#like come on guys really you could do so much better then these wet paper bag losers

[secret-sageent]

the supporting main character in a podcast urge to fall head over heels in love with the most emotionally unavailable character in the whole podcast

[kissitbttr]

dilf!toji giving you a ride back to the party

a small follow up from this !

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there has been times where you fantasize about hot older men with your friends. all of you agree that they are just better at everything.

you remember this one time when you had a crush on the first older guy you had found attractive. he was your dad’s closest friend. you had always loved admiring him from afar, undressing him with your eyes, imagining how he’d look as he fucks you in your bed. sadly, he’s married. which means, you can’t do anything about it.

one of your friends encouraged you to break it up though, steal him away from his wife in which you reply with a disgusting look on your face. because never in a million years you would stoop that low.

no guys ever came close as your dad’s best friend after that. dismissing every single college guys who tried to get into your pants, tossing every written numbers on a paper from them into a trash can. your ex was the only exception though. why? because he was two years older than you. that counts for something, right?

until now.

you sit rather quiet nervously in the passenger’s seat. fingers drumming slightly against your thick thighs, stealing glances every now and then at the handsome stranger who offered you a ride before,

and boy, does he look so hot doing it.

he leans comfortably against the seat with one hand on the wheel while the other perched on his thigh. looking like a perfect dream

dear god, please do not make me wet tonight

“thank you for the food, sir. i love it” you give him a smile, shoving another fry into your mouth. “i’m starving”

toji cranes his neck to look at you, mirroring your smile. “i thought i told you to call me toji?”

“oh yeah! sorry, i forgot!” you let out a nervous giggle, finger toying with the skirt of your dress. discreetly pulling it down further since it keeps riding up,

“i didn’t catch your name though. mind telling me?” he starts, putting his focus back on the road while taking a turn,

“i’m y/n” you respond to the beautiful dark haired man,

“pretty name for a pretty girl” he compliments, grinning widely at you. chuckling after seeing you blush. “still in college?”

you nod. “mhmm!”

“you like it?”

“pft! as if!” you roll your eyes, making him laugh at your comment. “college is insanity. too much work, but the parties help”

“i bet” he replies, head shaking. “is it like a regular thing?”

“kind of. we always do it once a week, or twice…? can’t exactly count. the frats usually the one who held it, so I can’t really tell” you shrug your shoulders, eyes looking over to the window. “what about you, sir-toji?”

he snorts, running his fingers over his hair and you almost let out a soft gasp.“oh I don’t party, sweetheart. i’m too old for that.”

“can’t be that old” you giggle, reaching out to poke his side with a finger. you don’t know where that confidence comes from, could be from alcohol,

toji raises an eyebrow at the sudden touch, but makes no comment. “i’m pushing 40, so definitely old” he smirks at you,

40..?

oh…

a look of surprise is taking over your face. “really?” you see him nod again in confirmation. “you don’t look like you’re that old”

“how old did you think i am?”

“hmm, 27?”

he barks a laugh, and you never heard something so pretty. “now you’re just being polite, sweetheart”

god, he really is making you swoon with all the terms of endearment . you wonder if he’s married or taken,

“are you single?”

he’s taken aback at the question, eyebrow raising. “why, want to take me out on a date?”

giggling, you toss a hair behind your shoulder before shrugging it. shifting your body to completely facing him now. “maybeee”

toji only laughs at your confidence. the small pouty look you’re giving just makes him want to give you a peck on the lips. maybe two.

you’re so damn cute, he’d give you that.

“yes, i am. divorced about two years ago.”

“oh… what happened? if you don’t mind me asking.”

he shrugs like it’s nothing. “didn’t work out. the whole marriage was draining me. but i got a little boy who i love dearly and would tear down the whole fucking sky for”

he’s got a kid?! holyshit,

“how old is he?”

“just turned two last month” he smiles at the thought of his little megumi sleeping soundly back home. “how about you, sweetheart? got marriage written down on your plan?”

“oh of course! it’s definitely on my bucket list!” you sigh dreamily at the thought of you walking down the aisle. “not any time soon though! i like being like this for a moment”

“good. you enjoy that while it lasts.” he advises. “hate to overstep, but what’s the deal with your ex before?”

hearing that makes your smile drop and body slouch. eyes dropping down to your lap. “oh..”

toji senses that bubbly personality of your is wearing off soon as he mentions that, which causes him to panic. “shit, I didn’t mean to make you sad, darling. sorry. you don’t have to explain”

you shake your head, clearing your throat. “no, no! it’s fine it was just—“ you cut yourself with a sad sigh. “he wanted.. to have sex with me at the party but.. i didn’t want to.. because we were drunk! and it wouldn’t be right for us to do it while we’re drunk, right?! so i told him no… over and over and — he didn’t take it well so… he called me a boring bitch and broke it off..”

his eyebrows deepening hearing that, hand around the wheel tighten at the thought of some lowlife punk trying to force himself at a sweet girl like you to have sex,

“you fucking with me?” his tone rising, seeing you shake your head as a no. “my god that’s not— sweetheart, you know that it was not your fault right? was that why you looked so sad? because you thought that you should’ve gave him what he wanted?”

you toy with the hem of your skirt, still looking down before nodding. “…yes.. because maybe then he wouldn’t be mad”

“no.. oh god, no.. don’t you ever, ever think that. what you did was the right thing, baby. you should be proud for standing up to yourself, you know that?”

slowly you look up to him, seeing his genuine eyes looking into yours. “okay..”

but toji doesn’t buy that, instead he shakes his head. “no, i want to hear you say it, come on. say ‘i did the right thing’”

a smile slowly creeps up to your face while your cheeks are heating up. “tojiii” you whine,

he smiles back at you, “come on. say it”

“i—i did the right thing” you repeat slowly,

“good girl” he praises, and that almost makes your body goes slump and your thighs to squeeze together,

when was the last time someone called you that?

throughout the ride, you and toji talk a lot about each other. from a-z. and you can’t help but admit how refreshing it is to finally have someone to talk to like this. it was a non-stop conversation, accompanied by the soft tunes playing in the background—thanks to your choice of music—

you may not notice this but toji is purposely taking the long way just so the conversation stays a bit longer,hoping you don’t realize what he’s doing. it’s not like you would actually complain, you enjoy his company.

despite your age, toji finds you to be the most interesting woman he has ever met. the way you talk freely and articulate words when you speak to him is so attractive. he loves a woman who has her own opinion on everything and you had just shown him that.

you’re smart, witty, have a great sense of humor and not to mention,

really fucking gorgeous.

toji feels like a downright pervert when he tries to sneak a glance at your soft plump thighs every second. imagining how they would look around his head. or the fat of your tits when you bounce on his cock, giving him the perfect view. and your lips,

god, your pink. glossy . lips.

“is this the place?” he pulls up in front of the big frat house where he can see a few kids standing on the porch, typical red solo cups in their hands. his eyes carefully observe the scene before him. “shit, they’re really getting shit faced huh?”

you laugh, looking over where one kid had puked all over the lawn making you grimace. “they’re not all like that everyday”

“hmm sure, sweetheart” he rolls his eyes, but smile anyways. “be careful now, yeah? you got my number saved?”

nodding, you take one good look at him before unbuckling your seatbelt. “yup! thank you for the ride, toji. you’re a real life saver!”

“don’t mention it. keep an eye out on any one who wants to try something with you. especially your ex. let me know if he’s bothering you, i’ll come quickly as i can” he informs,

your heart feels like its about to jump out of your chest, “i will, thanks again and oh! wait— can i … see you again?”

he quirks an eyebrow at that, a cocky smirk stretches upon his pretty lips causing you to glance down at it,

“you want to?” his finger and thumb softly tapping against the wheel

“i do” you reply quickly, biting down on your lower lip as your hand fiddle against the handle of his car door. “this can’t be the last time, right?”

no, of course not he thinks. because he wants to see you too. if not more than you want to see him. might as well take you out on a date, or a stroll. anything. as long as he gets to see that pretty face of yours longer than just an hour.

“you got it, sweetheart. keep a look out for a text from me, then yeah?” his hand then reach our to grab your other one, giving a soft kiss on the knuckles while maintaining an eye contact with you,

you let out a shaky breathe with a small cute smile as he rubs his thumb against your skin. before you can even move your hand to open the door, he does it for you. shooting you another smile of his.

you grab your purse and climb out of the vehicle, waving your hand at him. “good night , toji”

“goodnight, y/n. i’ll see you very soon” he winks before you close the door and see himself drive off,

you stand there for a while with a bright smile on your face that never seems to leave,

you really can’t wait to see him again

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next part, first date?👀

a/n: also, planning to make this into a series <3

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[azznyra]

here’s part2. hope you guys like it as much as you liked part1. (also tysm to everyone for being so kind<3

no tw for this one. just pure fluffy fluff (a bit of angst)

Drunken night routine pt2

You were on your way to hell. No, actually, you were in hell already. You had already woken up feeling like an entire legion of soldiers had trampled over you, and now you had to get ready for training. Yes, it was two hours later than the usual time you all usually started training, but still. They would never let you live it down if you didn’t show up at all. However, you needed some medicine for the headache or you’d die. You surely felt like you were dying already.

You really hoped Nesta was in a worse state. After all, she had been the one to insist on opening a second bottle, and okay maybe the third was actually you, you thought, and what about the fourth ? And well, you lost count.

You rose to a sitting position in your bed, your legs still tangled in the sheets. You ran your fingers through your hair, already expecting to find it dirty because you were supposed to wash it yesterday. The day was barely starting and it was ruined. However, when your fingers wove through the strands, you found nothing dirty. Instead, the nice and familiar smell of your shampoo and favorite hair perfume arose. That didn’t make sense. You’d have never been able to do this, you remembered spending a good fifteen minutes trying to winnow inside the house yesterday, Nesta blowing you ear off about it like some rutted mammal while you told her she better ask Cassian to come fetch her if she kept yelling in your ear.

A few seconds after, everything became very clear to you, as you saw the cup of tea nicely waiting for you on your bedside table. Azriel had helped you and he was still helping you now. You took in the smell of the beverage, more like a disgusting shot, than tea, actually, and your eyes fell upon the paper lying next to it. Neatly tucked behind the cup was a small piece of paper. You picked it up and read the words there, left by the Shadowsinger. You felt like you were devouring them, reading the little note at least ten times before your mind could focus on them. Such a small thing he had done, getting you tea and writing off that you were already late to training as he wrote, and if you were reading this even later, then you were in serious trouble. Such a small note but it had already taken up an enormous space in your heart, right next to where everything he had ever done and said to you was resting.

You decided to be brave and pick up the cup and drink it in one go, then get ready for training. You told yourself you would at least show up, so it looked like you cared a bit about missing the whole thing. You honestly couldn’t care less. Your entire body was raging against you, your thighs and calves were sore, your head was still pounding while your heart was still going crazy over Azriel’s note.

Ten minutes later you were dressed in your own fighting leathers and headed up to training. Everyone was still there, you saw Cassian cleaning his knives before putting them back where they belonged. Nesta was busy stretching, well, more like chatting with Gwyn and Emerie. You could see everyone except Azriel. Where was he? He didn’t have any mission that required him to leave the Court, you were sure of it. You were so attentive to his schedule that you would’ve known. Had something urgent come up and he had to go away suddenly? If so, why didn’t he say in his letter? You were really starting to overthink his absence when you felt something cool curl around the nape of your neck. You leaned into the unfamiliar feeling before turning around and locking eyes with the Spymaster.

‘There you are. How’s your head?’ He was standing in front of you now, looking at you with such soft, soft eyes. His hair was slightly wet, Cass had more than likely poured his water on him. His shirt was also wet, clinging to his chest and abs, leaving little to the imagination. Not that you need much to imagine everything you’d like to do with Azriel.

‘Better now, thanks to you. You really didn’t have to bring me tea, you know. I could’ve gotten downstairs to fetch some. Or ask the House if I felt like I couldn’t get up’. Your face was burning up. You felt so vulnerable in front of him.

