#like i enjoyed him! he's talented (and he's everywhere) but i wasn't going out of my way to watch stuff he's in

[crehador]

brother crab's spring 2024 first impressions: wind breaker

LET'S GOOOOOOOOO MY MOST ANTICIPATED SERIES OF THE SEASON IS HERE AND IT IS BANGING

first off i have not read the manga, i love delinquent nonsense but decided to wait for the anime because i just knew the cast would be stacked (and it is)

secondly i was ngl largely looking forward to this one because HELLO ICHISAMA LOVECHILD LOOKING MFER

so my reasons for picking this series up (voice actors and ichisama) are probably not the conventional lmao but even setting that aside and taking an objective look at the first episode...

it was really good! the action sequences especially, both in the op and the episode itself, were so good that i had to pause the ep to look up the staff. not at ALL surprised to see series composition is by the guy who's done that work on other big name series like zom100, jjk, csm, mp100, and more

we haven't really met any of the characters besides sakura yet, so time will tell on group dynamics and such, but sakura is already a really compelling mc to me. we love a punk with trauma in this household

anyway this is only the third series on my absurdly long planning list to air this season, but it's already looking like a strong anime of the season contender for me. we'll see how boukyaku battery goes bc i'm a sucker for sports anime but for now wind breaker is strongly in the lead

[s0ulryo]

Headcanons for dottore in his time in the academya with a crush who's nice and friendly with him?? Love seeing this loser obsess with someone who showed him kindness for the first time lmao

Il Dottore Having a Crush Headcanons [Sumeru Akademiya Edition] ⋆*.✩‧₊˚

[Dottore x Reader]

Synopsis: Il Dottore having a crush on another student.

Tags: Mostly fluff, a little crackish, soft headcanon, slight cw obsessive Dottore, and slight violence.

Notes: Oocish? Proofreadish??? I love Dottore. I ran out of ideas after the third sentence #igetstuckeasy. Gets really rambly. It's not super great so i might fix it later Also, it’s like 4 am :sobs: ALSO THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST ANON <3333. Please tell me if you enjoyed!!

(Reader is always gn unless otherwise specified.)

Dottore being shunned for being a "monster" and "madman" wasn't anything new – he was kicked out of his home for his scientific experimentation concepts, and now he is being rejected by the students and teachers at the akademiya for the same thing.

However, you are the exact opposite. Most of the time at least. Before you associated yourself with Il Dottore, you were admired and respected by your peers. You weren’t as smart or as talented as the other students, but you were a pleasant person to be around and that’s what the other people at the akademiya liked about you.

The way you met Dottore wasn't the most...conventional. You saw Dottore getting beat up by one student in a classroom, and you were feeling like a menace that day; so you simply hit said bully over the head with a book – hard. He’ll be fine right? A small blackout never hurt anyone anyways.

Dottore was confused. He also was quite concerned, you were standing over him and the other guy with a book in hand. Why wouldn���t he be concerned? 

You handed Dottore the book and left the classroom after that. You didn’t know him that well, you saw him around campus once in a while and you heard the rumors about him, but you never really talked to him. In all honesty, you didn’t care about him or his rumors. ‘Madman’ this, ‘homicidal maniac’ that, he’s passing his classes with higher marks than everyone else so he has to be doing something right. Right?

Ever since Dottore ‘met’ you, he’s been preoccupied with trying to find out more about you. Most people don’t hit a stranger over the head with a book. He’s overheard conversations about you and has been trying to find out what kind of person you are. Most people at the akademiya despise him – do you despise him too? Did you want a favor from him? So many questions about you plagued his mind since that day.

The first time you had a verbal conversation with Dottore was after one of your classes. You were having an existential crisis behind a building because you slept through your lecture and didn’t understand half of the material, and he was trying to hide from other students.

“I’m so going to fail, what does this even mean – maybe it’s not too late to drop out...”

“[Name] it’s halfway through the second semester, yes it’s too late to drop out now.” 

