that might need treating. “Please, I appreciate the concern,” he chuckled as crinkled his nose as your hand brushed against his whiskers, “but, truly, there’s no reason for all this fuss.” Using the hand that you still had on his snoot, you turn him so he was looking you in the eyes, “I said open.” Like with the first command he was quick to oblige, and you were met with an admittedly frightening sight of a pointy maw engulfing your vision. You looked at the area as best as you could with out actually touching the inside of his mouth; you weren’t going to be that invasive; not to mention all those teeth made you nervous for your fingers. After a few seconds he started to close his mouth a bit, but stopped when you said, “Keep it open for me.” When he open his maw a bit wider again, without thinking about it you hummed, “Good boy!”

After looking for a few seconds you decided it was all fine and used your hands to shut his mouth. “Looks like it’s just on the outside. After we put something on it then you should be good to go.” You gave him an apologetic look, realizing how you basically just manhandled him. “Sorry for being pushy.” You offered. Blaidd was about to say something when there was suddenly a big, booming voice laughing, “I wouldn’t worry about that too much, my friend! The ol’ boy didn’t seem to mind all that much.” Alexander speaking up reminded you that there were other people that were in this courtyard, and they most likely saw you fussing over him. “With that tail goin’ like it was ‘bout to fall off, I guess so!” Patches, who had seemingly crawled out of whatever hole he had hid himself in when the festival started, chimed in with his usual impishness. The two of you felt like you were going to die it this moment more than you ever did during the battle.

Patches, who never knew when a good time to drop a joke was, continued on. “Ya, know… I might have a scratch or two that need checked on.” This caused Blaidd to growl and you to snap, “Shut up, Patches!” But, Alexander being Alexander was quick to cut in before things got too heated. That being said he also wasn’t going to go easy on the trickster either. “Now, now, young man.” The giant pot tutted as he started to push Patches away from the two of you, “We all know the only scuffs you got were from taking a tumble as you fled in terror.” And, with that, you and Blaidd were actually alone now. Even so you moved from the more open space that you were standing in to one of the many makeshift shelters around the place. You pulled out some ointment from your bag and got ready to put it on the cut. Right before you did, Blaidd stopped you by gently grabbing your wrist. “Hey, I-“ he did his best to swallow the lump in his throat, “I wanted to thank you.” You smiled, but snickered knowingly. “You’re not going to want to in a second.” You warned as you started to clean the cut with the ointment you had. “You are correct!” Blaidd hissed as his muzzle scrunched up at the feeling. “Damn does that sting!” Even with his protests you knew he wasn’t too upset with you, as there was a periodic thumping on the wooden table he was sitting by from a tail wagging back and forth.

[mushiewrites]

Cereal Killer

Based on this prompt!

Sapnap knows how Dream is when he first wakes up. Apparently Sapnap let’s it slip his mind this morning, however, as he sees no issue in finishing the last of Dream’s cereal. Dream let’s him know not to do it again.

(lee!Sapnap / ler!Dream: 1.4K words)

It was no surprise that the house Dream and Sapnap resided in could get chaotic from time to time - two rowdy men in their twenties who were EXTREMELY competitive only further helped that fact. However, mornings in the house were always peaceful.

This morning was no different. Sapnap was up before Dream, which was a normal occurrence. The brunette had poured himself the last bit of Frosted Flakes, tossing the box into the bin when he walked into the living room to sit on the couch. He flipped through Netflix, looking for something to watch when he heard light footsteps coming down the stairs. He saw a flash of blonde as Dream made his way from the steps to the kitchen, who assumingely was also on a mission to get some breakfast. He had finally settled on a show, hand carrying a spoonful of cereal to his mouth when he heard it:

“SAPNAP!”

Sapnap barely had time to register the yell before the taller blonde boy stomped into view, holding up an empty cereal box. He felt his cheeks heat up slightly as Dream stared daggers into him, making him slowly lean forward to place the bowl back on the table in front of him.

“Dream? What’s up?” Sapnap didn’t need to ask. He knew that he had finished Dream’s cereal. In his half asleep state, he didn’t fully register the destruction this would cause. But now, being hyper-aware of the situation unfolding before him, he realized this was a terrible mistake.

“Sapnap.” Dream growled out, taking a step forward and eyeing the cereal bowl that sat on the table between them. Sapnap could feel the heat from his cheeks moving up to the tips of his ears, feeling nervous and not understanding why. The smaller boy stood up and held his hands up in a guilty manner, taking blame without saying anything.

“Dream I’m so-“

“Sap. Nap. You fucking ate the rest of MY cereal.”

Sapnap felt himself wince as the taller boy took another step forward, his shins resting against the table separating the two boys.

“Dream, I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking!”

The green eyed boy stood for a second in silence, crossing his arms across his chest as he maintained eye contact with the small boy before him. He watched in slight amusement as he leaned back and forth between his feet, not knowing what to do with his hands or where to look.

“You’re sorry. Hmmm.” Sapnap watched the corners of Dream’s smirk flip up when he finally spoke, barely audible but still making a statement. Sapnap knew not to fuck with Dream, especially when he was tired. ESPECIALLY not with his food. His eyes flicked from Dream’s green ones down to the tanner boys hands, watching the fingers twitch against their place against the arms they rested on.

“D-Dream?”

“I feel like maybe you need to prove how sorry you are.” Dream’s smirk grew even wider, if possible, as he held his hands up in front of his face towards Sapnap, wiggling his fingers and leaning forward a bit to bring the space between the two even smaller.

Sapnap’s eyes widened as he realized what was going on. While Dream and Sapnap rarely ACTUALLY got into fights, they certain had their daily spats and arguments. Because of this Dream had discovered a secret about Sapnap pretty early on when they became roommates - Sapnap was very very VERY ticklish. And since finding out, he has exploited it when he’s needed to.

“N-no, cmon Dream n-noHO DON’T!” Sapnap nearly fell back onto the couch when Dream suddenly lunged forward, making a grab for the youngers shirt but missing it by a second as Sapnap darted off to the left to make a break for the steps.

“OHHH SAPNAAAAAAP!~”

“GET AWAHAHAY DREAM!”

The blonde boy followed up the steps behind the smaller, nearly grabbing the smaller boys ankles multiple times but failing when he realized how much faster Sapnap was than him. When he finally reached the top of the steps, he was just in time to see Sapnap make a run for his room. Dream followed closely behind but knew he would never make it through the door before Sapnap closed it behind him. It was then he knew that he had to play dirty.

“YOU CANT HIDE FOREVER, SAPNAP!”

“WAHATCH ME!” And with that, Sapnap was able to spam the door on Dream right before he could push through. Sapnap gave a triumphant cheer as he successfully locked the door, finally able to lean forward and catch his breath. However, he wasn’t expecting to hear a groan from the other side of the door.

“…Dream?”

“Ugh…..”

Sapnap heard the reply but didn’t like the sound of it. He slowly walked to his door, hand lightly on the lock as he was tempted to see what was going on in the hallway.

“Are you okay?”

“Ugh….you slammed the door in my face and my nose hurts.”

Sapnap’s eyes widened as he hesitantly turned the lock, gripping the handle and opening the door to see the taller boy laying on the floor, hands over his face. He crouched down quickly, gripped Dream’s wrists to try and move the hands covering his face away so he could see how bad he was hurt.

“Dream! Shit, dude, I’m so sorry! I just was trying to ge- HEY!”

The brunette yelped as he was pushed, suddenly finding himself with his back on the hallway floor with a very giggly blonde boy straddling his hips. He watched as fingers wiggled above his tummy with a threat to touch down any second.

“W-What the fuck, Dream?!” he looked up into the bright green eyes staring back into his hazel ones, annoyed at the way that Dream’s smile could make him smile, even when he didn’t want to.

“Sorry, Sap. I knew I’d never outrun you, so I had to come up with a plan.”

“The plan was to pretend to be hurt? What kind of bullshIHIHIT D-DREAM PLEASE DOHOHON’T!”

Dream started laughing as soon as Sapnap let out his pleads, letting them fall on deaf ears as he continued to wiggle his fingers all over his sides and tummy, watching the smaller boy fall apart below him. Sapnap was small but he could be strong, nearly knocking Dream off his hips more than one.

“Yeah yeah, it’s bullshit, it’s playing dirty - whatever you wanna call it. But you know what else is playing dirty? Eating. My. Cereal!” Sapnap’s laugh squeaked as Dream emphasized the last three words with squeezes into his ribs at every word.

The smaller boy could barely handle the tickles he was experiencing. Sapnap was incredibly sensitive on his ribs, and Dream knew it. The brown eyed boy was trying his hardest to squirm away, bringing his knees up to hide in them but was unable to due them hitting and resting against Dream’s back. He took this opportunity to reach a hand down, squeezing at the back of Sapnap’s thigh, pleased as the laughter jumped up an octave.

“I-I’M SOHOHORRY, D-DREAM PLEASE I CAN’T BREHEHEATHE!”

Dream carried on for another minute before he slowed down, knowing Sapnap’s limits and not wanting to push things and make the other boy uncomfortable. He slid off of Sapnap’s hips to sit next to him on the floor, giggling a bit to himself as he watched the brunette catch his breath with a few stray giggles falling out unprompted.

When Sapnap finally was able to catch his breath, he sat up and looked at Dream, looking extremely guilty.

“I’m sorry about y-your cereal. I cahan get you more, and whatever else you wahahahant.” Dream could feel his face heat up slightly with the promise of whatever he wants’. Right now though, he wanted food.

“Damn right you’re gonna get me more cereal. And I’ll think about whatever else I can make you get me, too,” Sapnap’s eyes followed as Dream stood up, watching as the tan boy above him reached a hand down as a peace offering. Rolling his eyes, Sapnap accepted it sheepishly, standing up on wobbly legs and taking a step towards his room. However, a long arm stopped him in his tracks, making him raise an eyebrow up at the blonde boy now blocking his doorway.

“Right now though, you’re gonna make me breakfast.”

[nuclearanomaly]

20 - Anon

wc. 2029 | End Endwalker | Light 6.0 Spoilers 

Technically a follow up to a fill of Anon that I was gifted by my friend @pocket-cat​ Thanks for the inspiration, enjoy some fluff.

“Retiring from the party already?” Ojika offered as a way of greeting as Ninira entered the Baldesion Annex. 

She gave him a sheepish smile. The party in question, hosted at the Last Stand, had been a celebration of many things: the prevention of the Final Days, the success of the Scions in stopping the aforementioned end of days, and of course the fact that she was actually well enough to finally attend such a celebration. It had been her first proper outing since her recovery and had been attended by a wide variety of people. Of course the Scions, but also Sharlayan citizens, Hannish refugees, various members of the various alliances who had yet to leave after delivering their contribution of adamantite and even a few of the Ironworks employees had all shown their faces. Over time the groups had dwindled and become smaller and more isolated, but Ninira suspected a few of them would continue to celebrate much further into the night still.

 “It was winding down even before I left,” she explained. “And I think some would argue that I shouldn’t be up late as it is.” 

He smiled. “Of course. Well fret not, I’ve made sure your quarters were kept in good condition while you were recovering in the Leveilleur Estate but should you find aught amiss do not hesitate to let me know.” 

She nodded her thanks

“And should any of the rowdier members of the Scions return looking for you I will make sure you are undisturbed.”

It was easy to imagine the twins appearing at her door before this night was truly over—with talk of midnight snacks and G’raha in tow. She grimaced, she loved them but she had definitely had her fill of them for the night.. “Thank you, Ojika” 

He smiled. “It’s nothing. Enjoy your rest, Ninira.” 

Navigating the Annex’s halls she made her way to the quarters that had been designated as her own and pushed open the door. It was dark but she was familiar enough with the room to navigate to the lamp nearby and light it. As Ojika had said little had changed in the room, though Ninira didn’t really feel like she had had enough time to truly carve out a space and make it feel like her own. The most reassuring sight was her hat, sitting atop the room’s main table where she had left it before her departure upon the Ragnarok. 

Laying her book—carried from the party, tucked under one arm—upon the table, she skimmed her fingers over the brim of her hat affectionately before making her way towards the back of the room and its large window. It was of course latched shut, but she opened it and swung the double paned glass doors wide letting in the cold night air. She shivered. If Estinien was planning on making an appearance, as he said he would, she hoped he did it quickly. Not only was it cold but she did feel a little foolish waiting for him to appear at her window like some dreamy passage from a novel she had most definitely read more than once. 

A knock at her door had her leaping out of her skin. She turned eyeing the door, then the window, now willing Estinien to not appear as she made her way for the door. Ojika had promised to have her left undisturbed by the scions, but perhaps he himself was stopping by to check to make sure she had found everything alright within her quarters. 

Doing her best to calm herself beforehand, she cracked open the door and peeked out. Where she had expected to find a fellow lalafell she was greeted by a pair of elezen legs. She looked up, surprised. “Estinien?”

He was still dressed in the clothes he had worn to the party, though he had let his hair down. He raised a bemused eyebrow at her. “I told you I would be coming.”

She stepped aside, opening the door wider as she did so to allow him in. “I–I know but just figured–” she gestured to the open window and he chuckled. 

“Is that really how you think I get around? I can use doors, you know.”

“Rarely. You have definitely used that window more than this room's door since we got here.” She paused, “but I suppose it’s not that important. You wanted to meet me here? Is ‘aught amiss or–”

She cut off as he knelt in front of her, a fond smile on his face. “Some time alone with you was all I was hoping for.” He brought a hand to her face, gently cupping her cheek and she leaned into the touch. “After all, it feels like everyone but me has had their time with you tonight.”

Ninira chuckled, relaxing. He wasn’t wrong, she had done more than her fair share of socializing that evening, all while having to shoot Estinien glances and smiles while he lingered near the outskirts. “Jealous?” She teased.

He smiled. “Perhaps.” 

“Well, I think your patience is deserving of a reward.” She stepped closer. Even with him kneeling, and the added height from the heels on her boots she had to go on her tip-toes to kiss him. His hands quickly found her waist, gentle but sturdy, helping her keep her balance while he kissed her in return. 

She tried to push herself up onto her toes more, to stretch up higher and deepen the kiss further but a shock of pain through her body had her settling back on her heels and breaking the kiss, teetering slightly as she did so. She was much better, but she was by no means fully recovered. 