‘It’s fine, y/n. I wanted to check if you were alright.". So much concern was laced in his voice. You must’ve hit your head last night. There was no way this was all real. Why was he so caring? He added, ‘I’m glad you showed up before the end actually. We might still manage to get something out of you today’. And there it was, the cunning gleam in his beautiful hazel eyes, back to teasing you, just like he had done yesterday night before leaving you to sleep. He wouldn’t go easy on you, he had said. Like hell he wouldn’t. You’d make sure to puke all over his shoes if he pushed you too far. You were done being at his mercy at training. You vividly remembered Nesta’s pep talk yesterday about standing your ground at training and talking back to Azriel ‘I bet he’d like that’ she’d said.

‘Don’t push me Az.’ You said, trying to sound as threatening as he could, failing miserably. He smiled, and his eyes crinkled. It was a sight you could get accustomed to, very, very quickly. You tried not to dwell too much on it, tried not to stare at him like some crazed animal either. Instead, you turned your head towards Nesta, wondering how she managed to pull off coming here and completing the training Cassian had made specifically for his mate. Azriel followed your line of sight ‘He didn’t make her do much, don’t worry. She barely lifted a finger today. The only thing she did was ogle him. She’s got nothing on you, not with what I’m gonna have you do right now’.

You turned back to him so fast that you crashed into his chest, his hands immediately settling on your arms to steady you. You hadn’t felt him inch closer to you, but you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy the way his fingers felt on your skin. The ghost of his touch was still lingering on your scalp after yesterday. You looked up at him, tilting your head to the side ‘What will you have me do today? Everyone is done and leaving the area’ you said, trying to will your voice not to waver simply from feeling his thumb running circles around your left upper arm. If the alcohol had not killed you, this definitely would, and fast.

‘You need to learn how to defend yourself from an opponent.’ You opened your mouth, ready to tell him off for insinuating you couldn’t defend yourself. You very well could and he knew it. You had decimated entire legions during the War with Hybern without lifting a single finger, only using your magic — ‘No, without magic, y/n. What happens if you somehow can’t use it and end up knocked down in a second because you can’t land a punch, mmh?’. He didn’t have Rhys’ mind reading abilities but it sure felt like he did sometimes, especially right now.

‘Okay then. How will you do that? The girls are all gone now.’

‘You’ll be against me’. He said, as if this was obviously a fair fight. ‘Come on, get warmed up. I’ve already waited two hours for you’.

You did just that, practically leapt away from the male. You were burning up inside just thinking about fighting him. Well, not fighting him per se, but having his hands on you, being around you, so close, even if he was trying to knock you down.

While you did this, Azriel was beating himself up for being so selfish. You had had a rough night, he knew this. He’d been the one to help you unwind yesterday night, getting you ready for sleep while all he wanted was for you to sober up and let him take you to bed. He’d be too good to you, he’d make sure to ask what you liked, getting you off before he even though of pleasuring himself, making you feel beautiful, making you feel wanted, even loved. He was so deep into his feelings, he was actually considering this. Just offering himself to you, letting you have him any you wanted, and discard him afterwards, if that was your choice. He wouldn’t even argue. Anything to make you happy. Anything for you

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t notice you approaching him once again. His shadows had, though, already making their way to you. They didn’t listen to him as he tried to rein them in, no, the little traitors were already getting cozy around your shoulders, one curling around the tip of your ears, another lacing around your wrist. They looked like they belonged there, making you look even prettier than before. If that were possible. You weren’t afraid of them, he noted. Just like you hadn’t balked or stepped back in disgust when his hands steadied you earlier. He even believed he saw your pupils dilate as his thumb rubbed circles on your skin, the action so natural he hadn’t noticed he was doing it until his shadows informed him that you seemed contented by the touch.

He had to concentrate on actually training you to fight instead of panting after you. ‘We’re going to start easy. Just try to disarm me first and then we’ll work on better techniques’. He positioned himself in a fighting stance, motioning for you to do the same.

You were breathing heavily, sweat gathering on the nape of your neck and your forehead while Azriel looked untouched. You had been going at it for an hour already, you trying to disarm him, Az easily dodging you, smirking as he went. He always made sure to whisper sweet words of encouragement, though. Telling you that you were doing well, that you were learning quickly, like he knew you would.

‘You’ve done really well today.’, he said, handing you a towel. When you reached your hand out to take it from him, he shook his head, beckoning you over with his hand. You obliged and let him wipe your sweat. He did it carefully, as if you were a precious sculpture, a piece of art. When he was done, he put the towel away but his hands went back to your face, his hands gently cupping your face, so, so gently. He was handling you with such care, such finesse you wondered how people could ever think he was a vicious, cruel male. But, then again, he was only ever like this with you, you just had yet to realize.

‘Are you okay?’, his voice was so low you barely heard him. You would have been sure to have imagined it if you hadn’t been staring at his lips and seen them moving.

‘Mmh’. You knew it was a shitty answer but your brain couldn’t muster up anything else right now. Your mind entirely consumed by him. Your face was burning up, your eyes were still stuck on his mouth, which was curving at your stupid answer.

‘What is it, love? Can’t talk anymore?’. He was smirking. The bastard knew what effect he had on you and he relished in it. You were in deep shit. You were going to make a huge fool of yourself but you felt like you’d die if you didn’t kiss him right now. Still you were too scared.

‘What are you doing, Az?’, you had to make sure he knew, you had to make sure he wasn’t going to make his way inside of your heart and then leave it festering like a gaping, open wound. You wouldn’t be able to handle the fallout. As pathetic as it sounded, you didn’t feel like you could live in the same place as him if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings. It’d be too much for you, too humiliating.

‘I can’t do this anymore, y/n. I can’t keep acting like we’re friends when I want to be more than that for you. I want to be there for you whenever you need anything. I want to be your best friend. I want to listen to you rant about weird products or the newest song you like or whatever it is you have to say because I love listening to your voice when you get excited about a story. I want the good and the bad. I want to be there for you when you miss your parents too much, or when you’re so anxious you can’t stay still. I want to be there to help you organize your thoughts when you’re overthinking so much you can’t even talk. But honestly, I want anything you’d be able to give me. Anything, y/n. Anything for you.’ His eyes were staring into yours, gauging your reaction. He had gone stiff, waiting for your answer. You could see his shadows fretting over him, getting ready to shield their master if you ever intended to hurt him.

You couldn’t believe your ears. Azriel was holding your face, basically spilling his heart out to you, so clearly, it was so clear that you knew he must’ve talked about this with Cassian. Azriel was a very smart male but he’d never been one to articulate his feelings, certainly not this well. You were stunned into silence. Your brain had short-circuited for a moment before you felt a cool shadow brush your face and poke your cheek. You realized you had yet to answer him and the beautiful face in front of you looked more anxious by the second.

‘I want to be the one for you too, Azriel. If you’d let me’. You were so shy, having to take a few deep breaths before you were able to get the words out. He nodded, as if to ask for confirmation, which you gladly gave him.

Azriel grinned so hard you were momentarily blinded by his smile. He leaned down, his face inching dangerously close towards yours. Well, not dangerously anymore. His haze eyes were still looking into yours, as if asking for permission, stopping only a few millimeters from your lips. You nodded, head moving barely an inch south, allowing him to kiss you. He gave you another breathtaking smile, his eyes so full of adoration, before closing the gap between your mouths, his soft lips landing on yours. You fit perfectly on each other. It was barely a press at first, simply brushing his lips against yours. You were getting impatient, wanting more of him. You tentatively put your right hand on his shoulders and rose on your toes, just enough for your lips to fully press. Azriel hummed into the kiss, finally moving his mouth against yours, slowly, languidly. He was taking his time, learning the feeling of your lips, their shape, their taste. His other hand went around your waist, tugging you into him. What started as a sweet kiss quickly turned into something hungrier. You ran your tongue over his lower lip, once, earning you a sweet moan from Azriel. Fueled by his reaction, you did again, this time feeling warm all over. He was so reactive to you. You kissed for what felt like an eternity before you were forced to take a breath.

‘Go easy on me, yeah? You’re killing me right now’, Az said, resting his forehead on yours, a smile like you’d never seen before still stretching on his face. Your hand was sitting at the nape of his neck, running your fingers through his hair resting there, feeling so content.

‘You’re the one who was supposed to go easy on me’, you replied, reminding him of last night’s conversation.

‘I promised no such thing’, said the Shadowsinger. He was still cupping your face, and peppered your face with small kisses everywhere his lips could reach. Your lips, again, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, your nose again, your forehead. You giggled and he looked back into your eyes. ‘Are you hungry?’. You nodded, finally able to fill your empty stomach now that your heart was filled too.

Azriel offered you his elbow, again. Instead of taking his hands like you had last night, you indulged him today, resting your hand on his forearm. But not without leaving a small kiss to the back of his hand. Just to let him know that it was all the same to you, scars and all.

[l1tw1ck]

Cyno's "Responsibility"

Bottom!FTM Cyno x Top!Masc Reader

↳ [Event Request] | AFAB Language Used

considering cuck tighnari

CW: Non-Con to Con, Somnophilia, Victim Blaming, Choking, Cheating, Objectification, Creampie

📝 W.C 922

You walk into Cyno's office, upset about the fact that you work overtime more than anyone else and about to put in your two weeks, only to find him fast asleep on his desk. He's drooling on whatever papers he was working on and mumbling a familiar name.

He looks so easy to take. You desperately need some release, and with the way you've been working all week you deserve it. It's not really your fault, it's his for giving you so much work to do.

You walk over to him and move his body onto the desk to have him bent over, moving the chair aside so you can stand behind him. You slowly slip off the clothes on his lower body, revealing his wet pussy to the cool air of his office. You briefly wonder what he's dreaming about, or who.

You don't bother getting him ready as you're venting your frustration out on him anyway, he deserves some pain. You take out your hard length and push yourself inside him.

“Ti- Tighnari..” Cyno grimaces in his sleep. You hold back a laugh, he must be dating that forest watcher. That makes this even better.

You slam into him, not caring if he wakes up. He feels too good to not move anyway. You run your hand along his back before spanking his plump ass. Cyno lets out a loud moan, gasping before calming down and staying asleep. You wonder how the General Mahamatra can sleep so deeply with a job like that, does he even know how vulnerable he is right now? You wonder how many times this has happened to him, if any. You hope you're the first, his reaction would be perfect.

“Hu..hurts…slow..” He mumbles.

You go faster in spite of him, grabbing his hair and pulling him back. He breaks out into loud moans and finally wakes up.

He can't even make a proper sentence, all he can do is grip the table and moan like a bitch. “Ah~!” “Uh~~!” and “Ooh~!” are three of the few sounds that leave his lips. You can make out some "slow down"s and a "wait" but they're overshadowed by his moans.

You fuck him so hard that anyone from outside could hear how much of a whore he is. He's crying but they're not tears of pain, that you know for sure.

“Fucking whore, do you even want me to stop? Do you like my cock that much?” You spank him. “Do you even care about Tighnari, General?”

Cyno finally realizes it's not Tighnari inside him, he was too sleepy to process that you're much bigger than he is. He feels too good to deny you so he shakes his head.

You chuckle. “You’re a slut, you know that? A cheating cock slut.”

Cyno rolls his eyes back, legs shaking as he comes. He’s completely out of his mind.

You turn him over and he finally gets to see you, the person who's making him feel so good, his subordinate. “You like being called that? A dumb good for nothing slut?”

He gives you a loopy smile, choking out giggles when your hand grips his neck. He's still in a dream world.

“What would Tighnari do if I came inside? If you turned out pregnant?” Your other hand plays with his bottom growth. “If he found out you were whoring yourself out to your subordinate?”

Cyno doesn't respond, too preoccupied with his own pleasure to even consider what you said. He does respond to you coming inside him though, happy babbles leave his mouth as he feels your hot spend flooding his insides. You haven't had much time for yourself thanks to him, so you let out a lot while still retaining a lot of stamina. Meaning you can keep fucking him despite having come already.

“Gonna turn you into my little cumdump, baby.” You lick your lips.

“Ye- yes~!” Drool dribbles down his chin.