At that moment, you started to realize that you didn’t really like Dottore. He’s not…awful, it’s more like he laughed at you mid-breakdown. Yeah, you can have inhumane experimentation ideas, but laughing at your panicked state was a big no-no. (It’s fine, you started to like him more as you got to know him better.)

You proceeded to try to subtly avoid him after that. You were polite to him because you had to be, but you didn’t want to deal with him too much after that conversation, but that’s hard to do when you saw him almost everywhere. Dottore was like gum stuck to your shoe that you couldn’t get rid of. 

Honestly having him around you wasn’t too bad, and after a little bit, you started to enjoy his presence. You kept the bullies away from him, and he helped you pass the classes that you tended to sleep through. Sometimes you felt sorry for him though, he is a little odd – if you count inhumane scientific suggestions as odd; but they’re just suggestions, right? So no harm done. Plus, his ideas were slightly interesting if you thought about it. 

The more you willingly hung out with Dottore, the more he grew addicted to the feeling. After a certain point, he starts to think of you as a close friend. Seeing how you were his only friend.

Dottore as your friend is a good and bad thing. It’s a good thing because he’s extremely helpful when it comes to your classes and he’s an entertaining person to be around, but it’s a bad thing because he’s such a wildcard.

He’ll bully you and pull pranks on you all the time. Your least favorite prank that he pulled on you was when he hid your Sumeru Akademiya uniform from you. Or when he promised to help you study but spoke in Fontaine/Fontais (French) the whole time.

I think Dottore’s feelings for you kind of snowballed. It slowly built up till the realization just kind of…crashed into him. He confirmed his feelings for you after he received a birthday gift from you. It was something really trivial honestly. He offhandedly mentioned that it was his birthday a few days prior and was surprised to see you with a neatly wrapped package the next day at his front door.

“Why are you here [Name]?”

“This is for you Dottore.”

Dottore looks at you puzzled “A package?”

You sigh “A gift you idiot. A gift for you – for your birthday.”

Looking at you like you're the weirdest thing he has seen he says “A gift for my birthday?”

“Yes Dottore, a gift for your birthday.”

“Why would I need a gift for my birthday?”

“Have you never received a birthday gift before Dottore?”

“...No?”

He was pleasantly surprised to see a mini tool kit inside the package. You knew he liked tinkering with stuff, and he was surprised you remembered that. He just kind of stood there in thought for a bit after that and was like 'wow this is nice, someone cares about my wellbeing'.

I also think Dottore would try to impress you by complimenting you or trying to “flirt” with you. Keyword – try. He’s so shit at it, it’s not even funny. He tries, he really does. He just wants you to feel like how he feels when he’s around you. He’s just not as good with his words as you are, though that could be because he was shunned by mostly everyone in his life for his whole life. 

When he’s complimenting you it either doesn’t make a lot of sense or it’s extremely backhanded, and when he’s trying to flirt with you he either forgets what he was supposed to say or just starts to insult you.

“[Name] if you were a…”

“If I was a?”

“I forgot what I was going to say [Name].”

Dottore isn’t really the type of person to do anything when he has a crush on someone. He won't actively try to seek out a relationship with you mainly because he doesn’t want to ruin the relationship he has with you. He may be bad with social cues, but he understands if you don’t reciprocate the feelings he has for you it could mess up your guys’ current relationship.

On a different note, he’d do anything for you. You were the only person who really showed him any form of kindness, even if that kindness was extremely minuscule at first. He appreciates everything you've done for him – whether that’s getting him gifts, or cooking him meals, he’s really thankful you do that for him. He’s just so whipped for you.

Il Dottore is a man that found an obsession with the feeling of being wanted. A feeling that you have provided for him, and one day he hopes he can tell you how he feels.

[canirove]

Friends, lovers... and an orange | Chapter 1

Summary: Since the day Adele was born, people had told her she was destined to fall in love with Mason. Their mothers, supermodels Elizabeth Turlingon and Toni Mount, had been best friends since they were teenagers, and according to everyone, it just meant to be. But after 25 years, nothing of the sort had happened. Nothing, until some photos and a big secret changed it all. 