“Nini…” Estinien still held her, though more to steady her than anything else. “You alright?”

“Fine.” She let out a sigh, “just maybe more sore and tired than I thought.”

“You’re still recovering.” He reminded her, “try not to push yourself.”

“I know… I just don’t want to make for a boring host.”

Estinien shook his head slightly. “I’m not here to be hosted.” He lifted a hand, gently trucking some hair behind her ear. “I just want to be with you. And you should be relaxing, so I’m here to relax with you.”

She knew he was sincere, and that he would never expect more from her, especially not if it risked hurting her.

“Now, should we get ready for bed?” 

He rose, making his way to the window to close it while Ninira went to the dresser opening it to find that, yes Ojika had made sure that what clothes she had left here were intact, including her sleep wear. She pulled the bralette and shorts from the drawer before making her way to bed. Now began the arduous task of taking off her party wear. 

The whole ensemble had been a gift from the Thavnarian refugees working under Tataru at her boutique. As instinctive as it had been to deny the gift, she didn’t need gifts for saving the world, she also lacked the heart. Their eagerness and excitement to dress the savior of Thavnair for her celebratory party had left Ninira with little ability to say no. 

The outfit was, in her eyes, okay. Beautiful yes, but perhaps on anyone but her. The dress was, of course, a Thavnarian design, rich colourful fabrics trimmed with patterns sewn in golden thread. A low laced neckline led down to a corseted waist that while not tied as tight as it could have been—out of respect for her injuries—she was starting to feel all the same. Past the corset the skirt flared out in a wide bell, the hem trimmed in the same way as the neck. Under it all she wore thick tights, which she was grateful for considering how cold Sharlayan could get, and then laced, heeled boots with golden details and lace to match her dress. They were pretty and perhaps her favourite part of the whole outfit though it seemed silly to give them so much detail when they were almost entirely hidden by the dresses hem. 

She sat herself on the edge of the bed with the intent to take off her boots when Estinien returned, kneeling in front of her once more. “Let me help.” He said as he lifted her foot into his lap and began undoing the boots laces.

“I could have managed.” 

Despite the protest she knew that she was wrong. Even the thought of having to bend to undo the boots with the dress digging into her made her ache. She appreciated Estinien’s help even more as he guided her off the bed and turned her so he could undo the dress at the back. She struggled enough getting her bad arm out of the sleeve never mind having to reach around to undo the dress itself. 

Free from the dresses clutches she let the garment fall around her ankles with a sigh of relief. Behind her Estinien chuckled. “That bad, was it?”

Ninira shrugged, suddenly sheepish. She didn’t want to slander the dress too hard, after all there was nothing wrong with it and it had been a gift. “It was… becoming uncomfortable.” 

“Hmm, understandable. You did look stunning in it though.”

She was suddenly glad she was turned away from Estinien as she felt her face flush. She snatched up her bralette from off the bed and proceeded to pull it over her head. Wordlessly he helped her with her stiff arm once more but it must have been obvious how flustered his words had left her because his hands lingered at her waist and he pressed a kiss to her now exposed shoulder. “You’re very cute.”

If she had been flushed before she felt like an inferno now. It took every onze of her strength not to bury her face in her hands. 

“Go get ready for bed.” She huffed. 

Estinien laughed, and ruffled her hair.  “Alright.”

Trying not to fumble too much, Ninira stepped out of the dress at her feet, kicking it aside before stripping off her leggings and adding them to the pile. She made quick work of pulling on her shorts and climbing into the bed. Having no desire to linger in the cool room in such little clothes for longer than she had to. 

It wasn’t long until Estinien joined her, having dimmed the room's lamps before slipping under the covers beside her. He rolled onto his side facing her. It bothered Ninira that she couldn’t lay on her side as well, not without being in pain anyway, but she turned her head to look at him. 

“Comfy?” he asked. 

“As much as I can be while I still have to sleep like a plank to avoid hurting myself.”

He smiled and ran a hand through her hair. “It won’t be forever.”

“I hope not… it’s just taking forever.” She squeezed her eyes shut. Their first night together again since the ordeals at the end of the universe and she couldn’t even sleep in his arms.It was frustrating. “I just want to be better again.”

“Give yourself time, you almost died, Ninira. In fact some would argue you did die.”

She opened her eyes once more. In the dim light she could just make out his solemn expression.

“I know… I’m sorry.”

He trailed his hand down from her hair to her cheek, “you’re here. And alive. That’s what matters.”

She brought her hand up to his, holding it as much as possible.

“No matter how long it takes, you will recover… and I’ll be here.”

Her heart felt fit to burst. A very welcome, different, ache to the ones she had been fighting all evening. She turned her head so she could press a kiss to his palm.

“Thank you.” She mumbled the words into his hand, before turning to look at him properly once more. “I love you.”

He smiled, his hand returning to her hair, cupping the back of her head, as he leaned over to press a kiss to her lips.

“I love you too,” he whispered as he pulled back. “Now go to sleep.”

[foolishquarry]

Refill

“Shh. Shhh, I said settle down. You’re alright. You’re fine. Easy.” There was a leather gloved hand on the back of his neck when Max came back to himself, gripped tight over the clammy skin and at odds with the pseudo calming words. Officer Hackett’s tone was too clipped, too irritated, but Max went slack in the hold anyway.

Throat burning and spittle on his lip, sweat and tears dripping down his face to make wet spots on the knees of his sweats, Max shuddered. Had he been shouting? He had a vague recollection of- of waking up. And the instant, unhinged wave of panic when he couldn’t move.

His wrists felt raw beneath the straps holding them to the chair arms.

Limbs and eyelids heavy, Max felt like he could hardly lift his head to look for the peek of reddened skin, but he did. From there his eyes traveled to an itch in his inner elbow, a stiff band-aid bulged over a neat fold of cotton and tugging at the hairs on his arms. An ugly bruise bloomed wide around it, like a new nurse’s botched needlework, and Max turned his head in what felt like slow motion to see a matching band-aid on the other arm. The bruise there was smaller, less dark.

Hackett was asking questions, he kept telling Max to open his eyes wider when they wanted to droop shut. Gloved fingers, gentle enough but firm, turned Max’s face this way and that in a way that made his head spin and put spots in his vision from the ceiling light.

The examination was brief. When the officer stepped away, circling to sit at the desk and pull a yellow pad and pencil from one of the drawers, Max’s lips closed over bared teeth.

“Did… did you…?” His stomach turned as his brain tried to catch up to the anxious beat building again in his pulse. It dawned that he couldn’t fully remember the walk here. Or this chair. They were in the usual office but Hackett had switched out the wooden chair for something sturdier. The armrests on this one were curved metal with foam padding.

Max’s head felt stuffed with cotton and he knew; This was weird. This was even weirder than the already weird shit so far. Did he get drugged? Laura had suggested something like that before, but had he actually been drugged? For real? Why?

Max remembered feeling like shit all morning. Feverish. Agitated. He’d snapped at Laura more than once and hadn’t taken well to being ordered from his cot or the idea of being dragged out for another round of Officer Bullshit. The taser came out- still the worst but not as bad as the first time.

Hackett had done the handcuffs, they had more words over leaving the cell, Laura told them both to calm down, and then out in the hallway… things went fuzzy in the hallway. Starched cotton, pencil shavings, the barest hint of diesel.

Max suddenly recalled exactly what Officer Hackett’s uniform sleeve tasted like, how tough the fabric was, the memory made more vivid by the fact Max could smell the man even across the desk.

Face scrunched, he shook his head. Whatever happened out there, he knew better than to actually scuffle with an armed cop. And even if he had, he definitely wouldn’t attempt to bite one.

“Did y- get off me,” Max rasped when Hackett returned, before the man even reached for him. His fight had gone as quickly as it came but his insides were sick as the officer produced a blue cloth, not unlike the ones you’d find in an auto shop, and scrubbed it over Max’s red face. Cleaning it of sweat and all else, but Max shook his head again, harder, this time to dislodge the unwanted care. It earned a tighter grip as the wipe was folded and pinched over his running nose. “Stop touching me-”

“Blow,” Hackett ordered dryly. Then, “Good boy.”

“What the hell did you do? Did you drug me?”

“Shaddap.” The band-aids came off. One bruise had disappeared and the worse of the two faded drastically. Max blinked at his arm in dazed incomprehension as he was handled from straps to handcuffs to being tugged to his unsteady feet, protests stuck in his throat. The hand on his neck had returned. “Let’s getcha back while there’s still enough sun for that beauty sleep you wanted.”

[iwadori]

you didn’t know why you were invited to miya atsumu’s senior party and you didn’t know why you actually showed up. but you knew you would’ve stayed at home if you knew that going to the party would lead to you being stuck in a closet with atsumu himself playing a trivial game.

“remember when you used to hate me?” atsumu asked, breaking the silence between you both.

“i didn’t used to hate you, i do hate you miya,” you sighed in response, wanting to dismiss the conversation you knew he was trying to start.

“wow y/n even after the ten years i’ve known you, your vicious words never cease to amaze me,” he said in jest.

“shut up,”

“is that all you’ve got to say hmm,” he said with the constant smirk on his face never faltering, “don’t you want to talk to me, we still have around 5 minutes left?”

“this game is stupid,” you scoff “sevin minutes in heaven, really?”

“what? this game’s a classic.”

“yeah for horny middle schoolers”

“oh y/n don’t act like you don’t enjoy being stuck here with me,” he said pointedly.

“you’re so conceited,” you say with an eye roll.

“Is that why you hate me? because I'm conceited?” he asked and you looked up to see him moving closer to you, “or do you hate me because you hate the fact that you’ve liked me since middle school?”

“what?” you say confused by his sudden subject change.

“i’m being serious here, i see the way you’re always staring at me in class, how you've always been staring at me, and i could just tell you like me y/n,” he said smugly, “there’s no need to deny it.”

“huh, i hate you” you retorted, not giving into his teasing.

“do you?”

“of course i do,” you say “you’re cocky, loud, inconsiderate and an asshole so of course i hate you.”

“prove it,” he said and now you were face to face with the small closet you were in feeling smaller and smaller the closer he got.

“what?” you responded, confused on what he was suggesting.

“kiss me,”

“huh stop playing around miya,” you say trying to shove him away, but he clutches onto your wrist and you freeze staring up at him.

“i’m not playing around here this time,” he says “you say you hate me so much, which i refuse to believe and if you do hate me as you say you do you’ll be able to kiss me with ease and walk out of here with no problem but if i’m right and you kiss me then…”

“i’m not doing that,”

“why not? is it because I'm right?”

“no you idiot,” you say, trying to retreat backwards, “there’s just no point playing such a trivial game.”

“but we’re already in one,” he shrugs “and we’ve got like 3 minutes left so you might as well kiss me just to prove me wrong right? unless you don’t hate me, which is what i think and as you know i’m always rig-”

atsumu’s teasing was cut off by your lips forcefully pushing against his, he responded quickly, his hands grasping at your face with your arms wrapping around his waist. you wanted the kiss to end fast, not wanting to prove atsumu right but he was right you have been masking your love for hatred but this simple kiss made you forget all of the hate you were pretending to have.

you pull away after a few seconds and atsumu smirks at you immediately causing a frown to appear on your face, “so was i right or not?”

“you were wrong, miya,” you say lying, not wanting to lose this game you were playing.

“If i was wrong, why are your hands still wrapped around my waist?” he asked and his grin stretched wider.

“Just.. shut up miya,” you say annoyed and your lips end up back on him and he happily eases into it feeling victorious in getting the person he’s liked for 10 years to finally admit they like him too.

“you’re times up by the way-” came from suna who swings the door open, making you shove atsumu a way as you sheepishly smile, “oh my god guys atsumu and y/n are fucking!”

suna’s loud declaration makes you feel embarrassed, but that's forgotten when atsumu closes back the door, pulling you back into his hold, making you genuinely smile into the kiss he gives you.

[horrorxweasley]

Shibari

George Weasley x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Swearing!, Shibari,Bondage, Dom George, Sub Reader, Oral (Female receiving), Degradation, Praise

Word Count: 2.1K

Prompt(s) used: none

Summary: George has been practicing the art of Shibari and he now believes that he has gotten the hang of it so much that he decides to test out his new found skill on his girlfriend

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Over the last few months George has gotten into a new hobby that he had seen practiced online. He came across it when scrolling through an adult website which he had joined a while ago to find new and exciting things to try out in the bedroom with his girlfriend Y/N.

When he first came across it he thought it was just regular bondage but the more videos he watched of people practicing the art and the more photos he saw of completed works, his interest in it grew, so he finally ended up buying himself some rope and a mannequin to practice with.

For months George spent most of his free time in his home office where he also practiced Shibari. He followed multiple tutorials and flipped through hundreds of step by step books. In a surprisingly short space of time George went from a simple arm tie to perfecting the tortoise shell, an intricate pose where the ropes make patterns all over the torso, wrapping round the breast area and making them more prominent, tying the arms behind the back and harnessing through the female’s heat. The look was absolutely gorgeous looking, his imagination always went wild, picturing Y/N in that particular Shibari pose, the very thought in fact made his trousers tight.

After many hours, weeks and months of practicing George finally felt as though he was ready to share this hobby with his girlfriend and hopefully test it out on an actual human instead of a mannequin.One night when they both had a day off of work, Y/N and George were sat cuddled up on the couch watching their favourite TV show until George began to get that itching swell in his trousers as he thinks to himself what is just beyond his office door.

“Hey Darling?” George spoke, shifting slightly to ease the tent that has built in his trousers.

“Yeah?” Y/N replied her eyes not moving from the TV

George leaned in closer so his lips were brushing the side of her neck just under her ear before whispering lowly.

“I have something to show you”

This grabbed Y/N’s attention as she recognized that tone of voice, George was clearly not wanting to watch whatever was on the TV anymore, and she wasn’t complaining. George stood up from his position on the couch, stretching his hand out to Y/N to take, pulling her up and leading her out of the living room. Y/N instantly recognised that George was leading her to his office, confused she asked: “Georgie, why are you taking me to your office?”. She had thought he was ‘in the mood’ so why would he be leading her to his home place of work.

“You’ll see the princess just trust me” he smiled, turning the door handle down, opening the door. He allowed Y/N to walk in first, looking round the room confused, until her eyes landed on the mannequin and rope. The way the mannequin was dressed up in the tortoise shell shibari art took the words from Y/N’s mouth from it’s beauty and also caused a wet patch to form in her pants from knowing that George was wanting to do that to her.