“You want that? You wanna be used as a fucking cocksleeve, Cyno? Just a hole to stuff my cum inside?”

Cyno only grins wider.

You scoff. “How are you so easy?” You slap his tiny dick. “How many guys have fucked you like this?”

Cyno doesn't respond, feeling himself getting close again.

“Answer me, slut.” You spit on his face, landing another slap to his dick.

“O- one- Nari~!” He answers, voice increasing in pitch. So zero, you note. Tighnari doesn't count since he's his boyfriend. “Gon- uh~ uh~!” He squirts on your cock.

“Gods, what a slut.” You shake your head and let go of his neck. “I kind of feel bad for Tighnari. Kind of.”

Cyno brings his hands to his nipples, pulling and twisting them around with his eyes glossed over.

You smirk. “What do you love more, Cyno? Tighnari or my cock?”

“Yo- your cock~! I wuv yo- your cock~!”

“Wuv?” You laugh. “Poor Tighnari, he has no idea his boyfriend is at work getting his little pussy destroyed and acting like a stupid, braindead slut.”

You fuck Cyno in multiple positions, sticking to your word and using him as a cum dump. You come inside multiple times, so many that his stomach is slightly bigger than normal.

After almost two hours of fucking, you finally pull out and force him onto his knees, cum dripping onto the floor.

“Clean it.”

Cyno quickly does as you say, sucking your length clean.

You make yourself look presentable and leave the room. “Maybe we can have fun again tomorrow.”

[teencopandthesourwolf]

so i'm supposed to be working on my sterek wip—and i am! i wrote about 1k today—but bc of all you lovely mutual's and folk i follow now also into buddie (main culprits being @inell @rosieposiepuddingnpie @sortasirius and @angela-feelstoomuch) and ofc bc of bi!buck confirmed, i've started ploughing through 911 over the last few weeks like a bloodhound chasing a rabbit through the woods and have consequently, inevitably, started a buddie wip. fml. anyways, it's all your lot's fault so here, have just under 1k of my first buck pov buddie quarantine wip and everyone pls forgive my adhd writing brain lol.

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Eddie was so fucking drunk. And it wasn't really either of their faults.

Because daytimes? When they weren't on shift? They were easy.

In the daytime there was just so much stuff to do with Christopher. So many games to play and so many cool things Buck was finding he could teach the little guy. And there were things that Christopher was teaching Buck, too, like, did you know that a crocodile can't stick out its tongue? Because Buck didn't, not until Christopher told him. And how cool is that?

The three of them—Buck, Christopher and Eddie—had started a Strip Jack Naked tournament and they now played it every night that he and Eddie were home, just before bath and bedtime stories. Turns out Christopher loved card games, and loved the rude name given to Buck and Maddie's childhood favourite even more, because what ten year old wouldn't? There was obviously zero stripping involved; Buck didn't even know why it was called what it was called, only that it was super fun, and just about easy enough for Christopher to learn but not so easy he'd get bored too fast, y’know? And what was funny was that the little dude hadn't even won a single round yet, and that somehow hadn't seemed to deter the slugger in his efforts one bit. Quite the opposite, actually. He'd warned, “Just you two wait,” and had this look on his face that said he was determined to become a grandmaster and beat Buck at his own game—or, even better, beat his Dad and win the prize of Eddie having to tidy Christopher's room for a week (a suggestion of Buck's that Eddie had not been overjoyed about).

In turn, Buck and Eddie had now lost countless games of Mario Kart to the kid; been repeatedly humiliated at Pictionary (the kiddie version); and each had the least amount of kudos points for Misfits, a game that Eddie apparently used to play with his sisters. It was another drawing-type one, where each player took a body section on their turn—head, torso and arms, or legs and feet—and then folded the paper over to hide the result until everyone was done and Christopher would unfold the paper and they'd all cry with laughter at the results. Misfits didn't even technically have any winners or losers, but hey, try telling Christopher that.

Evenings, though? The few hours left between Christopher's bedtime and Eddie and Buck turning in for the night? They were tougher.

Tough on Buck, at least.

See, he'd had this dream, a few weeks back. A dream about—well.

About Eddie.

In the dream, Buck had been washing the dishes in Eddie and Chris's apartment after Eddie had made another attempt at cooking his abuela's delicious Barbacoa recipe (Buck had tasted the real deal once when Isabel had come to stay and Eddie had invited Buck over to dinner), and Eddie had suddenly crowded into him from behind, crushing the length of his body up against Buck's back and reaching around to circle soft but firm hands around Buck's wet wrists. Startled and confused, Buck had open opened his mouth to say something when Eddie had placed his hot mouth onto the sensitive spot on Buck's neck, just below his right ear and—

Buck had woken abruptly, writhing and twitching and groaning, jizz spilling all over his freshly changed bed sheets.

After that, evenings were a challenge.

They were now made up of all the usual fun and dumb stuff that Buck and Eddie got up to, plus the occasionally deeper topics in their lives that they both seemed to struggle with but tried their best to share with each other, but there was also Don't look too long at Eddie's hands, and Don't look at Eddie's mouth while he speaks, and Don't check out Eddie's ass in those jeans I'd told him he should definitely buy when the shops were still open and the world hadn't yet gone to shit and I wasn't losing my damn mind.

Buck had moved into Eddie and Chris's place when Quarantine hit because it had just made sense, and over the course of the last six months he had somehow managed to fall in lust with his best friend.

So, times when they both had tomorrow off work, and when the confinement got to be a little too much, they would drink. Sometimes a little too much. One of them always stayed relatively sober though, just in case Chris needed something in the night, and tonight, Buck had been allowing Eddie to enjoy himself because the guy hardly ever really let his hair down, and he deserved to.

Eddie got giggly when he drank Tequila, Buck noticed.

They'd already sunk a few beers prior to cracking open the bottle of Cazadores Reposado, and after Buck had stopped at two shots but Eddie had continued, Eddie had become progressively loose and was now starting to giggle like a frickin schoolgirl. Which, embarrassingly, seemed to be doing things to Buck—not that Buck had a thing for school girls, jesus no, it was just that Eddie sounding so soft and vulnerable and happy was something that apparently really did it for Buck.

Fuck his life.

The guy also got very touchy-feely on tequila, too.

They'd migrated from the kitchen table to sitting so close to each other on the sofa that they were permanently touching, as well as all the times Eddie kept nudging his shoulder further into Buck's and squeezing his hand on Buck's knee. Then his thigh.

Seriously, fuck Buck's life.

The way Eddie had gotten so comfortable with touching Buck was becoming a majorly uncomfortable situation for Buck to have to deal with. Not because Buck didn't want the attention, but because he really fucking did.

And that was a problem, for a few reasons.

Reason one was that Buck wasn't gay, and didn't really understand these feelings he was having.

Reason two was, as far as Buck knew, Eddie wasn't gay either.

Reason three (and Buck's biggest fear) was Buck being terrified of losing what he had with Eddie. He loved Eddie, and Christopher, and he was pretty sure they loved him back—and he certainly wasn't about to let his rabid and confusing libido ruin any of that.

Drunk Eddie, though? It seemed Drunk Eddie really had it in for Buck tonight.

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fingers crossed i can finish it before buck goes insane! xp

[epickiya722]

"She's not really #1 Pro material, she's bloodthirsty, people just voting for her because she's attractive".

YOU BET NOT BE STANNING ANY VILLAIN, OTHER HERO OR WHO THE FUCK EVER BECAUSE ALMOST EVERYONE IN THIS DAMN SERIES IS READY FOR THE SMOKE!!

I'm sorry, but Miruko is one of the few Pro Heroes who remembers that being a Hero is a JOB and not some game for fame and she didn't need character development.

She went from delinquent to someone who took something they loved doing and used it to help people.

Is she a little wild? Yes, but look at the fucking villains?! What? She supposed to take it easy on villains who get more aggressive over time?!

Didn't Katsuki almost die in the beginning of the series because of the Sludge Villain?! A WHOLE CHILD COULD HAVE DIED WHILE THE PRO HEROES WERE STANDING THERE!!

Had Miruko been there, she would have hopped to it and saved his ass!!

THIS WOMAN IS TINY WITH RABBIT EARS AND A TAIL!! SHE ACTUALLY PUTS HER BODY ON THE LINE!! SHE HAS SUFFERED A LOT MORE PHYSICALLY THAN SOME OF THE OTHER PRO HEROES IN THE TOP TEN!!

And it's not like she's always wants to fight anybody or she's going around hitting people for no reason. Calling her "mean" feels like when people call Rock Lock "mean" and it rubs me the wrong way, always.

I'm sorry, but those two seem to be the only heroes most of the time to have sense.

"You're just horny, that's just it".

If you're someone who says this, you better not be simping over any of the male characters because they have a shirtless scene like "Oh, daddy 🥵".

Like anytime someone brings up people being horny for Miruko and hating people on it, it's like "why do you care", just block it out. And she is attractive! Oh, what? What's something about this dark skinned, muscled woman that makes her not attractive, hm?

I don't see anyone having a problem with people being horny over Lady Nagant, so why complain about people being horny over Miruko?

I have seen so much horny Dabi and Hawks art and yet no complaints?

I understand if someone complains about Miruko having too much of a snatched waist, way too big breasts and her skin being as light as paper in fanart. Come on now, she is not built like that and she is darker than me. And I have brown skin!!

But you cannot be the same person who whines about people having their horny Miruko art (when you can block them) and turn around and reblog horny art of other characters.

In my honest opinion, if not her, someone like Ryukyu or Wash deserves the top spots. And Crust deserves a fucking statue or something because that guy DIED saving Aizawa and went out with a smile. That is a guy that you can rely on!

Like if in canon someone like Endeavor can be #1 (mind you, the PUBLIC has influence on this, too, not just the fucking commission) and Hawks who has fucking fans horny for him in canon, then why the fuck can't Miruko?

Why can't someone like her be #1?

"She's aggressive."

ENDEAVOR IS IN THE TOP SPOT BECAUSE? HE WAS #2 WHY?! WHEN THE PUBLIC IS WELL AWARE OF HIS ATTITUDE?!

SOME OF Y'ALL WHO BE COMPLAINING ABOUT MIRUKO WAS GETTING WET WHEN DABI WAS STEPPING ON HAWKS' FACE!

SO HER BEING "AggRessIVE" IS AN ISSUE BUT NOT WHEN SOMEONE ELSE DOES IT?!

THE DOUBLE STANDARDS IS REEEEEAL!!

[rafesvoid]

Rain together

You never thought at 20 years old you’d still be on the outer banks living the life as a Pogue while serving to the kooks. You didn’t think you’d be a kook by now either. That being the last thing you wanted. All you craved was to be somewhere far far away from this Pogue vs Kook life.

But life was expensive. No matter what job you got it was never enough. And the high paying jobs were strictly ran by kooks and only for kooks. And even if a Pogue like you managed to land a job owned by some brooding kook you were underpaid and overworked.

This brain tangling dilemma lead you to choosing a job as a quaint restaurant. The pay wasn’t much but maybe in a few years you’ll book a one way ticket to where no Kook has been. The restaurant was often quiet. The music you’ve gotten to know by heart being louder than any conversation held.

People didn’t come there to socialize or have a nice dinner with their family. It was more of a 30 minute getaway before immersing yourself back into the Pogue life. Which is why everyone and their mother was shook when none other than the Cameron’s walked in.

It had been like any other day, long and uneventful yet giving you much time to be with your thoughts. The rain was pouring down hard. The sound of the droplets hitting everything in sight outside soothing you more than anything could.

Maybe 10 people occupied the restaurant besides you and your coworkers. Most just wanting a coffee while waiting for the rain to die down. But as you tried your best to remove a stain with a hot rag the bell of the restaurant went off alerting you of a new presence.

You heard a herd of feet walk near the cashier you before you locked eyes with the Ward himself. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if it was real. Most kooks would rather die than be seen on the cut unless it was for a party let alone eat in one of their restaurants.

But in the flesh was the whole Cameron family soaking wet and waiting for something to eat.