Author’s note: And after almost two years since I started writing this story... it is finally live! 😅 You are lucky my perfectionist self doesn't allow me to post anything that isn't finished, because you would have have been waiting for an ending for ages, and I hate that 🙈 This is a friends to lovers story inspired by all those conspiracy theories about a couple not being able to be together because their evil management team don't allow them to, but with a twist. I hope you like it, and as always, thank you for reading! 💜

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Elizabeth Turlington and Antonia "Toni" Mount had been two of the most famous models in the 90's. They both got to be on Vogue covers all over the world, walked for the best designers, and became the face of the most important brands in fashion. They were, what you call, supermodels.

Best friends since they met during a casting when they were just 16 years old, Elizabeth and Toni became inseparable, and their private lives kind of followed the same path. They both got engaged and married the same year, and their first kids were born just a few months apart. First Mason, in January, and then Adele in July.

The media had gone crazy about it, saying that they were going to fall in love and get married because they were destined to be together due to their mothers being best friends. But almost 25 years later, nothing like that had really happened.

Mason, Toni's son, had decided to follow his mother's steps and become a model. Unlike many others, he had chosen to start from the bottom, doing castings like everyone else. He had wanted to make a career due to his talent and not because of his last name (he had taken his mother’s instead of his father’s as an homage), and he had managed to do it. Mason was now considered one of the most successful male models, his face basically being everywhere. Brands were fighting to have him on their campaigns, all the designers wanted him on their shows, and your party was nothing if he wasn't attending. He was THE one.

Meanwhile, Adele had chosen a quiet life. Everyone had always told her that she had gotten the best of her parents, her mother's looks and her father's brain, but she had never been interested in modeling. She had focused on her studies and going to uni, and the only thing related to that world that she liked was photography, which also was the thing that she and Mason enjoyed doing together the most. 

Growing up they weren't super close, they were just... friends. They had never been attached to the hip like people expected them to be. That, had actually been their little brothers' case. But their relationship would completely change every time there was a camera involved. 

When Adele turned eleven, her dad gifted her her first proper camera, and Mason was as fascinated by it as she was. They spent the day learning how to use it, and after getting the hang of it, their days would consist in going outside and taking photos of each other or anything they saw. A tree, a rock, the sunset... It didn't matter. They would be gone for hours, though for them time flew by.

As they grew older and busy with their own lives, they started to see each other less often, but the couple of weeks in the summer they spent together with their families were a must, and both of them would bring their cameras and go out to explore. 

"These photos are stunning, Adele" Toni said. 

"Thank you" she smiled.

"What about mine?" Mason asked.

"Lovely too, darling. But she has something you don't have."

"Thank you, mum" he said, rolling his eyes. "Though I agree. Addie here is the talented one."

"Thank you" she replied, Mason putting an arm around her shoulders and hugging her. 

Addie. That had been his nickname for her since they were kids, and everyone else in their families had picked it too. Addie and Mase, something you could still see carved on a tree in her grandmother's garden. They were twelve when they did it, and she almost killed them when she saw it.

"You know, I've been thinking and... Why don't you take the photos for my 50th birthday party?" Toni said. "I was looking for someone, but why pay a stranger when I have you?"

"That's a wonderful idea!" Elizabeth said. "Now you won't have an excuse to not attend."

"You weren't coming?"

"I... I'm just busy with..." Adele mumbled.

"With nothing. You just finished your degree and still don't know what to do next" her mum said. "She'll be there."

"Wonderful!" Toni smiled.

"It'll be a small thing, you will be fine" Mason said. "And if you need help to run away or hide, you can always count on me" he winked.

"Thank you, Mase" Adele smiled.

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Flashforward to Toni's birthday party. The small thing, wasn't small. At all. Adele had already taken photos of over fifty people and more were arriving, and by the time she was done with the photocall, her memory card was full.

"How is it going?"

"Shit, Mase. You scared me" she laughed.

"Sorry" he smiled, that cute dimple of his showing.

"I'm lucky I brought several memory cards with me. A small thing, you said?"

"Yeah… You know my mum" Mason replied, scratching the back of his head. "Do you want to have a drink or something before going back to it?"