Y/N turned swiftly round to look George in the eyes, her’s wide and doe like, he could feel his trousers tightening slightly at the look of her. His face has a knowing smirk on it and a mischievous gleam in his eyes confirming his intentions for the night ahead.

“What do you think princess?” he smirked

“I-” Y/N was lost for words, her gaze drifting back to the mannequin with the beautiful rope laced round it.

George moved to wrap his hands round her waist, resting his head on her shoulder before whispering in her ear.

“How bout I try my hobby out on a real model” his words laced with a smirk on his lips.

George swiftly took hold of Y/N’s hand and grabbed some of his nicest rope and led her out the home office and down the hallway to their shared bedroom. Their bedroom was partially decorated with the adult toys which they already used the majority of the time in the many nights they shared alone. Once inside George closed the door over with a click while Y/N stood in front of the king sized bed waiting for him patiently.

George slowly walked over to her, his pupils blown with lust, he placed the rope down on the bed behind them as his lips found hers in a loving soft kiss which gradually got rougher and needier as they melted into each other's touch. George bit down on Y/N’s bottom lip harshly causing her to gasp allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth battling with hers for dominance.

George pulled back from the kiss, his lips red and swollen slightly covered in their saliva.

“Strip” He growled, letting go of his tight grip around Y/N’s waist.

Y/N began straight away, starting with her t-shirt, pulling it up over her head to reveal her bra, George soaked in the sight as she moved her hands down her body shuffling out of her leggings. She hadn’t planned it but she was wearing George’s favourite two-piece on her.

“Fuck, those bra and panties make you look even more etheral than you do, shame that you’re going to take them off” he purred, kissing her neck and shoulders slightly.

Once he had pulled away Y/N began to strip off her underwear, she unclasped her bra throwing it to the ground, her nipple hardening with the cold air. Next to come off were her panties, sliding them down her legs and kicking them across the room leaving her completely bare in front of George. His eyes darkened as they wandered round her whole body as he paced towards her. His hands found their way to he sides, caressing her soft skin with a groan.

“So beautiful as always darling”

He reached behind her to grab the rope, showing it off in front of her.

“Now the fun begins” He smirked, kissing her lips quickly before getting on his knees. Due to George being a literal giant he wasn’t much smaller than Y/N while on his knees.

George began to weave the rope expertly all over Y/N’s body, wrapping round her waist, over and under her arms. Y/N looked down to George in admiration as he concentrated on his art. The moment that George started the lower half of the ropework, Y/N found herself whining and moaning slightly at the feeling of the rope brushing up against her wet pussy. The friction was something she had never experienced before, but she was definitely enjoying it.

It didn’t take long for George to finish what he was doing, getting up from his knees to admire his girlfriend. Her hands were now tied so she was unable to move them, the rope accentuating her breasts perfectly. The tent in his trousers became tighter and tighter with every second, he reached forward and pulled on the rope slightly causing Y/N to moan as it brushed past her clit.

“Mm you like how the rope feels against your skin darling? Not too tight is it?”

“Love it Georgie, not too tight, promise”

“Look so pretty tied up like this” He cooed kissing and sucking marks on to her neck causing her to moan as he quickly found her sweet spot, her arousal dampening the rope slightly.

“M’gonna eat out that pretty little pussy darling, bend over the bed for me be a good girl”

Y/N quickly complied, desperate for George’s tongue, she laid her top half down on to the bed, her cheek pressing against the mattress, her hands tied behind her back. George made his way over and once again got on his knees, he raised his hand to slap her arse leaving a red handprint on the skin. The sensation caused her to half moan, half scream into the soft material.

George spread her legs wider to allow himself more access and began to place sloppy kisses over her fold causing her to whine out in pleasure. He groaned against her causing the vibrations to shudder throughout her, his tongue began lapping at her folds gathering her juices on his tongue. Y/N’s whines and moans got louder with every lick and sucked against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Every time George ate her out, he made it his mission to do a better job than the last time, he ate her out like it was his last meal. The lewd sounds of Y/N’s moans, George’s groans and the wet lapping sound of George licking up her arousal.

Y/N’s legs shook as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.

“Fu-uck Georgie”

“Y’like that don’t you princess, taste so good”

George’s teeth grazed against her clit before sucking harshly, Y/N screamed out in pleasure, her walls beginning to flutter against nothing as she came. Her legs buckled but George held her tightly in place as he slurped up every last drop of her orgasm, moaning at the taste.

A muffled “Fuck” could be heard from Y/N

“Done so well f’me, taste so fucking good princess, why don’t you make yourself comfortable huh and i untie your hands, but the rest...the rest stays on” George growled as he leaned back from her cunt,he reached up and untied her hands so she could flip round and lie on her back.

George towered over her, unbuttoning his shirt, ripping it off of his torso exposing his pale, freckled chest to Y/N, her eyes roaming across his bare body as he roamed over her tied up one. The tent in his trousers now fully painful and in need of release, he took off his trousers and boxers allowing his erection to spring free, slapping his lower stomach.

The tip was red and covered in pre-cum, Y/N felt herself salivating at the sight, but as she reached up to stroke his cock George’s hand caught hers, shaking his head ”no”.

”ah ah ah, tonight is about you princess”

George crawled on top of her, capturing her lips with his, their eyes fluttering closed as their tongues brushed against each other. George reached down between them and began stroking his cockthroigh her folds, gathering her juices as lube. He pulled away to look Y/N in the eyes as he slowly pushed himself inside her, her face contorting with pleasure as a loud moan fell from her lips.

”F-fuck” George groaned as he fully sheathed himself inside her tight cunt. He moved his hand so that it was wrapped round the rope on her stomach, pulling it slightly causing friction to run up her body as he began to pound into her.

”y’like that don’t you, you like how the rope feels brushing against your slutty cunt as I fuck you” he groaned

”fuck yes Georgie, love it”

George’s pace quickened, his cock hitting Y/N’s g-spot with each thrust, her walls squeezing his dick perfectly causing both of them to moan out in pleasure. Geroge’s hand stayed firmly wrapped around the Shibari rope as the other cradled Y/N’s face, as he looked into her eyes lovingly leaning down to kiss her once more.

Y/N felt her vision become blurry with each thrust as she came closer and closer to her orgasm. George’s pace slowed as he felt her walls squeeze his cock but his thrusts became harder.

“So. fucking. tight.” George growled out with each hard thrust. The sound of their skin slapping together along with both of their moans filled the room.

“Georgie- oh god, m’so close, feels so good” Y/N moaned out

“Yeah? Can feel you squeezing me princess, fuck you feel so good”

George sped up his pace again as they both neared their release. Y/N could feel George’s dick twitch inside her causing her to moan loud.

Soon enough Y/N’s legs were shaking as her orgasm took over her body, and George’s white

ropes of release coated her velvet walls. Both of them moaned loudly in each other's ears as George held Y/N close to his body, by the ropes round her skin.

After they had both calmed down and from their highs and caught their breaths George pulled himself from inside her and laid down on the bed beside her, wrapping his arm around Y/N’s waist.

“Fuck we’re gonna have to do this more often princess”  

“You were amazing Georgie, this was amazing” Y/N smiled

“But no matter how much I love these beautiful ropes, could you take them off me now, I don’t think I can sleep like this” She laughed breathily as George smirked.

“Of course princess”

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[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Closing Time (Johnny Utah x fem!reader)

Summary: You work at a clothing store, you get a last minute customer at closing time and sexy tims happen.

Pairing: Johnny Utah x fem!reader

Author’s Notes: So I’m slowly getting back to writing. I’m not gonna say I’m fully back just yet, but for this week at least, there will be content! Huge thanks to @toomanystoriessolittletime and @meetmeinthematinee​ for being cheerleaders and giving me early feedback on this! 

Wordcount: 3125

Warnings: smut. oral sex (F! receiving); dirty talk; unprotected sex with strangers (don’t do this kids!); sex in inappropriate places.

Most days you quite enjoyed it when there was barely any movement at the store. It gave you the opportunity of just being by yourself, reading a book, or enjoying some music or studying for college, things that you didn’t always have the privacy of doing at your dorm because your roommate seemed to always be around. Even during the summer and what was up with that? Didn’t she have better things to do?

She wasn’t like you, who actually had to work to put yourself through college and took some extra jobs during the summer so you could have some savings for the following term when all you managed to get were part-time jobs that you had fit in between classes and paid shit.

Fortunately, at the shop, you had some peace and time for yourself. It was a tiny, hole-in-the-wall sort of place around Venice Beach where tourists could get some shirts and other knickknacks to take back home and locals surfers could find cheap clothing and supplies for a day out on the beach. Most days, you worked from 9-5 and after your shift, you could head to the beach, spread your towel on the sand and enjoy the gorgeous Californian sunset. However, as the summer winded out and the fall winds blew the scalding hot weather into simmering heat, your boss let you close a little early, especially on Tuesdays, when most tourists had already headed home and the new arrivals hadn’t landed yet so there were barely any customers around.

Your plan today had been to finish your reading for class and start the new crime thriller you picked up at the used books store on your way to work. Except, today you were just too restless to focus. You must have reread the same paragraph of your textbook twenty times before you gave up and set it aside, giving the other book a go, but it was just as unsuccessful at holding your attention.

So instead, you moved around the cramped space, adjusting the decoration items, dusting off shelves, and refolding every single shirt in the display until it was perfectly symmetrical while you willed time to move faster so you could end this day. Maybe it was the heatwave that had made an appearance turning the air in the shop stifling and all you had to help you was an old and slow fan that made more noise than blow air. The A/C was busted and your boss still hadn’t called someone to fix it.

Another possibility was the fact that you had to keep the glass doors opened to help circulate a little air and every time any kind of wind blew or someone walked in, it brought with them the crisp smell of salt and sand that always made you ache for the ocean and fight against the temptation of just abandoning everything and heading for the beach so you could cool off taking a dip in the deliciously cold water. Either way, you kept checking the slow ticking of the clock hands, counting the seconds before you could turn the closed sign.

When the minute hand finally hit twelve, you let out a cheer, jumping off your stool and taking a step towards the door. You always locked the doors first to discourage most last-minute walk-ins while you closed the register, put away the money in the back office safe, and slipped out of the store through the back door, taking any garbage with you to throw in the dumpster outside.

Before you could move from behind the counter, a man stepped into the store and you groaned low in your throat. Of-fucking-course! It was like they stood in wait to come in at the precise moment you were about to head out.

“Hey, you’re still open, right?” He asked, pushing the overgrown dark hair back from his forehead and offering you an unsure smile. You felt the urge to lie and say that no, you were closed and he should come back tomorrow.

“Yeah, sure.” You said instead placing your best and most fake seller’s smile. “Feel free to look around and let me know if you need help.”

“Thanks!” He replied, flashing a wider smile that showed a small dimple, before moving towards the shirts in the display while you made your way to the main entrance, flipped the sign, and locked the door to bar any other walk-ins.

You hung back while the guy browsed the options, taking a moment to assess him. He didn’t look like a tourist, but also not fully like a local. Most Californian guys that you knew had the most horrifying hair cuts or bleach jobs you had ever seen and that was not the case for the man in front of you.

His hair was dark brown, a little shaggy from too much exposure to sun and salt and it flopped a little over his forehead, just above his eyes. He wore a grey cropped t-shirt that had definitely seen better days and struggled to contain his broad shoulders, showing a peek of toned abs. His jeans were ridiculously tight and hung low on his slender hips, the light-wash of the denim accentuating the perfect bubble butt and for the love of God, you needed to get laid. Badly.

“Excuse me,” he called, startling you and you prayed he hadn’t noticed the way you were checking his ass just now. “Do you have this one in black?”

“Yeah, sure.” You moved towards the drawers. “What’s your usual size? Medium or large?”

“I think large should be good,” he replied and when you turned around with the requested shirt, he was just standing there, barechested, his top hanging from his shoulder and you hoped your gasp wasn’t as loud as it sounded in your head.

“Here you go,” you croaked, offering him the shirt. “We do have a fitting room…” you gestured towards the small cubicle to the rear of the store.

“Oh right!” He glanced over as he pulled the shirt on. “Do you mind if I try them out here, though?”

“Not at all,” you forced your voice to sound somewhat normal.

“Awesome!”

Damn! He wasn’t just fucking hot. He was also cute, the wide grin he just flashed giving him a boyish look that was only enhanced by the almond-shaped chocolate-colored eyes. Biting your lip, you watched as he turned side to side in front of the mirror, checking himself out.

“It think is a little too big,” he said, meeting your gaze. “What do you think?”

“Well…” you cleared your throat and moved closer so you could look at him through the mirror. “If you want it more fitted, then yeah, probably a smaller size would be best. Want me to get it?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Once again, by the time you turned back to him, he was shirtless, the garment he had just tried neatly folded and resting on the shelf as he took a look at some other shirts, his attention snapping at you when he noticed you coming closer to hand him the new shirt, giving you a glimpse of a pale, sunken scar running down his abs that stopped just above his belly button and that drew attention to the small trail of fine dark hairs that disappeared under the waist of his jeans and holy shit! He was bare beneath those jeans.

“Bike accident,” he commented as he took the shirt that you offered and you met his eyes in confusion.

“What?” You asked, mouth suddenly dry.

“The scar,” he clarified, putting on the shirt and his lips were tilted into a slight smirk. “That was what you were staring at, right?”

“Right,” you agreed, feeling your face burning. “I’ll just head to the register and give you some privacy.”

I don’t mind,” he shrugged, turning to the mirror. “This is better. What do you think?” He turned towards you, giving you a full view of the cotton fabric covering his muscles, looking almost as if painted on him.

“Sure...” you swallowed hard, trying not to stare. “If you prefer it more fitted...”

“I do,” pulling the shirt off and once again giving you the glorious view of his torso. “I’ll take it.”

You took the shirt to the register and he followed, pausing only to pick up his own, which he had discarded on a nearby hanger. You were expecting him to put it back on, but he just threw it over his shoulder, reaching for his wallet as you registered the sale and tried not to stare.

“Is that the only camera you have around here?” He asked, gesturing to a point above your left and you glanced at the object before nodding, exchanging the money he gave you for the paper bag with his purchase.