“I- What can I get for you guys tonight”

You meekly poured out with the tight lip smile. “Maybe a new set of clothes if you have the back there” the ward replied with a smile filled with none either than warmth

Now you never socialized with the Cameron’s yet you had your own assumptions on them. The ward being a kind person was not one of them.

“Well over there we have some heaters you can sit by and I’ll give you paper menus and once you’re ready you can come order”

Ward and rose thanked you while their 3 brooding childeren followed them. After a silent 15 minutes or so of every Pogue in the restaurant exchanging looks each Cameron came up one by one to order food. Rafe being the last

Rafe was a year older than you. You didn’t go to school with him and only saw him at parties snorting a line. It be a lie to say you didn’t think he had grown more attractive by the minute but it also be a lie to say he ever crossed your mind. Until tonight.

Rafe walked to the counter his head hung low obviously regretting his families decision to come into a Pogue ran restaurant than wait the storm out in the car. But as he reached you his scowl adorned face softened. The hue of his eyes lightened to the different color blues than the black he wore mere seconds ago

He paused eyes running across you for what felt like a century. Rafe didn’t know you. If he ever saw you before there’s a chance he’d mix you up with 50 other girls yet he stared at you like you were one in a billion.

“Can I get your number?”

———

Hi! This is my first Rafe fic so bear with me if it’s awful. I will get better I swear

Also I love rafe but he’s the only reason I watched obx so if something doesn’t make sense because it’s not accurate plz ignore it because in really just do not know lol

[deadgirlwalking91]

new update - 'Thank You for the Venom', chapter 5 🎸 🗡️

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter 5 Summary

Peace talks between Adam and Lute don't go quite as planned.

Author's note:

Thanks so much everyone for reading and engaging! I've had some really sweet inboxes this week and so appreciate that you're enjoying TYftV. I've started writing some scenes that happen much later in this fic and I am having so much fun exploring how this relationship evolves!

As always, thanks to my lovely beta @branded-rose for your unwavering support and for indulging all my silly ideas <3

***

Adam and Lute’s Office, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

9:05am.

He’s late.

Lute scowled and crossed her arms. How very Adam of him. Break into her apartment the night before, walk in on her while she was in the bath, pin her to the ground while she was virtually naked, only to tell her he needed to schedule a meeting for first thing in the morning.

The whole exchange could have been conveyed in a simple text message, and all of this…mess could have been avoided. No water spread through her entire apartment that she spent far too much time cleaning up to prevent the dreaded ‘wet carpet’ smell. No humiliation at being physically overpowered by her boss while she was this close to giving him his own private peep show. No sculling the remainder of her wine straight from the bottle to distract herself from thinking about what had just happened. Not that it worked, anyway.

She’d woken up tired, pissed and with a thumping headache that painkillers didn’t seem to quite remedy. Thankfully, she’d had the smarts to take strap a small knife to her ankle should Adam push his luck during this meeting. Just in case. Sighing, she reached for her stack of paperwork and started sorting through the pile, organising her daily tasks from urgent to optional.

“Gooooooood morning, Dangertits!” Adam boomed obnoxiously as the office door burst open with a resounding ‘thud’. Lute bristled innately at the sound of his voice. Not only was he late, but it seemed the crude nickname he’d made up for her the night before had unfortunately stuck. Wonderful.

“You’re late. Call me that again and I’ll chop your dick off, slice it up and hand-feed it back to you from a charcuterie board.” She growled without looking up from her paperwork. Adam let out an irritating tsk before setting something down on her desk loudly.

“Ouch, babe. Is that any way to talk to the guy who just bought you a coffee?” He sank into his own chair, sipping his own drink loudly from a straw before setting it down on a pile of overdue paperwork.

Keeping her head down, Lute’s eyes darted to the paper cup he’d plonked in front of her. She wasn’t buying it. Adam had never bought her a coffee before, and she refused to believe he’d start doing so now out of his own goodwill. “It’s poisoned.”

“It’s not. It’s a peace offering.”

“A pea- a peace offering?” she exclaimed incredulously, sitting up as she looked up at him. The fucker had the smuggest grin on his face as he sat opposite her, hands laced behind the back of his neck, tipping backwards on his chair. Her hand twitched towards the ankle with the knife strapped to it. She could already feel the urge to stab him repeatedly with it. “You broke into my apartment-”

“Objection, you left the front door open for all of Heaven to come on in and enjoy the show.”

“Fuck off, you broke into my apartment – I didn’t invite you in, therefore, you broke in - didn’t think to try knocking on the bathroom door before you opened it – ”

“You left a trail of clothes, like breadcrumbs around your apartment to what I assumed was your bedroom –”

“Oh yeah,” Lute scoffed rolling her eyes. “Like that’s any better. What if I was otherwise occupied?”

Adam let out a mighty laugh, his shoulders shaking as he slapped his desk in mirth. Blood boiling and eyebrow twitching, Lute started inching her fingers down her calf. “Sweetie. I’d bet on my afterlife that there was zero chance that you had a man in your bed last night.”

“Bold of you to assume it could have been a man,” she challenged him, finding the handle of the knife and closing around it. She could feel the situation escalating, and for once she wanted to have the upper hand against her boss. Sure, the paperwork she’d have to fill out if she did stab him would be a bitch, but it would be so worth it.

Adam choked on the sip he’d been taking from his drink. Oh, goodie. Maybe she wouldn’t need the knife after all, and natural selection would take its course. Even better, she’d likely be spared the arduous administrative work because she had nothing to do with it.

“A-ah shit, wasn’t expecting that. You know, you and Vaggie always did give me scissor sister vibes – no judgement from me, personally I think that’s hot as fuck.”

“You’re fucked in the head, you know that right?” Her grip on the handle grew tighter.

“You mentioned it, I just ran with it! Anyways,” he casually waved his free hand in the air, rocking back in his chair. “Drink the damn coffee, Lieutenant.”

“I told you, I’m not. It’s poisoned.”

“Nah, look.” He stood and walked over to her desk, grabbing the cup and taking a quick sip. “See? I’m fine.”

Lute quickly let go of her knife upon his approach and sat up straight. Not taking her eyes off Adam, she pointedly removed the lid of the coffee cup and dropped it in the rubbish bin under her desk. She had no interest in sharing saliva with him. Ever. Even if it was just because they drank from the same cup. Besides, knowing his reputation, who knew what she might catch if she did? He perched himself on the edge of her desk, watching expectantly.

“Can-can you get out of my space, please?” she glared up at him. He raised his eyebrows at her.

“Please? Didn’t think that word was in your vocab, babe.”

“Fine, let me rephrase what I just said a bit more simply so your tiny brain can understand what I’m about to say. Move before you wear this – what even is this?” she sniffed the frothy drink and her stomach churned at the sweetness. “It smells gross.”

“It’s a pumpkin spice latte.”

Lute winced. “Sounds even worse.” She hesitantly took a sip from the cup and an intense hit of sugary cinnamon, cloves and ginger filled her mouth, making her gag with repulsion. She roughly pushed Adam’s leg out of the way so she could split the mouthful into her bin. “Oh my God, that is disgusting.” She shoved the drink in Adam’s direction, wiping her mouth with her free hand. “You have it.”

“Geez, you’re handsy.” Adam took the cup from her and slurped loudly. “I’ll get you something different tomorrow.”

Lute frowned. “I don’t want anything from you tomorrow. Or ever.”

“I told you, babe. It’s a peace offering.”

“I don’t want a peace offering from you. I want to do my job, which you happen to make extremely difficult.” She crossed her arms and glared up at Adam, who was still perched on her desk, a drink in each hand. “For example, right now you’re sitting on the paperwork I need to complete so Sera doesn’t lose it at me. Yesterday you tackled me to the ground for no good reason during training, and don’t even get me started on the rest of the bullshit that happened last night.”

Adam huffed, setting the drinks down on Lute’s desk. “Look, all I wanted to do last night was what I’m doing now – call a truce.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Are you telling me that you would have been willing to hold peace talks while I had you pinned to the floor in nothing but a towel?”

Lute considered this. On one hand – the answer was obviously a resounding no. He’d held the advantage over her, and that shifted the balance of power between them significantly more towards Adam in that moment. On the other hand, however, there could have been the opportunity for her to get dressed, sit down on the couch and talk through their issues like adults. She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger.

“I could have gotten dressed,” she muttered. “We could have talked things out.”

“Be honest, would you have taken the opportunity to stab me?”

“No.” She lied. Adam raised an eyebrow at her.

“I call bullshit. I can see the knife strapped to your ankle right now.”

Lute bristled. “Yeah, well, can you blame me? After last night I had no idea what I was walking into this morning!”

“You’ve walked into your boss trying to be nice and bringing you a hot beverage.” Adam took another sip from the pumpkin spice latte and frowned at the cup. “Actually, you’re not wrong, this tastes like shit.” He set it down on top of Lute’s paperwork, and she promptly moved it off to the side. He may submit his work to Sera covered in coffee rings, stains and who knows what else, but it didn’t mean that she was going to.

“Is this your idea of an apology, then? You buying me a drink?”

Adam snorted. “Fuck no. I’m not apologising for a thing. Seeing you last night reduced to an incoherent, mostly nude mess was one of the best things I’ve ever witnessed – and in my lifetime, I’ve seen a lot. The drink was just an attempt to make peace talks less hostile, but an apology? No way, babe.” He slid off Lute’s desk and made his way back to his own. “Are you willing to talk, or not?”

Lute exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to reach for her knife again. The way she saw it, she had two options: refuse to talk things through, and her working relationship with Adam would likely remain unchanged - or worse, deteriorate further.

Or, she could hear him out and potentially set some boundaries of her own, which would make her job considerably easier. A better working relationship with Adam could also mean a greater chance of her proposal succeeding, too.

“Alright,” Lute folded her arms and stared at Adam, who was now scrolling through his phone, tongue between his teeth in apparent concentration. Not that she’d ever know what was really hiding beneath that mask of his. “Name your terms.”

“’Kay,” Adam set his phone on the table and laced his fingers behind his head. “Number one – we split training responsibilities equally. Ah – ” he held up a finger as Lute opened her mouth to protest, “Don’t forget, I’ve been running this shit for centuries. Believe it or not, I know what I’m doing.”

“The program has been approved by Sera.” Lute argued, frowning at him. “We can’t go and change it now.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll stick to your little plan. I just want to be the one to run the show half the time – after all, this was initially my gig before you got yourself involved.”

“Fine but we run through the plan for fifteen minutes before each session, so we know we’re on the same page.” Lute countered. “Otherwise, there’s every chance you’ll go rogue. Plus, we need to make sure we maintain consistency in the training material so we don’t confuse the rest of the Exorcists.”

“Ten minutes, and you’ve got a deal, babe.”

“Done. Here’s something I’d like changed: no more nicknames. My name is Lute, and that’s how I’d like to be referred to moving forward.”

Adam shook his head solemnly. “No can do. Bad news for you, but I give everybody a nickname, whether they like it or not. Even Sera has one, and she hates it, but doesn’t stop me from using it. You’re not gonna be the exemption, so this one’s a hard no from me.”

Lute puffed her cheeks in frustration. “Are you going to shoot down every request I make?”

“Just the shit ones.”

“Whatever. What about this then – if you need to speak with me after hours, do not let yourself into my apartment. Call me first.”

“Only if you agree to pick up your phone. Next one from me: loosen up a bit, babe. You’re so fucking tense all the time.” Adam leaned forward; elbows folded onto his desk. “You need to chillax.”

“I am relaxed,” Lute retorted, matching his stance. “It’s just a little difficult when I’m dealing with somebody as unpredictable and infuriating as you.”

“You wouldn’t know how to relax if it hit you in the fucking face.”

Lute gritted her teeth. “I was in the middle of relaxing last night before you interrupted me.” She pressed her palms against her forehead in an attempt to ease the pounding against her skull. “Are we done? I have paperwork I need to finish. Preferably in silence.”

“Let’s shake on it.” Adam rose from his desk and walked to the middle point between their two desks. “Truce?”

Lute met him in the middle of the room and glared up into the eyes on the screen of his mask. She hated that he hid behind it, that he used it like some kind of shield between him and the rest of Heaven.