"Sure" Adele said. "Just let me put my camera somewhere safe."

Once they were done with that drink, it was time to go back to work, and she filled two more memory cards before Mason went looking for her again. But she just couldn't stop taking photos of all the guests and what they were wearing, of them dancing, talking, drinking, laughing... They all were captivating.

"Mum wants you with us for the cake."

"What? And who will be taking the photos?" Adele asked.

"I don't know" Mason shrugged. "But she wants you there with us and your parents."

"Ok" she sighed. She hated being in front of the camera unless it was Mason the one behind it. Somehow, he always knew how to make her feel comfortable. "By the way, who was that girl you were talking to earlier?" Adele had been drawn to her the moment they had crossed paths. She had the most beautiful black hair she had ever seen, and after taking a few snaps of her, she saw her talking with Mason. Or flirting, to be more precise.

"We were on a shoot together a couple of weeks ago. She's nice."

"And she fancies you."

"What? Nah. She's just a work colleague, nothing else."

"If you say so... But what about that other girl? The one you were seen with the other day, the singer."

"Addie, are you interrogating me about my love life?" Mason laughed.

"No, I was just... It doesn't matter."

"I'm going on dates but I'm not dating anyone. Got what you wanted?" he smirked.

"That's not why I asked. I…"

"Mason, Adele. C'mon!" her mum called after them. "It's almost cake time!"

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By the end of the night, Adele had five memory cards full of photos, her feet hurt like hell, and she was slightly tipsy. 

"Do you think your mum will mind if I don't have the photos ready right away? I think it will take me days to go through all of them and edit them."

"Yeah, don't worry. Take your time" Mason said while helping her pack her camera. "And if you need an extra pair of hands and eyes, just call me. I'm free for the next few days."

"Thank you, Mase" she smiled. 

"Do you want me to accompany you home?"

“There is no need. But if you could wait with me outside until my uber comes..."

"Of course. And we could share it if you don't mind. I'm going back to my place instead of my parents."

"Worried your mum may not allow you to sleep until lunch time?" Adele chuckled.

"Exactly" he smiled.

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"Why is that car taking so long?" 

"I wish I knew" Adele yawned.

"Tired?"

"Very" she said, resting her head on Mason's shoulder. "And a bit cold too."

"Come here" he said, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. It was something he had been doing since they were kids, and it felt natural, familiar… comforting. 

"You smell really good tonight. What perfume are you wearing?"

"Can't tell you, it isn't out yet."

"A new campaign?"

"Yep. You'll get tired of seeing my face everywhere.”

"Of seeing your face everywhere again, you mean" Adele teased him. "But congratulations, Mase. A perfume contract is huge!"

"It is, yes. And I'm really proud of this one. I actually helped pick some of the ingredients."

"You did? That's amazing! Let me smell you again."

"Ok" Mason laughed, moving his head so she could do it better.

"Oranges. Of course you had to pick oranges."

"They are my fave, and yours too” he smiled. “And they remind me of that trip to Italy, the one where we ate the best pizza ever at the beach."

"Oh my God, that pizza was so good… Now you are making me hungry!”

"Maybe we could stop to eat some on our way home. If the uber ever..."

"There it is" Adele chuckled when the car stopped in front of them. "Should we stop at Giorgio's?"

"You know the way to my heart, Addie" Mason smiled while opening the car's door for her.

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"Addie… Addie, wake up. Ad… Adele!"

"What" she mumbled, slowly opening her eyes. 

"Something has happened, Addie. Look" her friend Jourdan said, literally putting her phone in her nose.

"I'm not that blind, you know" she complained while picking it. "What is this?"

"This was published this morning. Is... Is it true? Did you...?"

"Did I..." she said, her eyes finally adjusting to the light and being able to read what was on the screen. "Mason Mount and Adele Turlington caught kissing! The couple was seen outside Toni Mount's birthday party sharing confidences, laughing and getting cosy before leaving together in the same car." "What the fuck?"

"Addie, are you dating Mason? I thought you didn't like him like that" Jourdan said.