“Yeah, why?”

“So basically...” he started, taking a step to the side, closer to the fitting room. “I’m completely out of sight over here?”

“Basically, yeah,” you frowned a little, stepping away from the counter. “Why? Are you planning to rob the place? Because let me tell you, there’s not much worth...” You trailed off with a surprised squeak as he tugged on your hand, pulling you over to the blindspot and nearly pressed against his strong chest.

“Because honestly, I never really gave a fuck about the shirt. I just thought you were beautiful and wanted to ask your number when I walked in, but you looked kind pissed so I got cold feet,” he confessed with a rueful smile.

“So you decided to just get mostly naked in front of me?” You snorted, shaking your head and he shrugged.

“Needed to make sure you might be interested and considering the way you were eyeing me earlier, it looked like you saw something you liked.”

“You’re really sure of yourself, aren’t you?” You arched an eyebrow at him, not ready to concede just yet. Even if the heat of his body and the smell of sea breeze whiffing off his skin were driving you crazy.

“Only when I’m right,” he flashed you a lopsided smirk and just waited, gazing into your eyes, making it clear that the next step was yours.

Part of you screamed that it was crazy to even consider hooking up with a guy that just walked into your store, no matter how hot he was, but it had been a ridiculously long time since you last had sex and he was so fucking hot, the scent of his golden skin intoxicating and his heat was making you dizzy with want as you looked him up and down, noticing the volume pressing against the denim of his pants.

“We might not have cameras, but the windows are see-through, so get your ass to the fitting room while I finish closing up.”

He flashed a victorious smirk and nodded, heading towards the back while you rushed through the steps of securing the store before joining him.

Your heart was pounding with anticipation as you made your way towards the back, pushing away the curtain that blocked the small space of the fitting room and finding him perched on the low stool that you kept there so customers could put down their things, facing the full-length mirror, legs spread, jeans undone, revealing the bush of dark hairs surrounding his long and thick cock.

You nearly whimpered at the sight, your center pulsing in want as you leaned against the doorframe, watching him as he run his left hand up and down his shaft, head tilted back, breathing hard, eyes hooded. He was such a beautiful and debauched sight that you felt the urge to photograph him, capture that sensuality.

“Are you just gonna stand there and watch?” He asked, eyes meeting yours through the reflective surface.

“You seemed to be doing fine on your own,” you teased stepping into the tight space, fingers itching to touch all that glorious skin.

“I did not just spend most of my afternoon at the corner diner, drinking burned coffee just to jerk off in front of you,” he declared, standing up and turning your way.

“Ohhh, so this was premeditated?” You asked, kicking off your sneakers as he reached for you and you stumbled against his chest.

“A little bit, yeah,” he admitted, large hand hot against your hips and you wanted to feel it against your flesh. “You probably don’t remember, but I was here last week and you had to bend over to get something from one of the lower drawers...” he let out a soft groan, hands moving to your ass and squeezing lightly. “Fuck! I don’t think I ever popped a boner so fast in my life. I had to get out.”

You vaguely remembered that. There was so much coming and going in this place, it was hard to keep track of faces, but customers just taking off after asking to see something usually caused an impression. If you weren’t about to get fucked after six months, you would be more pissed.

“So you decided to come back when I was alone and seduce me?” you asked, running your hands over his chest and abs, scratching it slightly and goosebumps rose in his skin as he hissed.

“Yeah,” he spoke in a low voice as his hands move to the button of your jeans. “I’ve been thinking about you all week,” he slid your fly down and your breath caught in your throat. “I thought about bending you over that counter and fucking you until you’re screaming.” His fingers skimmed over your cunt, just a soft touch, but you gasped and arched your hips forward, holding onto his arms to steady yourself. “I thought about it eating your pussy and your ass until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

Those words were whispered right against your ear, before he changed your positions, crowding you against the mirror and pushing your jeans down to your thighs before he once against skimmed his fingers over covered sex, making you ache for him.

“What do you think about that?” He asked, lips brushing your cheek in an almost chaste kiss, completely opposed to the lewdness of his hand exploring your cunt. “Do you want it?”

“If you’re as good with your tongue at eating pussy like you are at talking dirty, then I maybe I do,” you declared, tired of his teasing and you felt his smirk as he gracefully slid to his knees in front of you.

You didn’t manage to get another word out before he shoved your panties down to join your jeans and his lips firmly connected to your clit. He gave it a sharp suck and you groaned, burying your fingers into his hair to keep yourself on your feet as your brain short-circuited and your knees turned to jelly.

He was very good at eating you out, especially because he was very attentive to every sound you made, every tightening of your grip on his hair, and roll of your hips to nudge him into going faster or slower, harder or softer... It wasn’t long before he reached that perfect alternation of fast flickering against your clit and slower and broad strokes of his tongue over your entrance and lips, a combination that drove you crazy.

You were whimpering and moaning, legs quaking with the alternating urge to close them around his face to keep him trapped there pleasuring you forever or spreading them wider so he could have more space to work, but the edges of your jeans were digging into the lower part of your knees, signaling you that that was as far as they could go.

As if reading your thoughts or maybe he just realized he would need more room, he shoved your pants down and helped you to kick them off so you could be completely free of the garment. And didn’t you two looked like a mismatched pair, with you standing there wearing only your top while he knelt in front of you, his jeans still on.

Once your pants were off, he hooked your right thigh over his shoulder, pressing his mouth even harder against your cunt, flickering his tongue over your clit before dipping it in between your lips, gathering the juices soaking your sex like a starved man.

“Fuck! I’m so close...” you hissed, rolling your hips, seeking more because that tight knot deep inside you was about to snap and from the way you ached and shuddered, your muscles tensing, you knew it would be a hard one.

“Yeah?” He mumbled against your core, his breath against your overheated skin making you shiver as he pushed two fingers inside you. “Gonna cum all over my mouth?”

He pistoled his fingers in and out at a fast pace, crooking inwards with every down motion, his tongue matching his rhythm against your clit and it was that made you snap as you bit down on your fist to stop yourself from shouting as your body was flooded with pleasure and all you knew was the unbelievable bliss that surrounded you. Stars bust behind your closed lids, the air came out of your lungs in short gushes as you fought hard not to slide down to the ground because your legs felt like jelly.

“Ok?” he asked, making you finally snap your eyes open to look at him.

He was sitting on his heels, face still glistening with your orgasm, his lips swollen and red from the abuse. His cock was rock hard, red, and leaking and you really wanted to return the favor.

“Way better than ok,” you replied with a gasp. “My turn?” To your surprise, he shook his head and got to his feet.

“Tonight, the only place I’m cumming is in that pussy,” he announced against your ear and shivered with anticipation. “So let’s get out of this fucking store and go to my place?”

“Fuck yes!” you grinned breathlessly at him as you reached for your jeans and he buttoned his over his hard cock and that couldn’t be comfortable.

“I’m Johnny, by the way,” he said. “Johnny Utah. Just in case you want to know what to shout when I fuck your brains out later.”

You rolled your eyes at his cheeky smirk and moved closer to him, once fully clothed, the only evidence of your recent climax was the sweat cooling on your skin and the stupid grin that refused to leave your face.

“I think I like you more when your mouth is busy with something other than talking,” you declared and before Johnny could manage a reply, you silenced him with a kiss, tasting yourself in his tongue.

xxx

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[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Lee Juyeon - Breaking Dawn

Frenemies! Juyeon x fem! reader

Warnings: hate-fucking, degradation, pegging, sex toys, enemies(?) with benefits, sub!Juyeon, mild dubious consent

"Breaking Dawn, more like breaking your back" -Eric Sohn, 2021. Thanks for the inspo, Eric 🤣 I hope you guys like this one, bottom Juyeon has been on my mind for a while 💕

You and Juyeon have been rivals for as long as you can remember, but he somehow always tops you, both in academics and in the bedroom. One day, your offhand comment about you being a better top than him turns into a challenge, and Juyeon and his ego won't back down.

"Fuck you," Juyeon spits harshly, panting into the bed sheets. You smirk at him, thrusting your fingers deeper in his hole, causing him to moan lowly. "No baby, did you forget I'm the one fucking you?" Your tone is saccharine sweet, yet so sinister. Juyeon shivers, unable to hide how much he wants you, despite the venomous words and dark looks he gives you.

You pull your lube-coated fingers out of his ass and he whines, clenching around air, the cold wetness of the residual lube on the edge of his hole arousing him. You laugh and spank his ass, basking in the fact that only you get to see this side of Juyeon. He thrusts his hips back, clearly wanting more, and you debated giving it to him. Spanking him made you feel in control, but if he wanted it, then there was no point. Instead, you huffed and busied yourself with fastening the strapon to your hips, ignoring the squirming boy in front of you.

Getting annoyed, you slap his thigh instead, drawing a high pitched moan from him. "Would you stay still for once?!" You hiss and he turns to glare at you, his large hand inching towards his aching cock. "If you could just hurry up and fuck me, I wouldn't be such a brat." You scoff and roll your eyes. He had always been a brat behind closed doors, and only to you. He was always teasing and edging you, holding your orgasm out until you broke down your pride and begged him for release, which obviously fed his massive ego. Now that the tables have turned, you realise he's going to be just as difficult. The little shit would never back down from a challenge, which led the both of you into this position in the first place.

You smack his hand away from his cock and open up a condom. He looks questioningly at the foil in your hands and you can't resist the urge to piss him off, so you grab him by the chin, and his pretty eyes look up at you with nervous excitement. "Do you not want me to wear a condom? Want me to fuck you raw instead? Bet if this was a real dick you'd want me to cum inside you, fill you up and breed you like the little whore you are, don't you?" You sneer at him, and his breath hitches. You grip his jaw harder so he opens up wider, and you spit into his mouth. Juyeon's eyes roll back into his head at the taste of you, and his whole body shivers at your humiliating words.

He swallows with difficulty and tries to avoid your eyes. He never begs. He always makes you beg for his cock, that's how it's supposed to go. But he needs you now. And you know he does. "P-please," he whispers so faintly that you almost didn't catch it. You pull his jaw to make him look you in the eyes and ask him to repeat himself. "Please... fuck me," he pleads with those pretty, glittering eyes of his. You shrug and decide to oblige, since he asked so nicely for once. You shove him onto his back, spreading his long legs open and slipping the condom onto your strap-on. He's trembling as he watches you, his position making him feel so exposed and vulnerable, his leaking cock standing tall. You kneel between his legs and hitch them up onto your shoulders. You loom over him, and 6 ft tall Juyeon has never felt smaller in his life.

You ease the tip of the dildo into his hole, and he whimpers at the intrusion. You glance up at him, and he gives the subtlest nod, and you continue pressing your length into him. He grips the bedsheets in discomfort, but he soon feels the pleasurable stretch of his walls creeping up on him. You can't deny you're a tad worried, but you refuse to show your concern, so you keep an impassive mask and continue until you've fully bottomed out. You lean over him, your hand on either side of his head, and his eyes are shut tightly, getting used to the dildo inside him for the first time. He looks so pretty like this, you think. Feline eyes, sharp nose, high cheekbones, glossy red lips. You can see why everyone is head over heels for him, but your contempt for his behaviour is what drives you away from him. He's quite cute when he's not pissing you off in private or taking credit for your contributions to the club, and especially not when he's whispering filthy words in your ears in bed. But he knows exactly how to keep you coming back to him; with his hands, his mouth, and his massive dick.

"Move," he whispers hoarsely, his eyes still shut. You tap his cheeks so he looks at you, and you slowly start moving your hips, pulling out a little and pushing back into him gently. "Mmmhh, ahhh, fuck," his little noises are muffled by the arm he's thrown over his mouth, and you pull it away, wanting to hear more. You thrust into him harder and deeper this time, and he's holding the bedsheets in a death grip with the effort of concealing his moans, knuckles turning white. "Come on Juyeon, let me hear your pretty voice. Tell me how good I'm fucking you," you mock him in a singsong voice. "Shut up," he barks, still trying to remain composed. You roll your eyes and pull out almost all the way, leaving your tip inside him, and slam into him fully, and a strangled moan rips from his throat. 1 point for you, you think.

You continue to fuck him at a brutal pace, his hard cock oozing precum and bobbing from the force of your hips snapping into his. His whines turn into broken groans and eventually loud shameless moans and curses. He doesn't dare to look at you anymore, opting to face the ceiling as you pound into him, his large body sliding up the bed with your every thrust. You changed angles, unsatisfied with his reactions and hit that bundle of nerves inside him, and he cums unexpectedly, spurting ropes of creamy cum all over himself. He actually lets out a sob at the feeling of relief that his orgasm brings, but you had no plans on stopping. You pull out and Juyeon winces, only for you to flip him over, your adrenaline lending you some strength to move the much taller and heavier boy. Cumming untouched, that's 2 points for you now.

He yelps as you force him onto his hands and knees, protesting as his legs feel like jelly, but you weren't going to win so easily. You wanted him to admit that he lost. You slip your dildo back into him and fuck him again, his cum sliding off his sweaty body and dribbling pathetically from his still-hard cock onto the bedsheets. He gasps for air and pleads for you to stop, and yet he moves his hips back to meet yours every time. You spank his ass and he mewls, a tiny, pathetic sound from a large, cocky man, and you know he's going to break soon. "I can't.. I can't take much more, I think I'm gonna cum again," he whines into the pillows. "Go on, then. Cum for me. Say my name, Juyeon, tell me how I good I make you feel," you demanded as you reach down to grasp his cock.

He gasps at the oversensitivity, and the cold tone of your voice. You were barely keeping it together at this point, your pussy dripping with slick at how beautifully wrecked Juyeon looked beneath you, and his breathless chants of your name as he climaxes for the second time that night, his cock feebly spurting whatever cum was left in his balls onto your hand. He collapses onto the sheets, no longer having the strength to prop himself up. He tiredly rolls over onto his back and looks up at you, eyes glazed over. You lean over him again, your faces just a few inches apart. "Was I that good, Juyeonie?" You smirked at him. He blushes and tries to turn his face away but you hold him in place, and stick your cum-splattered fingers in his mouth, making him groan at the taste of himself. "Say it, Juyeon."