What was he so afraid of that he had to keep himself always masked?

“One more thing. Take the mask off so I know who I’m making a deal with. I’m not shaking hands with somebody who’s face I can’t see.”

For once, Adam was rendered silent. The facial expression on his mask had gone slack, empty. His outstretched hand fell limply to his side, as if he’d suddenly lost all control of it.

“No.” He said flatly.

“What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I’m not taking it off.”

“Why not?” Lute challenged, stepping closer to him. A pleasant warmth started to bloom in her chest. She could feel that finally, the power balance seemed to be shifting back into her favour, and this time she wasn’t going to let it go. Especially if it meant that, even if for a moment it made her the pettier person, he would understand how it felt to be on the receiving end of being taunted.  She pressed on. “Surely the First Man isn’t scared of revealing himself to his lowly second-in-command?”

Again, Adam remained silent and still, neither his expression nor body language giving anything away. She stepped closer again. Though their bodies weren’t touching, Lute felt his body stiffen at her closeness. The warmth that had started in her chest now radiated throughout her entire body, relishing at his obvious discomfort.

“Are you scared, Sir?” she whispered, her mouth twisting into a cruel grin, eyes sparkling with delight at this new discovery. “Scared of what I might think of the real you?”

“I-”

Knock-knock.

“Adam? Lute?” Sera’s voice rang from behind the door. Lute heard Adam exhale sharply, his body visibly relaxing in front of her at the sound of Sera’s voice. She inwardly cursed the High Seraphim’s poor timing. “Can I come in?”

“Don’t think you’re safe. I haven’t finished with you, Sir.” Lute said in a low voice, before walking to the door and opening it for Sera, bowing her head respectfully. “Your Highness. Please come in.”

Sera made her way into the room, brows furrowing slightly at Adam, who was frozen in the middle of the room and was uncharacteristically silent. “Adam. Are you alright?”

“Oh, he’s fine, Your Highness.” Lute beamed at her superior. “We were just having a little heart-to-heart, weren’t we, Sir?”

He nodded, shuffling slowly back to his desk. “Yeah. We were just… chatting.”

“Very well,” Sera nodded and turned to Lute. “How are you feeling, Lieutenant? Are you well enough to lead training today?”

“I’m fine, thank you. Although it’s funny that you ask, I was just discussing with Commander Adam that maybe it’s best if he takes training today.” She raised her eyebrows expectantly at Adam. “Remember, Sir?”

“Uh – yeah. Lute felt given my experience, I should run our boxing session.” He lied, pretending to be immersed in his paperwork. “Which, you know, I should go and set up for.” He rose from his desk, avoiding eye contact with Lute as he made his way to the door.

Lute smirked and crossed her legs in her chair. “Why, yes. Yes, you should, Sir.”

It may not have been breaking and entering, or near-nude wrestling, but Lute believed the ball was firmly back in her court.

She’d discovered that the First Man had a weakness after all. And she wouldn’t rest until she got to the bottom of it.

***

Next time: As tensions run high, Adam remember he's Lute's boss and orders her to do something unexpected.

[queerbuckleys]

BIG LOVE AHEAD [1.2k | cute| small town/coffee shop au] {ao3}

for @firemedicdiaz- I hope this can be a soft blanket of distraction <3. and for @singlethread- happiest of birthdays <3

surprise i wrote an au that didnt turn into a 20k+ saga lol. Title from Big Love Ahead by Mon Rovîa. enjoy!

Evan Buckley is absolutely soaked. Standing in the rain and miserable If he’s being truly honest with himself. But that’s the thing. He should be miserable. Because he just had his heart broken. He was supposed to have had the cinematic love story— from the meet cute while he had been helping Bobby host the annual toy drive to a kiss in the rain after they decided to exchange keys and each have a drawer at the other’s place, cheesy keys in a jewelry boxes, contact paper and all. But the box is in his jacket pocket and it’s pouring rain.  and Alex was the one with the car that night so Buck trudges towards home. Trying not to think about how this news will spread throughout town, for lack of a better term, like wildfire. 

Sure he could have called a cab had his phone not died of course. So yeah he was pretty much stuck walking through town, completely soaked. 

He's not sure why he stops on the corner that he does, maybe to take a break under the awning of the little coffee shop that opened recently. He had been meaning to stop by, but it felt like a betrayal against the old machine that sputtered out the perfect cup at the station. 

He runs a hand through his sopping curls. And he hears a crack of thunder and sees a flash of lightning. 

“Fucking hell,” he mumbles to himself. 

“You wanna come inside?” 

Buck jumps as he turns towards the door, where he finds a man about his age leaning out of it. He's wearing a henley and a flannel— both of which look impossibly soft. He has a towel sling over his shoulder and gentle eyes. 

“Aren’t you uh, closed?” 

“Technically, but when I see cute guys walking through severe weather I get concerned.” 

“I- um, I don't want to keep you. I really don’t live too far.” 

“I live upstairs,” The man says and shrugs, “and I can make you a hot beverage so you don’t get sick.” 

Buck swallows the fact that standing in the rain doesn't necessarily get you sick and accepts the offer. 

Once they are both inside the other man takes stock of him and how he’s dripping onto the welcome mat. 

“Uhh let me get you a towel— and maybe a change of clothes?” 

He’s gone before Buck can protest. 

He looks around the cozy shop and then locks eyes with a pair behind red glasses. The gaze scrutinizing. 

“Who are you?” the boy demands  

“Uh, my name's Buck.”

“That's a funny name. Why are you all wet?” 

“Christopher, what have I told you about rude questions buddy?” 

“It was a valid question. I just didn't know how to explain getting brutally dumped to a six year old.” 

“I'm seven!” Christopher pipes up. 

The man laughs shyly, “I'm Eddie Diaz by the way.” 

“Evan Buckley, but everyone calls me Buck” 

“You’re the…firefighter right?” 

Buck just buries his face in his hands, “Sorry there are approximately 10 queer people in this town and we must all know each other.”

“It’s okay. There’s a bathroom around that corner.” Eddie holds out a fluffy towel and what looks like a neatly rolled t-shirt and pair of basketball shorts, “sorry this is all I had that I  thought might fit.” 

“Hey, it’s better than what I've got on.” 

He exits the small bathroom feeling a bit refreshed and finds Eddie behind the counter seemingly hard at work at a new chalkboard sign. 

“Pick your poison—tea, cocoa, or decaf?” 

“Cocoa!” Buck brightens. 

“Are you really a firefighter?” Chris asks with the pure wonderment only a seven year old can have. 

“Yeah, I am!” 

“Can I come visit and slide down the pole and sit in the truck? Please?” 

Buck smiles so much it hurts his cheeks a little bit. 

He lowers his voice down to a conspicuous whisper, “You ask your dad and I'll ask my captain and we’ll see what we can do.” 

He knew Bobby would say yes, he loves having kids at the firehouse as long as they are respectful if they have to rush off. Which doesn’t happen all that often anyway. 

Eddie comes back to the table tray in hand, loaded up with two hot chocolates and a black coffee along with a cookie split into thirds. 

“Thank you, you really didn't have to do this.” 

Eddie waves it off as he brings his mug to his lips and takes a long sip of coffee. 

“Can we please visit Buck at the firehouse Dad?” 

Eddie smiles down at Chris and ruffles his hair, “Sure kid.” 

The beaming smile that comes in return nearly blinds Buck– and only makes him smile harder too. 

☕☕☕☕☕☕

It’s two days later when Bobby texts that Marie (the coffee maker) has finally and officially shorted out (RIP) and asks Buck to bring a round of various coffee concoctions into work for the crew. 

So of course he stops by Eddie’s shop– which is of course swamped, because it's 7:30 on a Monday morning. 

Ravi, a kid he recognizes from one of their community events is behind the register while Eddie seems to be the one focusing on the drinks. 

“Hey um Ravi?” he asks while handing over the cash for the drinks, “Could you tell Eddie that I'm asking about my suit? He’ll know. Thanks.” he smiles as Ravi nods. 

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It's later that day, they've cleaned the entire station, as per the Monday schedule, and even went on a few calls. 

“So,” Chimney pops his gum, “I hear that you had quite the roller coaster weekend in the relationship department, Buck.” 

Buck raises his eyebrow with uncertainty. 

“Well I heard that–”

“Stopping you right there Henrietta.” Buck replies holding up his hand. 

“Yes, Alex and I broke up. And yes I met Eddie who owns the coffee shop. That's it. Happy?” 

“Then what is Eddie doing here with a child and what appears to be your date night suit?” Chimney asks eyebrows climbing rapidly. 

“Just because that's all that happened doesn't mean- Hey you two!” 

“Ravi got your message to me, I took it to the dry cleaner. And I, um, thought you would want this back too." Eddie holds out the box tentatively. “I didn't realize it was that-”

“Oh,” buck smiles, opening the box, “it's just a key- it wasn't”

“Oh!” Eddie smiles, “well regardless. It's yours.” 

Buck glances over his shoulder to see that Bobby is entertaining Chris with a plastic firefighter helmet and the different parts of the engine. 

“Come here,” Buck takes Eddie's hand and pulls him further away from the prying eyes of his well meaning but nosy family. “So, I know I was just broken up with, but I would really like to take you out on a date sometime. Or just for dinner, as a thank you. Totally fine if-”

“Yes, I'll go on a date with you.” Eddie encroaches further into his space and brushes a light kiss over his lips. “Wanted nothing more since I saw you sopping wet under the awning.” 

Buck rolls his eyes and laughs. 

“So Buckley, are we gonna get free coffee out of this whole deal or what?” Chimney asks, leaning against the engine. 

He looks up at Eddie and whispers, “you can say no,” in his ear. 

“Sure.”

“Dad, Dad, Dad, can you and Buck help me down the firefighter pole?” Chris asks, rocking excitedly on his crutches. 

“Let’s do it!” 

Eddie looks over at Buck, smiling in a way that makes Buck realize exactly where Chris gets it from, and just reflects it back.

[dulcewrites]

Can't wait for reader to confront Aemond and Alys🤭🤭🤭

Y’all asked so you shall receive 🙏🏽. I actually changed how I wanted this to go… just disregard the alys thing I posted yesterday 💀

Should’ve, Could’ve, Would’ve

Quinton knows something is wrong when he hears commotion coming from the rehearsal room.

“You really expect me to believe that bullshit ass excuse?”

He pauses when he hears the familiar voice ring out. He turns the corner to see you stand there, arms cross defensively. Helaena, teary eyed, blocking your path.

“We didn’t know for sure,” she pleads.

“You didn’t know, but had a feeling,” you scoff. “You didn’t know, but didn’t care enough to ask or tell me. You all are just as cowardly as they are.”

Your eyes go from Helaena to him. Disappointment and hurt coloring your eyes.

“I would choose you over everyone?”

You throw his words back in his face, but he meant them. It doesn’t mean much now but the only reason he’s even stayed in this band is for you. To be around you. Perhaps that was his first mistake; sticking around when he knew it was just a matter of time before he hurt you was a bad idea from the start. It was always going to be you versus the band, even when it shouldn’t be.

You shake your head, moving past Helaena.

“This was my fault,” your let out a mirthless laugh. “Trust any of you was my fault.”

Quinton wants to say something. But what does one say when in a situation like this.

I’m sorry.

You deserve better.

I love you

— — —

Aemond finds her standing on the stage, looking out to the empty.

“Still doing this before every show?”

Alys jumps slightly before smiling once she sees it’s Aemond. She shrugs, before taking off her guitar and putting on the designated stand on the stage.

“Force of habit,” she tucks a stray tendril of black hair behind her ear. “Still a bit unbelievable.”

Aemond nods, understanding what she means. He takes a couple steps closer. Alys instinctively lifts her chin, green eyes going to his lips. Before their lips can meet, the sound of a side door opening and slamming shut breaks through the air. Alys eyes go from Aemond, to behind him; color drains her face a bit. Skittishly, she steps back.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account.”

The voice makes the hairs on Aemond’s neck and arms stand up. He turns to see you standing there. You push your sunglasses up to the top of your head; bloodshot eyes, tear strained cheeks.