"What? No! I'm not dating him and I didn't kiss him!"

"Then why does it totally look like it?"

"It was the angle! I was just smelling his neck!"

"You what?" her friend laughed.

"It's a long story. But I didn't kiss him!"

"Well, the whole world thinks you did. And people are going nuts about it."

"Wonderful. That's just wonderful" Adele sighed. 

Knowing how much people wanted them to be together, she and Mason had always been careful around each other to try to not start any rumours. But that night, they had let their guard down, the idea that there could be paparazzis still waiting outside never crossing their minds. And now, what they had always feared, could have started.

[rarityroo]

Goosebumps

Keigo Takami x Gn! Reader

Hi, I made this while listening to Goosebumps by Travis Scott & Kendrick very great song I 🫶🏻 Kendrick, unfortunately this is kinda long at least in my opinion. Reader and Keigo are in a barley situationship also the theres some sexual tension towards the end. Enjoy!

Your relationship wasn't anything serious, hell it wasn't even a relationship by most people's standards. Hawks was always painted as a player or a bad boy, with a big ego and the raw skill to prove it, if only they knew. I mean they wouldn't be wrong, he was talented and a good hero at least at the start. He puffed his chest acting like the biggest man in the room. In some ways he was, he was the number two hero after all.

But being popular and wearing a mask doesn't stop him from being vulnerable. Behind it all he wasn't Hawks, he was Keigo, and that's the part of him only you can see. Despite his act, you know he's completely smitten by you. But, you seem to effortlessly glide through life although not completely unfazed by his advances. Every interaction with you sends his heart aflutter, yet you remain unfazed, your demeanor never faltering. You know about guys like him, at least you thought you did. It's like a game of cat and mouse, with Hawks desperately trying to win your affection while you remain just out of reach.

He seems to go to great lengths to impress you, it's honestly embarrassing, in a cute way, whether it's showering you with gifts and compliments or acting cocky to impress. Yet, you always seem to brush it off with a nonchalant smile, leaving him both frustrated and captivated by you.

The Pro-hero gala was in full swing, a display of glamour that seemed to reflect Japan's admiration for its mighty protectors. Keigo, as expected, was the center of attention, effortlessly charming the crowd with his very presence. As you made your way through the bustling venue, you couldn't help but be amazed at the sight. It was rare for someone like you, who worked behind the scenes as a secretary at a pro-hero agency, to be invited to such an exclusive event. But tonight, you were ready to make the most of it. And then, amidst the sea of capes, masks, and hero’s partners, you spotted him—Keigo, looking every bit as striking as he did in the headlines. He was surrounded by admirers, his trademark smirk never faltering as he regaled them with tales of his latest exploits. "Yeah, but I can't take all the credit those little sidekicks put in the work." He says as his admirers look at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

You tried to walk by without catching too much attention especially not his, sadly that wasn't going to be an option for you. One of his fangirls pushed you trying to get closer to him, causing you to be chest-to-chest with Keigo. Damn it.

Hawks looked down at you in shock, his eyes lighting up with recognition. "Well, if it isn't [Your Name]," he said, his voice laced with a hint of surprise. "What's someone like you doing at a fancy shindig like this?"

You chuckled, feeling a surge of cockiness despite your earlier nerves. "Oh, you know, just thought I'd mingle with the heroes for a change," you replied casually, trying to keep your composure in the presence of the number two hero. To your surprise, the Hawks didn't seem to mind you bumping into him. Instead, he flashed you a charming grin. "Well, I'm glad you decided to grace us with your presence," he said, his tone playful. "I was starting to think tonight couldn't get any better, but here you are," he said, his voice low and smooth.

You couldn't help but laugh at his playful charm. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Hawks," you teased, feeling a warmth spreading through you at his words. He leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne enveloping you. "Everywhere, you say? I might have to test that theory," he replied, his breath brushing against your ear in a way that sent shivers down your spine. Your heart raced at the suggestive tone in his voice, but you didn't back down, you couldn't. "Well, you'll have to catch me first," you shot back, a playful challenge in your tone. You couldn't let him win too easily.