His glassy eyes shyly look up at you and he mumbles as best as he can around your fingers, "Mmfh, ffank you for f-fucking me so good." You beam at him, and pull your fingers out of his mouth. You get up off the bed, disposing of the condom and taking off your strap-on. You head into the bathroom to get a damp towel to clean him up with, trying to ignore the dull ache between your thighs as you walked. You come back and he's avoiding eye contact, wincing slightly as you wordlessly wiped him down, despite the warmth of the towel. Once you were done, you took a quick shower, deciding you'd just get off by yourself later and got dressed, Juyeon eyeing you tiredly from the bed. You're about to leave when Juyeon suddenly sits up, grimacing at the pain in his lower back. "Wait! Did you cum at all? You were so quiet but you were eating me up with your eyes the whole time," he belatedly realises.

You turn back to face him. "Does it matter?" you deadpan. "The point of this was to prove that I'm a better top than you. Some bottom you are too, couldn't even make me cum. Maybe this will take that over-inflated ego of yours down a notch, hmm?" you sneer, ignoring the crestfallen look on Juyeon's face as you walk out and slam the door shut. You let out a heavy sigh as you leave his apartment, looking out at the sky, the first rays of the morning sun breaking through the clouds. You're immersed in your thoughts as you make your way back to your place, an uncomfortable feeling in your gut to accompany the discomfort in your loins. You've never left his apartment before daybreak, the two of you always waking up on different sides of the bed and you quietly leaving with just enough time to shower and change at home before going for your classes. Even if you saw Juyeon around on campus or debate club meetings, it was all polite smiles and casual conversations, but the animosity really showed in bed. He was good in bed, you just hated how cocky he gets. Now that you flipped the switch, you think maybe you've gone too far.

3 points, you've finally won, but has victory always tasted this bittersweet?

A/N: This might have been a shit ending, but like, I dunno anymore. Sorry bout that 😅

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a/n: hi ! i absolutely ADORE this idea and i hope i'll write it out respectfully :)) i loved episode 5 so much, except for SOME scenes, and i especially enjoyed multiple lokis sitting around and talking, chilling, that's like... my dream place to be. YOU DON'T KNOW THE EFFECT PRESIDENT LOKI HAS ON ME. like it should be studied in labs and schools cos ??????? that feeling when he's on screen was just something else. also ! kid loki holding alligator loki my beloved <3. i'd love to be surrounded by lokis, me and loki actually have the same personality type so they're like... my people. sorry for the rant, hahah ! this one is a bit shorter than my other loki works, sorry about that :/ also it took me like 40 minutes to find decent gifs lmao. happy reading !! <3

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disclaimer: lokis mentioned have he/him pronouns !

Weirded out by what he's seeing, and not entirely sure it's real, Loki can't take his eyes off it, either. The way alligator Loki drinks his boxed wine is just so fascinating to him, yet weird and other-wordly (he knows those well) at the same time. And he's weirded out more by the fact that he doesn't find a variant of him being an alligator strange in any way. He's had a few trying days, as he said himself.

Loki manages to divert his eyes off the creature with horns on its head and looks to the grapes he holds in his hand. He picks small dirt away from the berries and takes a grape into his mouth with ease. The taste reminds him of many things. His childhood, his home, his family... Thor, Frigga, Odin, Sif and the Warriors Three. Asgard. The Gardens, the waters, the Bifrost. Heimdall. Visits to the city, the markets, the celebrations.

Love.

Loki blinks, fooling himself and others by aiming to portray that he's not thinking about anything important. But he is. She was the most important thing to him, and now... Well, maybe during the New York heist, she's still fine, but after Ragnarok... Loki fears too much to think about it.

He wishes he could remember everything with her that followed New York, but all he has of their future is some worn-out tape in the TVA archives. Perhaps even pictures... He wants to live through all they had now, he wishes he could do that most of all. Of course, there's the finding Mobius and helping Sylvie burn down the TVA thing, but upon remembering her, it all falls into the background.

His first love. Not a god, like him, but she was a goddess in his eyes. He smiles now, subtly, at the fond memories of her. He noticed the little moments he had with her in the tape Mobius had, about his whole future. How beautiful she always was, her subtle way of laughing and going about her smiles and giggles, how exceptional and different her clothes always were, how her hair shined in any light...

“Did any of you...” Loki starts to say, and sighs shortly before continuing, thinking he'll probably regret asking it, “did any of you leave a... a lover behind when the TVA arrested you? Prince or princess?” He looks between his variants. Young Loki shoots him a stern look. “Apologies, my liege. You seem too young for that.” Loki bids him a polite smile, but his brain whirs. “How long have you been here, anyway?”

“Don't know. Time doesn't really... exist here.” Young Loki says and throws a salt biscuit into alligator Loki's jaws. “But no lovers in my lifetime, Loki.” He pointedly looks at the older variant of himself, nodding slightly.

“Not yet, at least.” Loki points out and gets scoffs and chuckles from Boastful and Classic Loki. He looks at them with a furrowed brow.

“Oh, you and your grand plan,” Classic Loki shakes his head before taking another sip from his huge cup. Loki only rolls his eyes, but still waits for answers to his question, “well,” Classic Loki downs his drink, “it would be no surprise to you that I had countless partners before I chose isolation. Partners of any kind.” He winks. Loki nods, understanding how much alike he truly is with his variants. “But I feel there is no one truly... truly made for me. Like midgardians would say - 'the one'.“

“In my case, there were many 'the ones',” Boastful Loki says, mocking Classic's use of words. All other Lokis roll their eyes, “I actually feel like every person in the whole universe was made to be with me. I'm just that irresistible.” He smiles pleasantly to himself. Alligator Loki growls again.

“That's another “liar” from him to you, Boast,” Classic Loki nods his head towards Boastful, who only shakes his head and frowns.

“I had my fair share of men and women before I was taken,” Boastful says, “must have been the same for you, Loki.” He looks at him. “Asgard was truly a giving place.”

Loki chuckles, but looks away from his variants. “Oh, it was...” he says quietly, “it was.” His voice grows even more quiet. Young and Classic Loki exchange a look.

“Do tell us, your mischievousness.” Classic Loki urges him. Loki shoots him a nervous look, then he leans back into the sofa and sighs, his eyes strictly focused on his hands.

“I had plenty before I met... one,” he starts to say, “me and her share a past, and, it seems, a future as well. After New York, I am taken to Asgard, imprisoned, but she is there. I fake my death and rule over Asgard as Odin, and she's there. I help Thor destroy our evil sister--”

“Oh, she was a nasty one.” Boastful says, shaking his head. “We used to have a connection, but then she just... I don't even know.” He shrugs. Loki eyes him for a second before continuing.

“We destroyed Asgard, but saved its people, and saved her. We make for Midgard, and she's there with me.” Loki sighs, his eyes gloomy. “And then... Thanos attacks, destroys half, if not all our people, and...” he can't even speak further. His variants share a look, each having quite the correct guess for what could follow after that. Boastful drinks from his cup in an awkward manner. “But I feel like that's another life I lived. Or another me. I don't know, I feel so... disconnected from her, from what we had. Must be the TVA and this... void. And all that's happened, all I've learned about my future.” He sighs again.

“Meeting her again would be a wake-up call, no?” Boastful asks. Loki shrugs, a sad expression on his face.

“Rather a sign that you're real.” Classic Loki says with a wide, true smile. Loki looks to him as if looking at a mentor. “I often felt like the people I loved and the love I had for them, even if it was not reciprocated, were a reminder that I am real, I exist and I can feel all these things.”

Loki considers his words, and then nods along, finding a truth in them.

“After all, love and all other emotions are the human part in all of us.” Classic says. “And it isn't always bad to feel like a regular human being.” Loki can also find truth in those words. Love makes one feel alive, makes you feel like you're on the right path, found the right person, found your purpose. It doesn't always have to be glorious, it can be small, but nonetheless important to you.

“I used to think humans smaller than us, more pathetic and puny, but...” Loki shakes his head, “we, gods, are just the same, really.” He chuckles sadly. “Having quarrels over the stupidest things, being as imperfect as humans... Sometimes I even felt like I was too good, too perfect for something like true love, which is a pathetic emotion that makes you feel all kinds of other feelings, but...” he smiles, “often times I felt like that, she told me everyone was deserving of love, even me.” His smile grows wider.

“She sounds lovely.” Classic Loki tells him with a kind smile.

“She was that, and more.” Loki nods along. Young Loki imitates the sound of a snore and throws a crumpled piece of paper at Loki's shoulder.

“You're making me extremely bored.” He announces and sits straighter in his chair, looking over the mess that is his palace. “Love's boring.” Young Loki throws a juice carton across the room, making a face.

“You are just too young to understand and know it, your majesty.” Boastful says with a wink, and the next juice carton is flying over his head with a snicker from Young Loki. Classic Loki keeps Boastful tight in his seat so an argument wouldn't arise, and Boastful hesitantly restrains, his drink almost spilling over his cup. Loki watches them with a sappy smile on his features, and decides this is a good place to spend eternity at, even without her.

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Summary:  Just some shameless Bucky on a motorbike smut. Probably one of my favourite things I've written. Posting it on my birthday because why not. 

Warnings: SHAMELESS SMUT, Bucky on a motorbike, female reader       

           “Tony has a ridiculous amount of cars, does he realize that?” I grumbled as Natasha parked the Range Rover. She chuckled.

           “Don’t tell him that – He’ll give you a lecture about why each and every one of them is special and important to him.”

           I snorted as we made our way through the underground garage at the compound. We had just returned from gathering intel in the city, and as we passed the rows of Aston Martins, Lamborghinis, Ferraris and other ridiculously pricey vehicles I shook my head. My eyes landed on a sleek, black Honda CBR600RR, though, and I stopped.

           “Now this,” I murmured, “I like.” I looked up at Natasha. “Whose bike is this?”

           “That’s Barnes’,” she replied, but before I could get a closer look, she grabbed my wrist and shook her head. “Oh, no, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. He won’t let anyone touch that bike – Sometimes I think he cares about it even more than he does Steve.”

           I arched a brow. “Is that so?”

           “Yes. Seriously, he’s really weird about that bike –”

           “We’ll see about that,” I said, and then I was heading to the elevator, Natasha following and spouting warnings at me that I ignored. We found Bucky in the kitchen, looking like he’d just come from the gym as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He looked up as we came in.

           “That’s quite the bike you’ve got down there, Barnes,” I said casually. The corners of his lips quirked up, and his eyes sparkled.

           “You like that, huh?” he murmured, and I nodded, letting my eyes drop so I was looking up at him through my eyelashes.

           “I do,” I admitted, and then a slow smirk spread over my face. “I’ve always been a sucker for a sleek motorbike. There’s nothing better than the feel of all that power between your legs.”

           Behind me, I could hear Natasha cough to cover the fact that she’d just choked on the air she’d inhaled. Bucky’s blue eyes darkened, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He cocked his head to the side, grinning.

           “I’ll tell you what, doll,” he murmured, coming forward until his body had not-so-subtly caged me between him and the island. “How about sometime I show you the bike? If you’re lucky, I might even let you take it for a spin.”

           “I’d love that,” I purred. He smirked, winking before he slipped out of the kitchen. Once he was gone, I turned to Natasha with one eyebrow arched smugly. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

           “You are shameless,” she grumbled, but my grin only grew wider.

           So that’s how, a few days later, I ended up in the parking garage with Bucky. He ran his flesh hand fondly over the body of the bike, a grin on his face.

           “She’s a beauty,” I admitted, admiring the shiny black frame. “Can I…?”

           “Go ahead, touch it,” Bucky urged, eyes glittering. I shot him a wry look before running my fingertips delicately over the sleek frame. I circled the bike, examining it, impressed with its pristine shape despite the situations I was sure Bucky’d had it in. I said this aloud, and he grinned. “I take real good care of it,” he admitted. “I’m always buffing out scratches and keeping the paint touched up and polishing it.” His grin was wolfish. “I like to take good care of anything that belongs to me. You treat them well, they treat you well.”

           I felt my lips quirk up as my hand slid across the smooth leather seat. Bucky and I had been playing this game for months now, flirting and feeding the sexual tension between us, but we’d never actually done anything about it. It was driving everyone on the team insane, and I knew for a fact some of them had a pool going on when Bucky and I would actually hook up. That alone was enough to have me holding out as long as I could.

           “How’s it handle?” I asked. Bucky smirked.

           “Extremely well.”

           “Even the curves?”

           “Especially the curves, doll,” he purred, and I felt my stomach do a flip. I looked up to meet his eyes.

           “How’s it sound?” I asked him, and he inclined his head.

           “Start it up and see for yourself.”

           Biting my lip, I flipped the kill switch and turned the key, and then held down the start button. The bike rumbled to life, and I grinned delightedly. I looked over at Bucky, and he gave me a quick nod, lips quirking. I threw my right leg over the bike to straddle it, impressed with how comfortable the seat was.

           “Go ahead and give the throttle a little twist, doll,” he encouraged, and my hands found the handlebars. My right hand twisted the grip towards me just the slightest bit and the engine roared, bike rumbling beneath me and sending vibrations through my body. I hummed appreciatively.

           “How’s that feel?” Bucky murmured.

           “Amazing,” I breathed. “How do I look?”

           Bucky’s eyes raked over me, muscle in his jaw twitching as his arms folded across his broad chest. “Better than should be legal,” he admitted, voice low. “Christ, doll, you look like a teenage boy’s wet dream right now.”

           I smirked. “Does that mean you’ll let me ride the bike?” I asked coyly, and Bucky chuckled.

           “I did promise you could take it for a spin, didn’t I?” he sighed, and I nodded.

           “You did. No take-backs.”

           With a grin, Bucky slid onto the seat behind me, hands on my waist as he leaned in so that his mouth was at my ear. His breath was hot as he spoke. “I’ll let you take it for a quick ride,” he breathed, “but when I say, we switch. There’s somewhere I wanna take you.”

           I wrinkled my nose. “Where?”

           “It’s a surprise.” His teeth nipped playfully at my earlobe, and I shivered. I nodded in agreement, and then kicked up the kickstand and put the bike in gear, slowly releasing the clutch and twisting the throttle. I couldn’t keep the grin from my face as we drove the bike out of the compound and out onto the open road.

           It was exhilarating, the feel of the warm summer New York air whipping around us as we sped down the two-lane road leading away from the compound. I could feel Bucky, warm and solid behind me, his hands firm on my waist. We drove for ten minutes, but then his flesh hand squeezed my side, signalling it was time to switch. Sighing, I reluctantly pulled onto the shoulder of the road and moved so Bucky could mount the bike.