“Baby..”

“Baby,” you ask with a maniacal laugh. “Are you talk to me or her.”

Aemond palms begin to itch. It’s the same feeling he used to get when him and Aegon would get trouble. The fire in Alicent’s eyes used to make him feel like a rash was going to break out across his body. The disappointment or annoyance he saw in his mother’s big brown eyes is nothing compared to the contempt he sees in yours right now.

You pull open the envelope that was in your hand, and pull out notebook paper.

“I really hope you guys aren’t releasing any of these songs,” you flick through the pieces of paper. “It’s not your best work, sweetheart.”

You crumble the papers and toss them at him. Then pick out photos. Aemond open his mouth to speak, and you raise your hand in anger.

“You know, I think the worst part of all of this is that it is clear you two think that I’m stupid. So comfortable in your bliss to do this in public, thinking I wouldn’t find out.”

“If you just let me explain,” Aemond tries to take a step towards you.

“What is there explain,” you yell. “What?? That you were just so lonely that you needed to get your dick wet whatever way you could.”

Your eyes travel to Alys, whose eyes are brimmed with guilt and tears.

“But I do hope it is was worth it, whatever you did with him. What people will say and think about you, what you will think of your yourself, what you did to a family…what you did to me. I hope it was worth it.”

Alys looks down, but doesn’t say anything. No denial nor admittance; no apology. But the silence is enough to give you an answer. Frankly, you find Alys too old for this level of cowardice.

You look back at Aemond.

“Make sure you have a place to stay when you get back,” you toss the photos of them to the ground. “You’re not staying with me, and certainly not with Daella.”

You turn to leave and feel Aemond reach for you hand.

“Don’t touch me,” you hiss. You look at him for a moment. “After everything I’ve done for you, with you…”

You can’t even finish the sentence. It was supposed to be you and him till the end, and now you can barely take being in the same room with him.

You spend the red eye you get to go back home choking back tears. By the time you make it back to the apartment, your head hurts from it all.

The sun is beginning to rise by the time you walk through the door.

“Mommmyyyy!”

The pitter patter of small feet runs towards the door. You crouch down and pull her into a hug. You close your eyes; she smells like her lavender bubble bath. Despite yourself, a couple tears fall.

“What’s wrong,” she pouts, tiny hands grabbing the sides of your face. You look at her freckles, and her nose; she looks so much like her father in that moment that it hurts.

“Nothing,” you try to smile. “Mommy just missed you.”

Alicent walks down the hall from the corner. She frowns at your state.

“Honey, why don’t you go finish your breakfast. Let your mom get settled.”

Daella gives you one last curious look before listening to her grandma and scurrying back down the hall towards the kitchen.

“What happened,” Alicent whispers, leaning down to where you are.

You don’t know how to tell her. This woman who has been nothing but supportive to you. How do you tell a mother that her son is a cheater? When you don’t answer, she gently pushes your messy baby hairs from your face.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure we can fix it.”

How does one mend a broken heart?

[agere-fandom]

regressor!kieran duffy!!

fictional agere challenge

day 8: an obscure character that you hc as a regressor

note; OMGOMGGGGG- it's been a lil while!! But on the meanwhile, little Kieran!! I wish he had more time in the game and DIDN'T die, but were gonna ignore that for now :) I love Kieran so and I wish he wasn't so underrated :((( like he needs some love guys so yeah!! baby Kieran my beloved :3 (also wished i got a better photo but this was the best i could find because the rest were TERRIBLE D:)

headcanons; (cw; nursing!! SFW!!)

Kieran is a baby/infant regressor and his age range is 5 months - 3

He is probably the most shyest out of the gang of regressors and would rather like to do his own thing than be with anyone else, mostly because he's scared. And also very sensitive. Like anytime someone gives him a bit of attitude or raises their voice, he is in tears

⬇️ He also gets REALLY scared if something about the O'Driscoll's, since I imagine him having a REAL hard time while being with them. And I imagine someone like Sean or Micah giving him a jump scare with one of those paper masks with Colm O'Driscoll's and it leaves poor Kieran in SHAMBLES (and also if you've seen the fanart, you'll know what I mean)

Even with his quite self, he's found himself loving nature. Like he's such a nature boy and he loves any place that's like a creek or any muddy area. And he doesn't know better, to be honest. Like he could be gone for hours, and he's been behind the camp just playing in the mud or trying to eat what grubs or worms are in his hand reach and EVERYONE is looking for him LAMO

He's very nervous around most people, and especially little's. This mostly comes from Sean and Micah absolutely being the worst influences for him when doing things, but he does have a bond with John. Like both of them are little and they stare at each other like "who are you??" and touch each other's faces

⬇️ He also has a great relationship with Karen! Like if she isn't looking after Sean, she's mostly seen with Kieran. And he loves her and thinks of her as a sort of mother figure. And since he can regress really young, he's also been seen being fully nursed by Karen (NOT IN AN NSFW WAY WEIRDOS!!!!)

If he's not out in the great outdoors, he'll be with whatever stray comes near him, dogs, cats, even wild animals. Arthur only worries for him because he could get rabies or something and he doesn't want some damn disease from an "O'Driscoll". And plus with how he is out in the mud and such, it just adds to the concern (but he's actually got a great immune system :) )

Arthur had gotten enough of his antics of leaving without a word and being found only hours later, so he got a baby leash for Kieran to keep him still. Everyone thought it was the worst idea ever, and then they all realized just how much Kieran would crawl away, so they just all ended up agreeing LAMO

Another thing, is that Kieran is always been too scared to say what he needs, like if he's hungry or he's wet. Like he'll stay STARVING for days and yet not say something because he's scared he'll be laughed at for asking for simple things (which is what happened while he was with the O'Driscoll's)

He won't say much about it, but he loves more feminine things while being little. And when he's extra, extra tiny, he'll wear a little bit of pink or maybe have a ribbon or two in his hair, but he's still shy about it. So that's why he stays mostly with Sadie, Tilly or Karen, because they understand that he just wants a little bit more to do with "girly things" and that's okay!! (I say those for those boy regressors that sometimes love girly things too!! Shout out to my boy feminine regressors!!! :D)

[small-artist-oc-showdown]

A collaborative OC story with your partner, huh? Well it looks like YOUR PARTNER’S OC FROM THE SAME STORY IS HERE AS WELL!! SAY HELLO TO @insertsona’s LUCIFER!! He’s ALSO some kind of canine who goes by he/him!

...Oh. Ohhhhh boy. Fun fact, this was the first REALLY long submission I got! Cut time baybee :3

“oh god where do i start. uh. he has a toyhouse here -> https://toyhou.se/17736012.lucifer 

lucifer is a character in my partner and i's collaborative oc story!!! hes the oldest brother of five hes aroace hes my poor little meow meow he even becomes a twitch streamer (canonly)((after he gets better)) 

his introduction to the story is through being spoken about negatively . he casts a shadow over his younger brothers narrative and leaves an aching hole in everyone else's. when he finally makes a physical appearance it only hurts. 

hes a guy who spends so much time trying to forget the past that its arguably all he thinks about. a guy that holds on and doesnt let go even though he wishes he could. a guy that is so pathetic and yet so strong (to me.) a guy that despite his best efforts he is still just like his family and that every decision hes made linked back to how much he Cared. how even though he comes off as cold and distant below that he Cares. he cares so much and it Hurts and its killing him a little and it Scares him. 

he just wants his family to be okay even if he cant be!!!! he wants the best for the people he loves even if that doesnt include him!!!!! he wants things to be okay for the others and hes so scared and . he doesnt know what to do or how he can fix anything and he cant bring himself to think about what already has happened and everything hurts so much and he Hates It and he wants to move on but god he Cant and hes still holding onto an old friendship even after everything even though he wants to hate that old friend and . your honor 

he tries so hard to be strong he tries so hard to keep himself together but he is slowly falling apart . he cut out his own siblings in an act motivated by some twisted concept of protecting them . he cant handle change to the point that change breaks him . but he wants things to change. he wants things to get better. hes tired of this. but he cant handle change. hes tired, hes overworked, hes frustrated, hes falling apart, hes Afraid. hes Afraid, he is Afraid, He Is Afraid.”

Poor guy :[ Why should you vote for him?

“a vote for lucifer is a vote for pathetic men everywhere!!! hes got all the best dynamics . tragic siblings . tragic childhood friends . tragic losses . you name it he has it (tragic edition) . he has soo many issues hes like a wet paper towel . hes my son wet who has every disease he was born in a wet cardboard box all alone do you understand me 

you should vote luci because i am literally obsessed with him and can go on a very long rant about him unprompted . i have a 243 song playlist for him that i still add more songs to . is this anything”

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Couls I please request Pietro Maximoff dating Frank Castle's/The Punisher's daughter headcanons <333

Pietro Dating the

Punisher's Daughter

Headcanons

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reader: female | Frank x reader (Platonic) | Pietro x Reader (Romantic)

type: headcannons + Drabbles

notes: I may be back at it idk, I do know that I've been bingeing stranger things so you guys may get fics for that soon

Warnings: none, I mean, spying? Uh. That's it? Slow burn ig

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The first question to ask is how did you even meet Pietro?

On the battlefield? While teaming up with the Avengers?

No

He spilled hot coffee all over you: you're two cups of hot joe and two pastries splat, right on your fannel

"oh no! no! No!"

"Ah- I. Sorry, sorry, does it burn?"

"This is my dads-"

Oh. FEAR

He's immediately trying to rub it out with you, luckily the fannel's dark, and it looks like a wet stain with the jelly from the pastries gone.

"I think, yeah, you look brand new."

"Yeah, thanks haha."

"Pietro." He stuck his hand out.

"Y/n."

"I'll buy the coffees for you again."

"No. No, don't worry about it, really."

That was it too, you weren't the prettiest girl that's for sure, Pietro opted out for a more "girly girl" make-up, dresses

and you were, well you were stocky, no makeup, with a fannel, jeans with military boots.

You weren't the girl Pietro would look for or even go after

So when you both kept showing up at the small coffee shop it was a nice little friend to say Hello too

And soon that turned into sitting together

Just a quick how your week was and that usual bs

10-minute chat turned into 20, and 20 to thirty, 20 to an hour

You both often see each other with cuts and bruises but never asked

simply because you know you don't wanna be asked and he doesn't wanna be asked, so you both just knew better it seemed.

Franks fucking annoyed

WHERE TF IS HIS COFFEE

Also, it's cutting into bitchin with each other over "breakfast"

Finally, he has enough one day and just drives down to go get you.

Low and behold: there the two of you are: like some romantic couple, smiling and laughing at one another over

Pietro would admit if you asked, he had it wrong, looks aren't always everything

He enjoyed the conversation with you: you two could talk about just anything and have a smile on his face, and the same with you.

Frank, reeled back at first: he was gonna let you come to him with cold coffee...again.

"Here."

"Thanks."

"Mhm."

"Cold again, they must be getting real busy in there as of late."

"Yeah, unfortunately." Y/n chuckled.

"So who's the boy?"

"The coffee guy? Robert? or Angelo something like that." Y/n told.

"Hm. We'll just go somewhere else then-"

"What!? No!" Y/n complained, "I. I just really like the pastries here. Maria makes them from scratch."

You'll never admit it to Frank

But he knows already,

Involves Matt and Curt, on "research" fuck he even pulled Karen and Madani in

"Who's this kid?" Frank argued.

"Kids from Sokovia," Matt spoke slapping papers down on the desk

"Twin brother to Wanda Maximoff,"

"The Scarlet Witch?" Midani asked picking up the papers, "Newest addition to the Avengers."

"What do you got on him?" Frank asked Midani.

"Came here with his sister, sponsored by the one and only Tony Stark."

"He lives in the Avenger's complex." Curt added, "Securities a bitch, but was able to find a good place to scout."

"Karen?"

"Yeah they pretty much cleared it up, yet if he's on the Avenger's he has to have some type of power: some type of enhancements or powers," Karen added.

"Enhancements?"

"Well. Yeah, Here."