Hawks grinned, his confidence never wavering. "Oh, I intend to," he said, his eyes locking with yours in a silent promise.

And with that, he extended his hand, "Care to dance?"

And just like that, you found yourself swept up in the gala, dancing the night away with Hawks by your side. No, not Hawks, Keigo, the night was shaping up to be far more than just another run-in with Keigo. Tonight, you weren't just a bystander in his world—you were a part of it, if only for a fleeting moment.

[invalidstories]

Palette of Fate (Part 1)

Warnings: captivity, fear, distress, nightmare

Part 2

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the city, Civillain was lost in the rhythmic strokes of her paintbrush. Art was her sanctuary from the chaos that lived outside her small studio apartment. The city was a place where heroes fought with villains in endless battles. Civillain wanted no part in it. She despised the city's glorification of violence and the way fear lurked everywhere. People cheered for battles that tore their homes and streets apart.

That night as she cleaned her brushes and prepared to go to bed, a sudden darkness enveloped her. Before she could scream, a hand clamped over her mouth, stifling any sound. She felt panic surge through her veins as she was dragged. The world dissolved into darkness as a sickly sweet smell invaded her senses. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, consciousness slipped away from her like sand through fingers.

She awoke to a dimly lit room, the cold stone floor pressing against her cheek. Panic surged within her, heart pounding against her ribs like a caged bird. Where was she? Why was she here?

Before her stood the figure of nightmares. It was the embodiment of terror that had haunted the city for years - Villain. His face obscured by shadows, his eyes glinting with malice. He was everything she hated, cold, evil and ruthless. His presence sent fear through her, causing her breaths to become short and shallow.

"Why am I here?" Civilian tried to mask the fear in her voice, but her eyes betrayed her.

Civilian's heart hammered in her chest as she awaited Villain's next move, her mind a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty. But instead of revealing his intentions, Villain smirked, clearly enjoying the torment of his captive.

"You're quite talented, aren't you?" Villain's voice dripped with malice, sending shivers down Civilian's spine. "It's a shame it might go to waste if your little hero friends don't show up soon."

Civilian's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to comprehend the meaning behind Villain's words. What did he intend to do with her? Was she doomed to spend the rest of her days in this wretched place? In what lifetime will the heroes save anyone?

With mocking laugh, Villain disappeared into the shadows, leaving Civilian alone with her fears.

The next morning, she found herself in a new room. It had a small mattress, an attached washroom, and a few clothes. But, that wasn't what caught Civilian's attention. It was a box filled with canvases, paint, and brushes. For a moment, Civillain dared to believe. Perhaps, there was a bit of humanity buried beneath Villain's icy exterior. But as she reached for the door, only to find it locked tight, the truth came crashing down upon her like a tidal wave.

She was still a prisoner, still at Villain's mercy. The room offered her a brief break from the dark that surrounded her. But, Civillain knew that she could never be free until she escaped her captor.

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Days turned into weeks as Civilian languished in her prison. Villain had lost hope that anyone would come for her, especially those self-absorbed heroes. He tossed and turned in his bed, but sleep wouldn't come to him. Giving up, he went to work on his plans to make those heroes pay.

Suddenly, he heard screaming. His curiosity piqued, and he walked toward the sound. His footsteps echoed through his silent lair's halls.

Opening the door, he froze when he saw Civillain, who lay tangled in her sheets, her face contorted in terror, tears streaming down her cheeks. Villain watched for a moment, a strange sensation stirring within him. For the first time in a long while, he felt something akin to empathy.

With a sigh, Villain approached Civillain's bedside, his movements surprisingly gentle. He reached out a hand, hesitating for a moment before tentatively brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Civillain," his voice was soft, lacking its usual edge of cruelty. "You're fine. It's just a dream."

Civillain's eyes snapped open, startled by Villain's unexpected presence. But as she met his gaze, she saw something there that she had never expected - kindness.

For the rest of the night, Villain stayed by Civillain's side. He chased away the shadows of her nightmares with whispered reassurances. The first light of dawn crept in. Civillain hoped that Villain wasn't the monster she had always believed him to be.