           I stood back for a minute, biting my lip, and Bucky looked up at me with a dark eyebrow cocked.

           “What are you doing?” he asked.

           “Admiring the view,” I replied truthfully. The way his thick thighs hugged the frame of the bike was damn near sinful. Bucky chuckled and shook his head.

           “Get over here,” he said, and I grinned before climbing onto the bike behind him and winding my arms around his waist. “Hold on tight, doll,” he ordered. “I like to go fast.”

           He wasn’t kidding, either; we flew down the road until the trees we passed were just a green blur. He took the curves with a finesse I only wished I had, and I could feel the muscles of his abdomen tighten and contract every time he leaned his body with the bike.

           After about twenty minutes we pulled onto a smaller side road, and then another five minutes had us pulling up to a pristine little lake. Bucky stopped the bike, shutting it off and putting down the kickstand. I slid off the bike and looked around in awe.

           “This place is beautiful,” I breathed. “How did you know it was here?”

           Bucky shrugged. “I found it one day on a drive. I come here sometimes, to get away.”

           I nodded, taking it all in. It was breathtaking, like a little slice of paradise. I could understand why he would come here to get away.

           Things were silent for a few moments, both of us just enjoying the view and the late summer sunshine. I climbed back onto the bike, where the sun had warmed the leather and black frame. Bucky looked up and cocked an eyebrow.

           “You just can’t stay off that thing, can you?” he taunted, and I shrugged.

           “It’s warm from the sun. It’s nice.”

           “You’re like a damn cat,” Bucky chuckled, and I hummed in response. I closed my eyes, hands braced on the seat behind me as I leaned back, head tilted towards the warmth from the sun’s rays. Bucky was uncharacteristically quiet, and I peeked over at him out of the corner of my eye to see that he had his phone raised. My brow furrowed.

           “Did you just take a picture of me?” I asked.

           “Yes,” he answered shamelessly. “The opportunity was too perfect not to. I’d be crazy not to capture my two best girls in front of such a beautiful backdrop.”

           My heart did a flip in my chest, and I sat up straighter. “Best girls?” I asked, and Bucky shrugged. I shook my head. “Last time I checked, Barnes, I wasn’t your girl.”

           “Aren’t you, though?” he murmured, coming to stand next to the bike. “I mean, the rest of the team already pretty much assumes you are.” The fingertips of his flesh hand traced along the subframe of the bike, dangerously close to the inside of my thigh, and I held my breath. “Plus, I wouldn’t have let anyone else ride this thing, and you know it.” He leaned in close, lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Besides,” he whispered, “you know I’d break the jaw of any guy that even looked at you the wrong way, the same way I know you’d tear a strip off any girl that set her sights on me.”

           My breath hitched, and my tongue swept over my lips. “Bucky…” I whispered, and his grin was lazy as his flesh hand trailed down my leg over my jeans.

           “Tell me you’re my girl,” he murmured. “You know it’s true. I wanna hear you say it.”

           I bit my lip. Of course I knew it was true; I’d been his for months, whether the words had been spoken or not. But I was scared to say it, to put an end to this game and make it reality. The flirting and teasing were harmless, but to admit I was his girl felt like an admission that was too dangerous to commit to.

           I thought back to what he’d said earlier. “I like to take good care of anything that belongs to me.” It had been meant as an innuendo, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I really had been his girl this whole time. All the late nights at the gym when we couldn’t sleep, the early breakfasts afterwards, the secret smiles, the way he always gravitated towards me during missions…

           I swallowed hard, lifting my eyes to his. “I’m your girl,” I said softly, and the grin that overtook Bucky’s face was like a kid at Christmas. He cupped my face gently, thumb tugging at my bottom lip.

           “That’s right,” he murmured. “Now, I want you to tell me what you want.”

           “For you to say you’re just as much mine as I am yours,” I said boldly, and Bucky’s eyes sparkled.

           “You know I’m yours, doll,” he chuckled. I smirked.

           “Does that mean the bike is mine, too, by default?”

           Something dark flashed through Bucky’s eyes as a wicked grin slowly lifted his lips. “Not how it works and you know it.” His metal hand reached out to start the bike, flesh hand tucking a loose curl behind my ear. The bike hummed beneath me. “But,” he continued, “I do like how damn good you look on it, and I know you said you liked the feel of all that power between your legs. So I think you’re really gonna like this.”

           Bucky’s vibranium hand twisted the throttle, and the bike roared. I don’t know if it was because Bucky already had me strung out, but the feel of the engine revving underneath me had waves of pleasure jolting through me. I fell forward, hands on the fuel tank to brace myself, as my eyes drifted shut. Bucky twisted the throttle again, this time a little harder, and a whimper fell from my lips as the bike vibrated beneath me.

           “Look at you,” Bucky marvelled, voice hoarse. “How’s it feel, having all that power between your legs, doll?”

           I forced my eyes open and over at him. “Feels pretty damn good,” I admitted, “but I can think of something that would feel a hell of a lot better between my legs.”

           Bucky’s jaw went slack, and then he was shutting off the bike and lifting my right leg to pull it across the seat so both legs hung off the left side of the bike and he could fit between them. Vibranium hand on my thigh, his flesh hand reached around the back of my neck to pull my lips to his.

           The kiss was hungry, all teeth and tongues and noses bumping against each other. My hands clutched at Bucky’s arms, and when his lips left mine to trail down my jaw and nip teasingly at the skin at my pulse point, I trembled.

           “Bucky…” I whined, and he pulled back to look at me with hooded eyes.

           “I got you,” he murmured, and then his hands were deftly unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, tugging them and my lace underwear from my hips and peeling them off my legs. He hooked my right leg over the handlebar of the bike, and then his lips captured mine in another searing kiss, his flesh hand slipping between us to explore my folds. I groaned into the kiss, and I felt Bucky grin against my lips.

           “So wet already, sweetheart,” he breathed. “This what you had in mind when you said you could think of something better?”

           “Not exactly,” I huffed, biting my lip as Bucky’s fingertips pressed against my clit. He smirked, and then he was kneeling in front of me, hands on my thighs to hold me open to him.

           “How about now?” he murmured, before diving in and licking a stripe up my folds, from my entrance to my clit. I cried out, hands flying to his head to tangle in his hair. His lips wrapped around my clit and sucked as the tip of his tongue danced around the bundle of nerves, and already I was so close to falling off the edge, eyes screwed shut and chest heaving.

           “Buck…” I panted, nails scraping against his scalp. He grunted, and I tugged harder at his hair, losing patience. “Barnes.”

           His eyes flicked up, and I lost my breath; his pupils were blown, tongue still delved into my folds as he regarded me from between my thighs. It was the most sinful thing I’d ever seen, and it sent a fresh flood of heat straight to my core.

           “Come here,” I whispered, and in an instant he was up and kissing me. I could taste myself on his tongue as he swiped it across my own tongue, and when my hands started undoing his belt buckle, he growled.

           “Turn around,” he demanded, “and lean against the bike.”

           I did as he said without question, hopping off the leather seat and turning to bend my body over it, wiggling my ass playfully. Bucky delivered a sharp smack to the flesh and I shrieked, another wave of heat flooding my core. I could hear him unzipping his jeans, and then his knee was sliding between my thighs to spread them further. He slapped my ass again, immediately soothing the stinging flesh by massaging it. I could practically feel my arousal dripping down my thighs.

           “Is this what you wanted, doll?” he asked, sliding the tip of his cock through my soaked folds. I moaned, hands clutching the seat below me. “You said you liked powerful things between your legs. Let’s see how you handle this.”

           With one forceful thrust he was sheathed inside me. I gasped as he stretched and filled me in a way I never had been before, and he let out a quiet hiss between gritted teeth as my walls clenched around him. He only gave me a moment to adjust before he was pulling out just to force himself back in. It didn’t take long before he’d set an unforgiving pace, driving into me until the air was filled with the sound of flesh on flesh. The grip he had on my hips was bruising, sure to leave marks, but it only added to the pleasure I was feeling; I knew he’d mark me all over if I let him, claiming me as his for everyone to know. His possessiveness should have bothered me, but it only made me want him more.

           Bucky’s thrusts started getting sloppier and he fell forward, chest pressed to my back as his flesh hand slipped under my shirt to palm at my breasts over my bra. His lips nipped and kissed at the back of my neck, and I felt my release drawing near.

           “Shit…” I whined, and Bucky’s mouth left sloppy kisses over my heated flesh.

           “Let go, doll,” he panted. “I’ve got you, it’s alright.”

           I chased my release, and when it finally came, I cried out, body tensing before going boneless against the bike. Bucky’s hips stuttered and then I could feel him spilling into me with a low groan. He let his weight relax against me for a handful of seconds before he was lifting off me. With a tiny groan I pushed up off the bike, reaching for my clothes to pull them back on. Bucky grinned at me as he buckled his belt.

           “I think I finally found a sound I like better than my bike’s engine,” he teased, and my eyes sparkled.

           “And I think I’ve finally found something I’m gonna like riding more than your bike.”

           With glittering eyes, Bucky caught me around the waist and pulled me to him to kiss me softly. When we broke apart, his thumb traced lightly over my lips.

           “I know we joke around a lot,” he murmured, “but it really would mean a lot to me if you were my girl, (Y/N).”

           “I am your girl, Buck,” I assured him, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. “You know I always have been.”

           Bucky’s smile was warm, and he nudged me back towards the bike. “C’mon, let’s get back.”

           When we got back to the compound, Bucky parked the bike and then we headed to the elevator. I slipped my hand into his, and he looked down, eyes rounded in surprise, before squeezing my fingers gently and smiling.

           We walked into the common room, still hand-in-hand. Steve was the first to notice, and his eyes widened before a slow smirk spread across his face.

           “Alright, everyone, pay up,” he announced, and everyone’s eyes landed on Bucky and I. Nat and Sam shook their heads as they dug into their wallets, and Tony and Clint groaned. Wanda was grinning as she handed Steve a few bills.      

           Bucky’s brow furrowed. “What’s going on?” he demanded.

           “They all had a pool on when you and I would finally hook up,” I replied with a shrug. Bucky’s eyes narrowed.

           “What –”

           I set a hand against his chest to calm him. “Easy, big guy,” I chuckled. “Why don’t you just forget about this, and come upstairs with me? I didn’t get to return the favour from earlier.”

           Bucky’s eyes darkened, and the common room was filled with groans of annoyance.

           “Just because y’all are doing the dirty now, doesn’t mean you have to be public about it,” Sam grumbled. Bucky’s eyes flicked over to him for just a second before returning to me.

           “I apologize to everyone in advance,” he murmured to the room without breaking from my gaze. “Turns out my bike isn’t the only one that gets loud when you turn her on.”

           “Bucky!” I gasped, cheeks hot and eyes rounded in horror. Before anyone could say anything, Bucky was dragging me out of the room and to the elevator, lips grinning against my throat. I pushed him off me, fixing an unconvincing glare on him. “You’re incorrigible,” I huffed.

           “You know you wouldn’t want me any other way.”

           Hard as I tried, I couldn’t maintain the glare. “Oh, fuck it,” I muttered, crashing my lips to his. When I pulled away, I was smirking. “Take me upstairs; I wanna see if the biker holds up as well as his bike.”

           “Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, wicked smirk on his face. “I can go all night and into the morning.”

           I grinned. “Good. Let’s go then, soldier; your girl’s in the mood for a long ride.”

[llamagoddessofficial]

what was it like the first time Mc met Skull in the portal Au?

Is it story snippet time? I think it’s story snippet time.

The vent cover was loose.

You’d noticed, as soon as you’d rounded the corner. It didn’t matter that the facility was dark, quiet, deep in one of its night cycles... in the faint illumination of the safety screens and directional arrows left on, you picked up the silhouette of the cover. You were so familiar with the area of the lab around the room you slept in that you probably would’ve seen it anyway... but what immediately made all your attention snap to it was the fact that the glint of sleek metal in the darkness was, in fact, misaligned.

... Sans wanted everything neat. Sans wanted everything right. Red liked it that way, too, but Sans seemed to have the final say. And it showed- the entire facility was neat, angled, symmetrical and impossibly clean. It was so regimented and unnatural that you felt like an outlier yourself; a strange, curved, imperfect biological creature in a space that seemed to bleed robotic perfection from every corner.

... So... something about this one plating... this one vent cover, at a bad angle, tilted just against the grain...

... You were hyperfocused.

You moved over to it, bare feet cat-silent on the warm white floor, crouching down. You weren’t supposed to be out of your room at night, Sans didn’t like you wandering around when he was unaware, powered down for system maintenance and repairs... your fingers sealed around the loosened ends of the vent cover, and with the gentlest of tugs the whole thing came off, leaving a gaping hole in the wall large enough for you to crawl into. 

...

It was like you had a fog, separating one half of your mind from the other. Every day in this strange lab was confusing- and when you tried to ask yourself normal questions, like “where am I?” or “how did I get here?” or “why do I have no memories before this place?” your brain supplied you with absolutely nothing. And not only that, it couldn’t even supply you with the concern you knew you should be experiencing... the fear, the panic, it wouldn’t come. It was the most paradoxical and horrible sensation... the feeling of knowing something was wrong, of knowing you should be scared, but something in your head just not letting you access it.

... Maybe that was why the sight of the hole in the wall, the gap in the artificially perfect world around you, made your heart skip in excitement instead of fear. Maybe that was why you normally would have stuck to what was safe and not done stupid shit like going into vents...

... But this time, you got on your hands and knees, and crawled right in.

You weren’t crawling for a very long time; after what couldn’t have even been a minute of moving in a straight line through the smooth metallic system, the dark space opened up above you, more than enough for you to stand up to your full height in. Your eyes were wide, childlike in wonder- unlike the rest of the facility, that at least seemed to try and fake an air of safety, this place behind the walls... every surface around you was dirty, stained and rusty, there were tubes and buttons and tangled wires sticking out of the floor and ceiling, the whole place was lit up with an unnerving orange glow that was leaking through slits in the flooring. The air was filled with a nasty tang, metallic and almost blood-like, heavy and claustrophobic...