Karen took her own pages out and spread them out, "Captain America: chemically enhanced, Ironman: has technology beyond our age a full suit of armor, Hulk: chemically enhanced, Thor: A literal god from a different world, Black Widow: though not know it's easy to say she too had been chemically enhanced and the same for Hawkeye."

"So?" Curt asked, "It's a Weirdo's club."

"Yes, Curt, it's a Weirdo's club, a Werdio's club where they could end the whole country if they truly wanted to." Matt spoke up, "But better yet if Frank could be normal and introduce himself, I'm sure the country would end..."

"What's that suppose to mean Murdock?"

"Let's be honest, if you just introduced yourself to Mark, Y/n and him could have been very happy, even if it didn't last long," Matt spoke, obviously throwing shade at Frank.

"How do you know about Mark!?"

Ah yes Mark, you're only "boyfriend" previously, that Frank scared away.

Karen's point was that if these people had super powers, Pietro Maximoff most likely had powers as well and he should tread with caution

He didn't: he never does

But Matt had a point even tho he didn't want to admit it

So there he is knocking on the doorframe to your door.

"Hey old man."

He smiled, "Hey kid."

He walks over as she moves her feet as he sits down: "Still wondering what you're ordering for dinner?"

Frank chuckled, "Chinese?"

"Sounds good." Y/n smiled he smiled back shortly just to look back down between his legs at the floorboard below.

"Look, Kid, I know. I know you're good with this independent study crap, and I know you're responsible, you can handle yourself."

Y/n let the book fall into her lap, her hand on her temporary bookmarker, "uh, yeah thanks."

"But."

But was never good, Y/n gulped: did she have to go back to school? Ew. Did she have to stop patrolling with him?

"I. I gotta know who this guy is." He told her.

"Guy?" Y/n questioned.

"At the coffee shop, white hair, from Sokovia, Name's Pietro Maximoff?"

"Pietro? The guy I talk with at the coffee shop? We're friends-" Y/n started, but soon stopped, "How'd you know his name?"

"That's not important-"

"You spied on him!? Didn't you-"

"Kid-"

"Who'd you'd involve in it!? Curt? Midani?!" Y/n argued, "What you get Karen and Matt too!?"

Frank was quiet as Y/n fell quiet too; "You...involved Matt and Karen..."

"Kid-"

"I get Curt and Midani! But Matt and Karen!? And they helped!?" Y/n argued, "You all tell me to trust you but then instead of just asking you just get the government on them!?!"

"And you!? You lied to me!"

"Last time I was hanging out with a boy you scared him shitless I lost my only friend!" Y/n argued.

Well, you did have a point there.

And next time you see Pietro you apologize for it, he laughs and actually says he's wondering why he saw someone on a rooftop

wow, Curt real stealthy

Anyhow he says don't worry about it: but the only way he's going to forgive you is going with him to a Tony Stark Party

You agreed, shit why not

You guys spent the day talking: now that you know he's an avenger you tell him about you're own dad.

"The Punisher? Hm, this bagel is really good- That's the guy who kills criminals right?"

"Yeah...I'm his 'sidekick' I suppose."

Jaw dropped actually as you said that

Shit you're even cooler to him

"No way-"

"Yes..."

"So like...if I'm bad you're gonna pull out a gun- do you-"

There's sudden a pistol between the two of you

OH SHIT YOU DO CARRY A GUN WOAH- wait. where were you hiding it?

"I'll forget everything if: you come to the party with me and show me how to work it."

"Fair enough."

That's a total ten in his books, you're a ten now.

You're happy that he's okay with it

Also glad he's so...overly excited about it.

So you give him your address, and he promises not to tell anyone.

and you go your separate ways after about two more hours of just PURE blabbering on to one another.

Also exchanged numbers

When you get home: franks not there, and you're in your room looking at your limited clothing

What do you wear to a party?

You went with dark jeans, and a flannel you tucked into you're jeans and went to steal a belt from Frank.

Okay....a few buttons undone with no bra? Play it a little Billy Hargroves style...yeah...yeah you can do this.

Okay...yeah... yeah...

You hear a knock on the door and there's pietro.

"hey-"

"Hey..."

"Wow..."

"Too manly?"

"wow..."

Y/n waved a hand in front of Pietro, "Uh? hello?"

"Wow..."

Pietro exe has stopped working

It's funny really

Finally, he reboots though, and says you look like some sexy lumberjack that fights bears in a forest

Thank you?

God he's weird, but you love it- Like it, you like it

you guys walk till you find a cab

and the cab takes you away

Then Frank comes home, and you're nowhere to be found: he figures you're still mad at him, and he knows you come in through the window often, so he'll just chill out

and totally not become paranoid as he looks at your room.

your usual backpack is right there, just in arm's reach

No

That's being a bad father: But...in his defense he is worried

He decides to give it till nightfall

so he goes through it literally when nightfall is barely upon but there's really nothing there to make him worried.

Where could you be?

But he finds the number on your desk, with Pietro's name written on it and a game of tik take toe

Oh. He knows his best chance now

He makes his way over and sneaks in easy peasy

but oh guess who pins him to the wall, it's Matt Murdock.

"The hell you doin Murdock!" "What do you think!? Keepin' you from making a huge mistake." "Dress all up all fancy" "Had to dress the part, here put this on."

He does as forced.

"Why are you here Murdock?"

"Watchin' out for my dear niece."

"She's not you're niece."

Anyways so you stick out like a sore thumb you feel like, but Pietro keeps calling you the prettiest of the room.

You find that really hard after meeting Black Widow.

But everyone's super nice

And thor wants to challenge you: friendly of course

Pietro says you could win easily.

He's very much complimenting you all night, telling you how easily you could kick ass easily: and look like a hot lady that fights bears in the forest

Odd compliment, but it's sweet and adorable.

So you start complimenting him back.

Shameless flirting

Even Clint and Steve are gagging at it from the couch across from you

Like you were literally having a conversation with the two a second again: and then all the sudden you and Pietro were flirting with each other

"Oh but we're just friends" Steve's ass

Scott comes out and just blatantly tells you two you're a cute couple and then proceeds to sit between you two and introduce himself to you

"I'm Ant-"

"Ant-Man, I know. You're my favorite back street hero."

"I like her, keep her."

And suddenly you're talking to Scott the whole party

Talk about a cock blocker

You figure it's a good way to tease Pietro anyways, giving full divided attention to Scott's story on how he stole his superhero suit.

Okay, wait the whole store is actually unnecessarily entertaining.

"What about you? You know? Superpowers? Cool suit."

"Uh...normal, you know as a 19-year-old on independent study."

"So...no cool suit-"

Y/n pulls out a gun, causing Steve and Clint to spit out their drinks back into their cups out of shock.

"Pistol's all I can fit on me."

"Its warm..." Scott spoke, "Where do you fit this- WHY IS IT WARM-"

"May I have my date back?" Pietro asked.

Cut to Pietro literally stealing you back.

because he wants to "show you something"

and Frank's hidden in the crowded walls and sees Pietro pull you along.

someone will be getting an ass beating rn

GUESS WHO WALKED LITERALLY INTO FRAME AS YOU TWO ARE HAVING YOUR FIRST KISS

"This was the plan earlier," Pietro admitted, a small table with flowers in the middle, and a few coffee pots sitting on hot plates along with pastries, creamers, and a few sugars.

"I don't know what you drink. So. I made, a few."

"Is this what you were working up to Maximoff?" Y/n chuckled, "It's cute."

"I never did pay you back, for the coffees."

Y/n smiled, "Much obliged,"

It was amazing to say the least, maybe not the coffee, oh no Y/n didn't believe Pietro actually knew how to make coffee, but the thought of it was sweet, and changed the bitter-tasting coffee to sweet and non-burnt. They laughed back and forth in the chilly night air.

"Yes, Scott...he uh." Pietro chuckled, "Nice, but, needs more than a hint sometimes."

Y/n smiled, "I think he's...cute"

"Oh? Cute?" Pietro chuckled leaning against the railing with her, "Maybe I should help a friend out and set you two up?"

"Oh please, he's a bit too old for me, worth it for the storytelling though." Y/n teased, "plus...boys who spill coffee on me seem to be my type."

Pietro smiled at her as she smiled looking down at her mug.

"It's a bit chilly out-" Y/n spoke looking back at him, "feels better than..."

Y/n paused her cup being taken out of her hand, she let it slip from her fingers and cleared her throat looking away, "Feels better than inside, so stuffy with all those people."

"yeah..." he admitted.

It was silent, "Fuck it?" y/n asked.

"Agreed." He answered as she quickly kissed him, pressing her lips to his roughly.

it's Frank and his boyfriend matt

You pulled away so quickly and pointed your pistol at him and he did the same

Reflexes and all

But you and Frank continue to argue at gunpoint until Matt has to Daredevil kick that shit out of your hands.

"Oh, is this? Spy dad." Pietro asked

"Watch it, Pretty Boy," Frank argued

"Okay. let's calm down." Matt cut in.

"Shut it, Murdock!" Y/n and Frank shouted.

"Please," Y/n added in a softer tone.

Literally becomes the mediator for you three, Pietro is stuck between it.

Oh, he got himself into a dysfunctional family? yeah, he was in love with Y/n for sure

[seth-shitposts]

Let's see I'm getting my thoughts in order here.

So.

I have a to write list that's going to keep us busy:

The last two (+bonus) chapters of Conversationalist

A mystery event piece

Jealousy, Ft Lando (🔞)

Edits to an unnamed NSFW piece that's been done I'm just nervous- (the rough draft is done, im going to go over it with one of our friends today i think)

Two chapters for a collab we're doing with a friend

Really any of the prompts sitting in our docs

And then also

A project we will start posting once Conversationalist is completed.

Originally was going to be a short one shot, but then we got attached.

So how it went down:

Seth read a rebel comic that followed an imperial droid and it was such a sad ending. He gave Alex the big ol eyes and said "we can't leave him out in the cold🥺🥺🥺"

To which Alex folded like a wet paper towel.

So now we're working on a side fic following 264, the courier droid that the ghost crew nabbed on lothal when searching for kanan that Chopper promptly pushed out the ghost.

Ima give you the sparknotes of the follow up comic.

Lil guy here, 264, was found in the exact spot the show left him by some local farmers. He decided to stay with them and help them around the farm. Until the empire showed up and arrested the farmers for stolen imperial equipment.

He was reassigned to an outpost on a frigid, inhospitable planet where he was miserable and continuously mistreated by the imperials. There, a captured Sabine Wren had been brought in and 264 recognized her immediately. He set her free and aided the ghost crew in escaping. He was found by the rebels, he could join them.

Zeb recognized the droid, but wasn't able to have much conversation before the ship got trapped in a tractor beam. 264 jumped off ship, choosing to stay behind to release them from the tractor beam so they could get away. The imperials went "What is wrong with this droid" and left him outside in a junk heap.

The comic ends with him thinking to himself that the rebels know where he is now, so he just has to wait for them.

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Seth: and that makes me want to CRY. He's still out there in the cold!! 😭😭😭😭😭

Alex: so now we're writing a follow up to it about (fulcrum!)Kallus finding him and fixing him up.

Anyway @foxxxtransformer123 Guessed The Droid so here's 264's response to this post.

Also bold is translated, as Kallus understands the droid, that will be written.

"And why's that? You're one of the top agents in your field." The only reason why this agent would bother with this game is in the hope that 264 will lead him to the rebels. Maybe he can use the borrowed time he has to send the agent running in circles.  "Because I have also defected."  … …… "Agent, I have a very limited response bank, but I am doing the best I can to make this response special. Just for you." 264 hopes he's coming across as sarcastic as possible. "You are misleading me, into a cave of deceit. You must be desperate if you're going to create a ruse such as this one just to get me to tell you where those rebels are." The agent doesn't make any move  to stop 264, so he continues while he still has the ability to. "I was going to just send you on wild ghost chases with no inkling of success and revel in wasting your time with what little I have left, but frankly," 264 whirring indignantly, "I'm just so insulted that you thought I'd believe that. I may be cross wired and have no better place to rot than this scrap heap, but I am not the fool you think I am."  The agent looks so entertained by his spiel. And then the… the… 264 rattles in frustration at not having some foul word he can call this agent. Whatever. The agent laughs, utterly infuriating 264. 

The Renascence of 264 is going to be a multichap fic. First chapter is pretty much complete, just wanna brush over it again and finish outlining the plot of the fic before we choose to drop it, and I want to finish Conversationalist before we start dropping it. ^_^

[ayfinchwrites]

TOMORROW// Jeong Yunho

Type// Oneshot

Genre// fluff, cozy

Words// 1.3k

Blurb// When your day begins with your roommate’s cat knocking over a vase, everything seems to take a turn for the worst. That is, until you stumble upon a little coffee shop in the rain owned by a sweet barista willing to lend you a hand.

Yunho Coffee Shop AU

The bell let out a tinkling chime as you pushed your way through the door. Having forgotten your umbrella, you were nearly soaked through and unable to piece any thoughts together outside of cold and wet. This little coffee shop had seemed to be the only thing open at this late of an hour, you recalled yourself cursing each time you had come upon a locked door beforehand.

String lights were hung from the beams on the ceiling and emitted the faintest orange glow. There were two armchairs positioned in front of a fireplace to your right. Not wanting to ruin a chair you pulled one of the wooden ones out from under a nearby table and dragged it over, your jeans sloshing with every step. You sat down with a heavy sigh and reached your hands over to the flames.

Shit, you still had about three blocks to go before you'd reach your apartment and the rain didn't seem like it would let up anytime soon. It had all started with this morning, if your roommate's cat hadn't knocked over that vase of flowers you might have left on time and had remembered to grab your umbrella. And you couldn't even be mad at her, because after looking into Byeol's wide blue eyes all your anger had diminished. It was San who had left the vase near the edge of the countertop anyways. You made a mental note to give him a playful punch on the arm for it later.

"Excuse me," A soft voice murmured.

You glanced up to your left. A man with soft brown eyes and a cautionary smile towered above you. The soft edges to his face and the slight wave to his dark hair made him look ethereal to say the least. While you had believed it to be a metaphor, you found yourself, quite literally, too stunned to speak. All that was running through your mind now was how beautiful the person standing beside you was and how much of a soaked rat you must be looking like right now. You ran a hand over your hair and tried to find something to say in reply.

"Um... would you like this?" He handed you a white paper cup with a kraft cup sleeve.

You blinked in reply and accepted his offer, holding the drink in both of your hands. It was pleasurably warm and soothed your aching fingers.

"Thank you," You managed.

"No worries, you look like you could use a warm drink," He mused in reply, "Would you mind?" He gestured to the open armchair beside you.

You shook your head, beads of water fell from your hair, "Not at all."

As he got seated you glanced over your shoulder and realized that the coffee shop is entirely empty save for one younger guy on his laptop in the far corner.

"Do you normally have much business this late?"

He smiled slightly, "No, not really."

"Then why stay open this late, if you don't mind me asking?" You blew on your drink and took a small sip. Whatever it is has some strong spices brewed in it. It tasted like Autumn. Your eyes widened and you took another sip.

He chuckled at your reaction, "I enjoy it. You'd be surprised at how many people randomly find their way here late at night and need a warm drink or some useless advice from a barista."

You smiled at that. The fire was making quick work out of drying your clothes. You set your drink down and peeled off your jacket so it could dry better.

"I could understand that. It seems very peaceful late at night."

He nodded in agreement.

"Plus," He added, "I made a promise to a very persuasive friend."

He glances over at the guy in the corner too immersed in his work to notice. He had large headphones positioned on his head over his dark hair and several bracelets stacked on both of his wrists. A denim jacket was slung over the chair beside him and you can make out the edge of a tattoo peeking from beneath his right t-shirt sleeve.

"He looks... cool." You said.

He chuckled, "He'd like that you said that. I won't tell him, he'd gain too much confidence from it."

You observed the way his nose crinkled slightly at the thought.

"You talking about me Yunho?" The guy in the corner pulled one side of the headphones off his ear.

Yunho's eyes widened and he shook his head, "Of course not, go back to making your song."

"Hey, it's turning out really good. I hope people like it." The song maker spouted.

"They will." Yunho mused in reply.

His simple words are full of reassurance and even you felt calmer because of them. Your eyes wander to the clock ticking above the fireplace. It was a quarter past two and you were feeling grateful that tomorrow was your day off. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you slipped it out into your hand. Thankfully it was waterproof or this would have been another disaster to deal with. You clicked on the screen.

"Where the hell are you?"

A text from San. Then another,

"You're alive right??"

You shot back,

"Yes. Forgot umbrella. Currently sitting in a cafe soaking wet lol."

"My roommate was wondering where I was." You explain the text's to Yunho.

He nodded.

"I have an umbrella you can borrow if you need to get home now."

"You do?" The thought of a warm shower sounded amazing, but you also did not want to the leave the company of this beautiful stranger so soon.

"Yeah, let me grab it for you." He stood up front he chair and disappeared through an archway behind the counter.

He returned with a clear umbrella with a wooden hook handle.

You had finished your delicious drink, so maybe it was time for this night to end. You sigh and stand from your chair.

"How much for the drink?" You asked him.

He shook his head and waved a hand dismissively.

"So free drink, I use your fireplace, and you're giving me an umbrella all for no charge? That doesn't seem fair."

"Well, this umbrella is the only one I have so I will be expecting you to return it." His eyes gleamed and a smirk passed over his pink lips, "Say... tomorrow?"

You dipped your head slightly to hide your growing smile, "I can do that."

You collected your jacket and sent San a text that you'd be home soon. You both made your ways to the entrance at a comfortably slow pace. His side brushing your shoulder gently with every other step. He pushed the door open, that bell chiming softly once more, and revealed the harsh sound of rainfall. He propped the door open with his boot and pushed the umbrella open through the door.

He held it out for you and you received the handle from his grasp, stepping outside beneath the umbrella. The sound of the raindrops on the umbrella made you slightly sleepy.

"Thank you again." You stammered and offered him a smile.

He shook his head once more, "Did you like the spice drink?"

You nodded.

"Okay, so tomorrow I will have something else for you, perhaps something with whipped cream?"

You widened your eyes and he chuckled, taking that as a yes.

"See you then." He affirmed.

"See you." You sang in reply.

You stepped away from the coffee shop and out onto the empty street, your stomach doing flip-flops at the thought of seeing him again tomorrow. You pondered the set of circumstances that had led you to pushing through that door an hour or two ago and a soft smile spread across your lips. You made your way home, expectantly awaiting the events of tomorrow.

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

You’re the only person that loves kenneth the way I do and I had an IDEA okay so Steve opening up to Nancy about his past relationships, telling her he’s dated men, and she actually takes it well, considering the time, and he tells her he actually loves to be submissive, and he really likes bottoming, and she asks about some of the guys he’s dated/slept with. He doesn’t name names BUT he says if she’s open to it, maybe they could have a threesome some time and bring in another guy. They talk about it and agree AND SO here comes Kenneth, and during the whole threesome he is coaching Nancy on what Steve likes, how he likes to be talked down to, and she’s never seen Steve like this, but it’s HOT and she watches as he totally falls apart under kenneth and anyway I thought you’d like to know

-yikes

@yikesharringrove Thank you for the ask babe 💘

Ahhh! I love this it is seriously mind melting. So much so that it's inspired, me to write something about it but it's incomplete and I'm not sure I'm feeling all of it so a messy lil snippet.

Warnings for: Degradation, blowjob, Dom/sub

“Now get on your knees." Steve glances over at Nancy and Kenneth barks out "Now!" Steve's spine goes rigid as he drops to his knees. "Still know how to be a good bitch I see. Come here and get me ready. Only thing that pretty mouth is good for." Kenneth unzips his jeans tugging his soft cock from his underwear and jeans.

Nancy watches wide eyed, thighs squirming, heat in her belly as Steve shuffles forward attention on Kenneth’s cock. He reaches a hand forward and gets it slapped away. "Don't be stupid you know what I want. Hold your hands behind your back." Steve whines looks properly chastised as he forces his hand back and links them together at the small of his back. He shuffles the rest of the way forward, leaning down to mouth at Kenneth’s cock with a soft noise. "That's a good bitch." Kenneth groans and Steve makes a higher noise, relaxing into the position as he takes the hardening cock into his mouth.

"He really likes it when you talk to him like that?" Nancy wouldn't have thought, does not think she would like someone talking down to her like that but Steve does not seem to mind. In fact he seems to be getting off on it if the way his cock fills out tenting his khakis is any indication. 

Kenneth watches her for a long moment before nodding "You have to paper in a lot of praise too. I'm not calling him stupid outside of this or anything. He doesn't need to get in his head about it. But when he's like this he's into it. Too focused on being a good bitch to let any of the degradation do anything but make his cock fill out.” Kenneth’s voice is low as Steve starts mouthing at his cock, attention split between her and Steve. "You should try it."

Nancy’s own attention is split. "Me?" She mumbles with distraction as she watches Steve’s eyes fall closed, eyelashes dark against his skin as he wraps his mouth around the tip of Kenneth’s cock, giving a few long sucks before sliding lower with a self satisfied hum as a big hand strokes through his dark locks.

"Yeah, you."

"I don't know what to say." Kenneth uses his free hand to become her closer, leans in and whispers against her ear telling her exactly what to do. "Really?" She asks wide eyed. Kenneth just nods and removes his hand from Steve’s hair making room for hers.

Nancy leans over a bit one hand one Kenneth's shoulder to balance herself the other hand tangling in Steve's hair and giving a hard tug. He moans, mouth dropping open, saliva dripping around Kenneth's now fully erect cock, shinny with spit. "You can do better than that bitch. It's like you're not even trying. Like you don't want this cock." Nancy’s voice is high and unsure in the beginning growing firmer with confidence as she uses her hold to pull Steve completely off of Kenneth's cock.

Steve strains against her hold whining when she just pulls harder, until his hazy eyes flutter open as his mouth drops in a pretty o “Please.” Mouth wet with his own spit that trails down his chin.

Nancy glances up at Kenneth who nods encouraging her to keep going. "Beg." She demands, voice hard as she shivers, delighted by the way Steve’s eyes haze further. It is strange but undeniably hot to see him like this, she wishes she had found out about this sooner and cannot wait to see more.

“Please.” Steve rasps again, voice already a little horse from barely any time at all spent on Kenneth’s cock and she cannot help but wonder how much better it is going to sound after even more time. Wants to know how long it would take him to lose it for the evening, wants to see him choke on it as he bobs.

Kenneth’s hand brushing against hers as he pets through Steve’s hair before pulling a fistful on the other side drags her out of her musing. She glances at him, sees his full attention on Steve, eyes dark and boring in. “Like you mean it. I know you can do better than that. If not I’ll find someone better, someone who really deserves a taste of my cock. No-”

Kenneth cuts off, the corner of his lips twitching up as Steve cuts in. “No, no! I’m better, I can do better. Please. Please let me suck your cock. Please let me have your cum. I’ll do better.” Steve’s arms strain like he is fighting with himself to keep them where he was told.

Steve’s eyes are wet, threatening to spill over and Nancy is entranced so it takes her a moment to notice Kenneth has lulled his head in her direction looking at her. When she does finally look at him he smirks, tipping his head toward Steve as he asks “What do you say Nanc? Do you think he really means it?”

Nancy rests he head against Kenneth’s shoulder as Steve’s big pleading eyes turn on her. “I don’t know-” She has more to say but Steve shakes his head, more wet dripping down his cheeks as he strains against their hold.

“I do, I mean it. Please Nancy, please let me have it. Please!” Steve begs sniffling. It makes Nancy hot and wet, the control she has over him like this, the way he looks so pretty, so desperate.

“What do you say Nanc?” Kenneth asks, deferring to her while his eyes are focused solely on Steve. Part of her wants to say no, just to see what happens but a part of her also wants to see what happens next. She is caught in a spiral of indecision she is unfamiliar with as she keeps them hanging.