... It was like you’d crawled into hell. Like you’d gone from the head of the facility to the entrance of the throat. Another world...

...

As your gaze lowered...

... There was something in the room with you.

The hairs on the back of your neck bristled. Near the other end of the room there was a large, metallic box, most likely containing important wiring of some kind. From where you were standing you could judge that it was about your shoulder height... pretty big. 

... But it wasn’t the box that had your attention. It was what it was blocking from your view. A perfectly circular crimson light was peeking out from behind that box... a turret eye, bright and awake and alive, cutting through the murky coloured darkness. And the more you stared, the more you could make out, the more you could see the partially obscured hunched figure attached to the eye that was trained directly on you. 

...

“H-hello?” You whispered.

...

“sh-ouldn_t.. be.here.”

... The voice was like nothing you’d ever heard. Deep, deathly deep, you could feel it in your chest like standing next to a speaker- vibrating in your stomach, the palms of your hands, even tingling along your scalp. It sounded... automated, jittering and autotuned and with inflections no human would use, but so clearly with thoughts and feelings behind it, the unmissable edge of somebody who’s cautious, afraid... a downright uncanny mix of machine and man.

“... Should you?” Your voice sounded so... weak. So biological. Your heart was pounding.

... The eye noticeably changed; the dot in the centre became a fraction wider. It took an odd shape, too... from your distance it... looked like a heart...?

A soft, low “... no_.”

“... Then that makes two of us. Right?”

...

The owner of the eye stood up. 

He stood slowly, too. And as he did, the box he’d been crouched behind just got smaller, and smaller, and smaller... a beast, made of the facility’s leftovers. Large enough to crush you like a beetle. The dim orange light touched his silhouette to reveal thick tubes, misshapen metal plates, wires hanging off him like cut vines... a gaping cavity in his chest where a half-broken plasma motor was faintly humming and glowing. One of his hands looked vaguely humanoid but the other was just a badly affixed pincer claw... the plate on his face had been haphazardly cut away so his one red eye could see, and a skeletal nose shape had been carved into the centre. Everything about him was asymmetric, uneven, mismatched... 

You opened your mouth-

[Bleep!]

...

It floated through the room. A light noise, like a phone notification. You took note of the fact that you couldn’t hear it echoing through the rest of the facility... something that was only heard in the backrooms, perhaps? It was a very gentle little sound, nothing more than a light jingle...

... Except he flinched like a gunshot had gone off, eye blinking out entirely. Immediately, he turned around- you let out a little “H-hey, wait!” and raised your arm but it didn’t stop him. In a few giant steps he’d completely disappeared around a corner, clanging sounds moving so much deeper into the metalworks in such a short amount of time that you found yourself immediately disoriented. How... you were just standing there, how did someone that huge and heavy move so fast?

...

You wanted to pursue. You wanted to chase him deep into the bowels of the lab, down where you weren’t ever supposed to go, where no light would reach... you wanted to so badly you’d already moved a few steps without realising.

... But at the same time, you felt like you’d done enough for one day. Your nose stung from the strange smells in the air, your eyes were straining in the orange darkness... you wanted to go to sleep, back to your relaxation chamber, to rest for now and figure out what the hell you’d just seen.

What the hell you’d just spoken to.

... You turned, and clambered back through the vent. It took no time at all to re-emerge back in the regular facility... back to the whiteness, the cleanliness, the perfect and fake.

...

You had no idea why he’d reacted the way he had to that sound. What did it mean? You trailed your hand along the wall as you walked, making your way through the halls back to your chamber, the floor smooth and faultless under your bare soles. Was it... some kind of warning? An alert system? Was he running toward something, or away fr-

“subject.” 

- You almost jumped out of your fucking skin.

You were never sure where Sans’ voice was coming from. It always seemed to just spontaneously exist all around you, disembodied and impossible to describe, surrounding you on all sides as if emanating from the air in the building itself. No matter how hard you searched you could never seem to find any speakers on the cold, unfriendly white walls or floor... just further adding to the confusion and dream-like quality of this whole place. You clutched your chest, taking a little breath, trying to disguise the wild flinch that you’d just experienced.

“Y-yeah?” You said, smooth as always, and totally completely not-startled.

Sans always heard you, no matter how quietly you spoke- and judging by passing comments he’d made he always seemed to be able to see you and your expression. God, you hoped he couldn’t read the panic in your face.

“the facility is in night cycle.” Calm, emotionless, slightly autotuned, as per usual... but a little softer than the norm. “why are you out of your relaxation chamber?”

You glanced up at the nearest camera, a small black orb close to the ceiling with a gently blinking blue light.

...

“I-I can’t sleep.” Was all you could think of.

...

“... perhaps it will be easier to sleep... if you are reclined in a position, in which you can actually sleep. you should return to your chamber.”

“... I’m just walking around.” You kept moving, hoping he wouldn’t think about where you’d come from. “I mean... N-not all of us have a ‘go to sleep instantly’ button. I’m clearing my head. I’m fine, I'm on my way back anyway.”

...

“you’re stammering. your heart rate is elevated.”

Shit. Shit. No, it’s-

“... did you experience a nightmare?”

...

“O-oh. Yeah. Uhm...” You rubbed the back of your neck, eyes drifting down to the floor. “You know about those?”

“i have access to the combined entirety of human knowledge. yes, i am aware of nightmares.”

“W-well... yeah. Yes. I... had one. I’m walking it off.”

... A pause, on his part. 

...

“... i can turn the lights back on. if... you’d like to walk around.”

“No thank you. It’ll just make me feel more awake.”

“i see. ... well. i need to complete some more system reboots. i will be partially offline again. if... you need me, just call.”

“Okay. Sure. I will.”

[tinawriting]

Lack of attention (F.W)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Requested: Yes/No

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Summary: Y/n finds herself feeling a little insecure because her boyfriend Fred is not giving her attention, so she tries a way to catch his eye.

Warnings: swearing, insecurities?, not proofread, my english

Word count: 1.2k

She was reading a book sitting on an arm chair in the Gryffindor common room waiting for her boyfriend to show up, the morning sun hitting the pages just the right way. She got so got up in the word before her eyes that she felt the whole common room disappeared, only getting out of her dazed state when she heard loud muffled laughter coming from staircase leading to the boy’s dormitories.

She watched as Lee Jordan, George Weasley and her favourite person at Hogwarts, Fred Weasley descended the stairs, closing her book and leaving it on her lap, she straightened herself and waited, but Fred only casted a glance her way and a quick wink and kept walking in direction of the portrait hole. Groaning Internally at not even having a good morning kiss, she picked her book back and continued reading.

At breakfast and through the few classes they shared, she snook little glances at him just to see if he would see her too, but nothing. She would even throw small pieces por parchment with notes on them at his head and the only thing she got was a smirk and that mischievous glint in his eyes that normally would have made her swoon, but today she just wanted to get up from her chair, walk up to him and scream at his face what the hell was wrong with him. He was normally so clingy with her! Walking her to all her classes and he wouldn’t even let her in without a peck of what he called ‘good luck and success in life’.

After her classes, she jogged a little to catch up with Angelina when she saw her talking to a girl in the corridor. She grabbed her by the arm and apologised to the girl before pulling her friend away. “I need to talk to you,” she whispered in the taller girl ear. “Fuck Y/n, I was about to get her to go out with me, is it so important?” She huffed with annoyance, what made Y/n feel guilty for ruining her friend’s opportunity just because she had a problem. “I’m really really sorry Angie, it’s really not that urgent, you can go back and keep-” she didn’t get to finish because Angelina cut her off waving a hand. “Y/n is fine I was just messing with you, we already planed a date,” she said with a winning smile. “Thank Merlin. I’m sorry, I didn’t even think,” Y/n said with a sigh of relief.

Entering the Great Hall and sitting down to eat lunch she started talking. “Alright, it’s Fred, I don’t know what’s happening, I mean, I know our relationship it’s pretty new. But we’ve been dancing around each other for so much time it’s feels like we’ve been dating forever and I don’t know what to do,” she said watching with expecting wide eyes at her friend across the table with an unreadable expression on her face, slowly, a smirk appeared on her face. “I get that, I really do, but are you going to tell me your problem?” She said, still smirking. Realising that she, in fact, hadn’t said the actual problem, felt her cheeks go warm and saw the smirk on Angelina’s go wider. “Alright, so, Fred isn’t giving me any attention compared to every other day we’ve been together, and now that I’m saying this I’m realising how needy I sound,” she finished with her cheeks warmest than ever and her voice a lot smaller.

After she let her head down and looked at her lap, she felt a hand pat hers on the table, when she looked up, the smirk was gone and in its place there was a soft smile. “You do not sound needy, Y/n. You just want to be with your boyfriend, that’s normal. Now,” well the smirk was back, “if you want my opinion, you should give him a little something to get his attention,” she said casting a glance not-so-subtle to where Y/n’s breasts where. “Boys love it,” she finished. “What would you know?” Y/n said matching her smirk. “Well, I love it, that should count.” Both laughed and Y/n felt somehow much better.

The universe must have her back, because the day was unusually warm, so she could put this off without a problem. Looking in her closet she found a pair of jeans, a pretty black tank top and a black bra. Getting out of her uniform she changed in her new outfit and looked at herself in the mirror, she accommodated her breasts on her bra and after she was satisfied with her look she got out of her room, not after being complimented on all of her roommates.

Descending the stair leading her common room and getting out of it. She caught a sight of her boyfriend leaning against a corridor wall, his head thrown back when he laughed probably because of a joke told by either George or Lee. She walked past them not without catching his eye and sending him a wink.

She continued walking not really sure where she was headed, maybe she could just go to the kitchen and grab a snack? Maybe she could...

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a hand grabbing her arm and yanking her inside of a really obscure room, probably a broom closet, she didn’t get to get used to the darkness because when the door closed behind her she felt herself being pressed against her. With her heart pounding wildly, she let the smell that she knew to well wash over her, and she thanked the darkness that surrounded them both when she felt lips against her neck because she was sure her face was as red as the boy kissing her skin.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he said running his hands over her waist and the small of her back. “Yeah? Didn’t seem like it,” she replied and regretted it immediately, she was finally getting what she wanted! Why did she have to ruin it? He lifted his head from her neck and she felt his big hand cradling her face. “George and Lee told me that I couldn’t hold back from being behind you like a lovesick puppy for a whole day and... I told them that I absolutely could, and I absolutely can’t,” he chuckled. “But I’m really sorry if I made you feel bad, princess. And now that I’m saying this out loud it’s sounds way more stupid that when we discussed it this morning.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” she said with a soft smile. Lifting her hand she touched his chest and made her hand go up, grasping a fist of his hair she pulled him down so that his lips would crash against hers. He pulled her so close that their chests were pressed together and Y/n was sure that their hearts were beating at the same rhythm. When he push her more against the door she pulled his hair a little harder, what made him groan. Seeing her opportunity, Y/n deepened the kiss.

“Why don’t we go to my dorm and cuddle, and maybe, you know, snog a little more?” He said after pulling away with what she knew was a smirk and that mischievous glint in his eyes that she now would have liked to see. “Yeah, let’s do that,” she said a little more breathlessly that she would’ve liked. He, instead of making fun of her, grabbed her hand and led her to the Gryffindor common room.

[andypantsx3]

statistically significant | 2 | bakugou/reader

length: 23,490 words | 7 chapters

summary: You’re the scientist who developed a neural net to model the value of assists. Now that your work is feeding into the hero rankings, pro hero Ground Zero has a bone to pick with your results.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, m/f threats of violence, problematic behavior

note: I cannot overemphasize that this interpretation of Bakugou is based on season 1 Bakugou, which means he behaves very questionably at the beginning. Please heed the warnings!

Present day

Miruko’s agency was large, much larger than you had expected.

From the street, it had looked unobtrusive enough, a moderately-sized office building with a modern-looking glass front. You could see into a large reception area on the ground floor, and open workspaces on the next few floors, conjoined desks piled high with paperwork and slightly wilted-looking office plants. If not for Miruko’s name emblazoned over the entry in bold, metallic letters, you could have taken it for just another office building.

Once inside, however, the building became much more than that. After checking in at reception, you were led deep into the building, and gestured into an elevator that took you tens of floors down. When the doors opened, they let out into a cavernous space, stretching under what must have been the entire block. The floor was equipped with a gym, several reinforced training spaces the size of office buildings themselves, and what appeared to be a surveillance room where footage from the training spaces could be replayed.

Your mouth dropped open. Did all hero agencies hide deep underground like this? How many other underground floors were there? How big was Miruko Agency, really?

Your guide had enough tact to ignore your inelegant expression, instead leading you towards a training room. A huge, clear window tens of meters across looked into the space, but you would bet anything that it was made of some material much stronger than glass, which was especially evidenced by what you could see going on beyond the window.

Rubble littered the room, scattered in towering piles that gave the appearance of a post-doomsday cityscape. You didn’t know if the room had been set up this way, or if the rubble was the result of the battle going on within; there were two heroes that you could see darting around the space, both appearing to be causing maximum chaos.

Closest to you, a woman with wild pink curls was emitting a powerful stream of some cement-colored substance that ate away at anything it touched, causing it to smoke and hiss and crumble. She melted a huge hole in a pile of rubble, and a man with a shock of golden-yellow hair leapt away from what had probably been his hiding place, backpedaling wildly.

You perked up when you realized who they were--Ashido Mina, the number twenty-nine hero Pinky, and Kaminari Denki, the number thirty-three hero Chargebolt.

Kaminari threw out a hand, and a crackling wave of lightning struck out at Ashido. The lights flickered out briefly, and even behind the window, you could feel your hair stand on end. You blinked past the powerful flash that had temporarily blinded you, casting about for Ashido who had surely been struck down, only to choke on a laugh when you caught sight of her flashing Kaminari the middle finger, sliding away from a huge chunk of rubble she’d dislodged with her acid to use as a shield.

“They’re idiots,” a voice intoned from your side.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, turning to find Miruko herself standing next to you, powerful arms crossed over her chest. Despite her words, a little fond-looking smile flickered at the edges of her mouth.

You schooled your slack jawed expression into a smile. “I don’t know--their personalities are mostly why they’re so popular, so they must be doing something right. I did a little digging into everyone’s results before I got here, and they stood out among a lot of the rest.”

Miruko’s gaze flicked over you. She was short, maybe even shorter than you, but her keen red eyes and very lethal-looking biceps more than made up for her stature. She was intimidating in person, an air about her that told you she could snap and turn on you at any second. Despite the fact that she had asked you here herself, you felt like she might seize you and bodily throw you out of her agency.

“And that’s why they’re idiots. Their results are buoyed by their personalities,” Miruko sniffed. “They need work.”

You prickled a little, feeling like you should say something in their defense, but the truth of it was, you were here to help them work on things.

Some weeks ago, Miruko had contacted the Public Safety Hero Commission with interest in the ranking model. Your version had been in production for close to a year, and you had recently been making scholarly noises about feedback loops, asking for permission to provide pro heroes with individual results breakdowns. Miruko had caught wind of this and demanded on site assessments for her “team of frigging clowns” as she had so eloquently put it. And so you had been loaned out, with the idea of helping to direct the training for the heroes at Miruko Agency, providing them a real time comparison of their training footage to the generic hero ranking model results.

If this trial run was successful, if you could help any of the heroes measurably jump ranks, then the Commission had committed to providing individualized results for the thousands of heroes employed today. The Commission had also expressed interest in your idea of creating and packaging smaller models that took less technical skill to operate, for heroes to use to direct their own training. They had even seemed receptive to giving you a small team of research scientists and software engineers to build such a product, so you would be looking at a pretty sick promotion, not to mention.

Miruko made her way over to the surveillance room, beckoning you after her, and you watched as she leaned over a desk, pressing down a button with one gloved finger.

A crackling sound echoed overhead and her voice followed. “Alright, brats, recess is over. Anyone not heading out on patrol, meet in the surveillance room now.”

The flickering light from Kaminari’s lightning fizzled out, and the door to the training room opened not long after, Kaminari and Ashido spilling out in a chaotic whirlwind of limbs and petty squabbling. They were the first to arrive at the surveillance room, and Kaminari visibility perked up when he saw you.

“Hey!” he exclaimed, interrupting himself on a gasp when Ashido’s elbow caught him in the ribs. “What the fuck, Mina--! Why are your elbows so sharp? Can you just not--?” He grabbed her elbow. “Stop, look, it’s stats girl! From the Awards!”

You startled a little, shocked that he had remembered you. That had been almost a year ago, and you’d only exchanged a couple quick comments in the stairwell.

Ashido looked up from where she appeared to be attempting to crack one of his ribs, her expression shifting into something altogether too interested. You flushed when a sharp grin broke out over her pretty features.

“Oh my god, you’re stats girl? I have been waiting forever. It’s an absolute honor to meet you.” She held out a palm, waggling her rosy fingers expectantly.

A rising sense of horror grew within you. Did...did Kaminari remember you so clearly because he’d told people about the incident? What exactly had he mentioned to her? Who else had he spread the tale to?

“Um, yeah that’s me,” you managed, trying to tamp down your embarrassment.

Ashido grinned wider, leaning forward. “I was totally convinced Denki and Eijirou made you up, except that Katsuki wouldn’t stop plotting revenge out loud for months. You’re, like, a legend. Do you do autographs?”

You gaped at her, your mind sticking on the phrase Katsuki wouldn’t stop plotting revenge out loud for months. A nervous, hunted energy crept over you. Revenge...for months.

Miruko’s rabbit ears twitched and she turned to you, frowning. “I wasn’t aware you’d already met some of my circus monkeys. Is this going to be a problem?”

You dithered nervously, not actually sure if it would be. You’d known Bakugou worked at her agency, considering you had done a fair amount of pre-work collecting everyone's results. But you’d honestly put off thinking about this. Bakugou had been in quite the rage at the Hero Awards, but that had been almost a year ago. And Ashido had phrased his revenge plans in the past tense… Surely he didn’t still hold as much of a grudge now?

Miruko eyed you suspiciously for a moment, but she was distracted when the scuffle of boots indicated the approach of other heroes, and a pair of burly men with curling satyr horns rounded the corner, one of them leaning forward to speak to her. Ashido sent you a wink when Miruko turned her back, mouthing something that looked suspiciously like later.

In the next few minutes, a small group of heroes assembled, ranging from relatively well-known heroes like Ashido and Kaminari, to a couple of heroes who ranked deep in the hundreds--you only knew some of their faces because Miruko had provided you with a list of her employees for preparatory research purposes. They formed a small crescent around the surveillance area, chattering lowly to themselves and eyeing you with speculative curiosity.

To your eternal relief, her most famously explosive employee was conspicuously absent, and you felt yourself relax when it seemed like everyone had turned up who was going to.

When it seemed like the crowd size was finally large enough to please her, Miruko barked a loud “SHUT UP” at them. The din of low voices instantly died down.

“Alright brats. Over the next few months, Y/N will be working here at the agency with us. She has been invited on behalf of the commission, and will be analyzing your quirks, your methods, and your recent work,” Miruko said. “She has individualized results pulled from the current hero rankings that can inform you how to improve. I expect you to take full advantage of this opportunity.”

She gestured to you, giving you a meaningful look as if she expected you to introduce yourself. You gave a little wave, glancing at the heroes around you.

“Um, hi,” you said. “As Miruko-san said, I can give you a little advice based on your current results breakdown. I also plan to analyze video of your training in the coming weeks, and build parallel models to simulate future results given your performance. We can compare those to the current rankings for an idea of how much work you will have to put into particular skills for you to move up in the ranks.”

A small murmur went through the crowd at the prospect of moving up in the ranks. Some gazes sharpened in interest.

You continued, “This is also a good chance to work on specific growth areas -- I can train smaller models on subsets of videos so you can compare your skills more directly with each other or with other heroes from other agencies. Please let me know if there is anything special any of you would like to focus on.”

Miruko stepped back in front of you. “Y/N is going to set up in the surveillance room for the next few weeks. I’ve already established checkpoints for all of you to meet with her, but I encourage you to meet with her more often if you can.”

There were a couple of nods, and a few interested whispers from somewhere at the back of the crowd. Miruko took a breath like she was going to say more, but then--

“Hard pass,” a voice growled from your left. Your hackles instantly raised, and it took your brain a couple seconds to catch up with your instincts. You whipped around wildly when you realized you knew that voice, and you almost jumped a full foot in the air when you caught sight of those familiar blonde spikes over another hero’s shoulder.

You hadn’t noticed his approach, but Bakugou had clearly returned from a fight only minutes ago. His hair drooped a little with sweat, there was dirt streaking the points of his high cheekbones, and his costume was shredded by a thousand tiny tears, like he’d been thrown through a glass window. And...was that blood on his gauntlets? Was it his?

You were torn between immediate annoyance and something like concern at the sight of him so obviously roughed up.

“The meetings are not optional,” Miruko’s voice took on a hard edge.

“I already know what this fucking nerd has to say,” Bakugou drawled dismissively. “And I don’t give a shit. I don’t need assists if I’m the one busy saving the fucking day.”

Your mood edged cleanly into annoyance. It seemed he hadn’t changed any, then.

Miruko’s face darkened. “It wasn’t a suggestion.”

Bakugou bared his teeth. They gleamed almost blindingly white against the dark dirt on his face. “No.”

A wild look entered Miruko’s eye at the challenge. “Everyone is dismissed. Except Katsuki,” she uttered in a low, dangerous tone.

There was a small pause. The heroes around you looked at her askance, and her features darkened even further. “I said scram. NOW!”

The effect was immediate. It felt like no sooner had you blinked than the hall was suddenly clear. The sight of Kaminari and Ashido wheeling around the corner was all the proof you had that the team hadn’t suddenly vanished from existence.

Bakugou snorted and propped himself lazily against a column, affecting a slouch, one pale eyebrow raised over his insouciant expression. It looked almost too perfectly arrogant, and you wondered if he practiced it in the mirror sometimes.

“I said the meetings are not optional, Katsuki,” Miruko hissed, taking a step closer to him. “You can ignore her suggestions all you want, but you will attend them.”

Close as they were, you could see she was almost a full head shorter than him, but the force of her anger seemed to make her larger somehow--she wasn’t towering over him, but she was certainly terrifying. Towering under, your mind supplied unhelpfully.

Bakugou, for his part, held his ground. His mouth curled disdainfully. “What’s the fucking point? The nerd’s just gonna tell me stupid shit. And I’m not going to listen.”

Your fingers twitched in irritation. Data wasn’t stupid shit -- it was mathmatical fact, almost as divorced from human bias as it was possible to be. How was it humanly possible that he hadn’t learned anything or grown even the littlest bit? How was it possible that he was just as infuriating as he was a year ago?

But fine. He could have things his way if that’s what he wanted.

Miruko’s face twisted in a scowl, and she took a deep breath like she was ready to start yelling. But you got there first.

“He has a point,” you said, giving him a hard look over the top of Miruko’s head. “I would hate to waste my time on someone who’s been stalled in the rankings for a year now. He wouldn’t know how to implement my advice even if I were to give it.”

You paused, letting an uncharacteristic smirk curl your mouth, trying your best to channel his disdainful energy. “Isn’t that right, Number Eight?”

Bakugou’s gaze sharpened over Miruko’s silver hair, twin pinpricks of red narrowing in on you. He abandoned his slouch, his body tensing like a hound that smelled blood. “What did you just say?”

You pushed down the petty satisfaction that rose within you at his reaction. He was so fucking prideful, so easy to bait.

“Hmm, cognitive delays,” you said, pretending to tap your chin thoughtfully. “Very worrying. Further evidence he wouldn’t be able to process the information, though. No, I think it’s best if we don’t meet.”

Bakugou pushed himself off the column, edging around Miruko as his mouth drew into a snarl. You were immediately reminded of the Hero Awards, that same overwhelming prickle of power edging over you as he stalked closer, the same scent like caramel and gunpowder.

Miruko’s eyes flicked between the two of you curiously, an eyebrow raised in interest. You hoped it meant she was interested enough in your data analysis to intervene if Bakugou tried to sauté you like an onion.

“If you melt through this blazer I really will sabotage the hero rankings and dip you all the way to number five hundred,” you threatened, edging away from Bakugou as he drew closer. “And also you owe me money for that dress.”

“I’m not gonna fucking give you shit,” he announced, looming over you when he’d decided he was close enough to intimidate. He was near enough that you could feel the heat of him, but he hadn’t put his hands to you yet. It seemed Miruko was enough of a deterrent to curb his bad behavior. “And I’m not gonna meet with you.”

“Good, then we agree,” you said, tipping your head back to look him in the eye. “You’re not good enough to do better anyways.”

Bakugou growled, the phrase clearly still enough to tick him off a year later. “Fuck you, I’m the best.”

“That’s not what your ranking tells me,” you clicked your tongue, feigning disinterest. With the dirt and scratches all over him he looked wilder than ever and you would be a fool to ignore it, but Miruko’s presence made you bold. And something else, some latent streak of frustration and pettiness told you to keep going, to keep pressing the buttons that were getting this reaction from him.

“Your ranking tells me you haven’t even improved the tiniest bit in an entire year. At this rate, you’ll never even hit the top three, never mind be the best. I don’t think you could improve even if you wanted to,” you said.

Bakugou looked like he wanted nothing more than to tear your head off with his teeth. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

You opened your mouth to reply but there was a sudden motion at the edge of your vision, something pink and blurry and wild. You glanced past Bakugou’s shoulder to find Ashido leaning around the wall, waving a hand frantically and mouthing something at you. You squinted, watching her lips shape themselves carefully: make a bet.

What? Make a bet?

She wanted you to make a bet?

You looked back up at Bakugou, taking in the oppositional expression, the angry curl of his mouth, the straight slope of his nose, and those keen, blood red eyes glaring down at you. This was certainly the face of a man who wouldn’t be told what to do, who couldn’t be told what to do.

But despite your words and your inherent distaste, there was no denying he was actually your best shot, the cleanest pathway to your promotion. Bakugou was smart, driven, and absolutely lethal. If anyone could turn around a rank at top speed it was him.

But he couldn’t be made to do it. He had to want to do it.

Ashido waved in the corner of your vision again, enunciating with exaggerated facial expressions. Make a bet.

Things clicked into place.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t be so sure,” you looked away from Ashido, inspecting your nails casually, like your focus would rather be anywhere than on this conversation. “In fact, I would bet almost anything that you wouldn’t know how to implement my suggestions, even if you tried.”

Bakugou froze, red eyes passing over you curiously. For one heart stopping moment, you thought he was on to you, but he just leaned down instead, putting his face close to yours.

“I’ll fucking take that bet.”

You tried to push down your sudden swell of excitement, fighting to keep your expression neutral. You knew he wouldn’t cooperate if he thought you were happy about this.

“Fine. You have two months to jump a rank,” you said. “Or I win. And you’ll pay me what you owe me for the dress.”

Bakugou smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. This had the effect of emphasizing both the tears in his shirt and the swell of his biceps.You quickly attached your eyes firmly to his face--that was so not what you needed to be focused on right now.

“I’ll do it in one,” he said. “And then I win, you smug fucking nerd.”

You gazed at him steadily. “Agreed. Miruko’s number seven--you think you can beat your own boss with just a month of work? You’ll never.”

“You haven’t heard what I win yet,” he said.

You stared at him, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “You go up in rank. That’s what you win.”

Bakugou’s handsome face shifted into an uneven smirk. “Oh no. This is twice now you’ve opened your little know-it-all mouth and acted like you know what the fuck you’re talking about. When I win, you’ll tell me I’m the best and I was right all along.”

You suppressed an eye roll. If he moved up a rank, the point would very obviously be that you were right all along. Was he really so unreasonably competitive and spiteful that he needed to be told he was right?

Then you remembered he’d quite literally dragged you into a stairwell and implied he'd fry you to a crisp when he found out he was number eight. Of course he was.

Well, a few throwaway words were worth nothing compared to the promotion you’d be getting. He could have his sense of self satisfaction when you were knee deep in software engineers and fat stacks of money.

You took a deep breath, holding out a hand. “Okay. If you win, which is a very big if, then I’ll admit it. Deal?”

Bakugou considered you for a long moment, red eyes watching you closely, before a calloused hand engulfed yours. “Deal," he growled, a crooked grin flickering at the edge of his mouth. "Get ready to eat shit, nerd.”

You suppressed another eye roll, hoping to god this was going to be worth it.

This was going to be the longest month of your life.