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[httpsdana]

𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟏𝟑

summary: Barça players and talented footballers. Souls meet and sparks fly. But there's always a twist when it comes to love isn't there?

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

previous part -> next part

Gavi didn't snitch. He actually managed to keep his mouth shut. But the guilt was eating him from the inside. He couldn't keep this kind of secret from his best friend, when his other best friend is.

If Pedri found out that Gavi knew and didn't tell him, he's not gonna like it. So Gavi decided he wanted to tell Pedri, but in an indirect way so that Ferran doesn't know it was him.

"Pedri! can we go to your house and play Fifa after training?" Pablo said, getting Pedri's attention

Pedri smiled and nodded. "sure invite Ferran too" he said.

"why don't you also invite your sister?" Gavi suggested. Pedri looked at him suspiciously raising his eyebrow for an explanation

"I-I didn't mean it like that . I meant that she seemed to enjoy her time with us last time so she might as well enjoy it this time" Pablo stuttered, looking everywhere but Pedri's eyes.

Pedri nodded slowly, shaking the bad thoughts from his head.

"yeah I'll tell her too. Oh Ferran! down for some Fifa after training?" Pedri said, as soon as he saw Ferran

Ferran was about to nicely decline, when Pablo spoke up first

"y/n is gonna be there" he said. Ferran glared at him, before he looked at Pedri who was giving Gavi a weird look

"um...yeah sure" Ferran couldn't refuse a chance to see his girlfriend who he only lastly saw once after their breakfast.

"great. I'll take you with me then" Pedri smiled, before walking away on the pitch

"what are you trying to do?" Ferran said to Gavi, stepping closer to him

Gavi took a step back and shook his head.

"nothing. i just knew you wouldn't have came if y/n wasn't there am I not right?" he raised his eyebrow.

Ferran rolled his eyes, walking away too.

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"I'm here. where are you?" y/n asked, rolling her eyes at her twin brother.

"we just got out of training. we'll be there in about 5 minutes only. just wait" Pedri said annoyed through the phone.

y/n hung up, and waited for Pedri to arrive so she can enter his apartment.

After waiting for a while, Pedri finally arrived with Ferran and Gavi trailing behind him.

y/n smiled at them, giving each a hug before Pedri opened the door and they stepped inside.

"what's with you inviting me to every hang out with your friends anyways?" y/n asked Pedri when Ferran and Gavi entered to the living room

"they enjoy your company, and seems you are too so why not" Pedri shrugged, before following his friends to the living room.

y/n went to the kitchen to grab a cup of water. With her back turned to the door, she filled up her cup, not noticing Ferran arriving behind her, until he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. y/n almost yelled before she noticed the rings that made her know it was Ferran.

"Fer, you scared me" she giggled silently, turning to look at him. He smiled, leaning down to kiss her lips softly. As soon as their lips touched, y/n pulled away, making Ferran pout.

"Pedri might come here any second" she said in a low voice. Ferran's pout deepened, making her heart melt at his expression.

His puppy eyes were irresistible, so she pecked his lips a few time, making him smile.

"just go. Pedri is here" she pushed him away. He grinned before kissing her quickly and running back to the living room

She shook her head with a smile, drinking her cup of water before following him to the living room.

They played some Fifa, making teams of two, with y/n and Ferran on one team, and Pedri with Pablo on another one.

"you're such losers" y/n chuckled, as her and Ferran beat the other boys in another game

"you two play Fifa the best, it's not even fair to have you on the same team" Pedri complained, y/n stuck her tongue out at him, making him push her shoulder.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom, try to find a team that you can beat us with" y/n grinned, before getting up from her seat

Ferran waited for a while, before he spoke up

"I'm gonna get some water" he said.

Pedri hummed, while he was too focused on the game, and Pablo nodded his head, watching Ferran's moves. He saw that he didn't go in the direction of the kitchen, and instead to the hallway where the bathroom was.

Pablo wanted to think quick of a way Pedri can follow the other two without making it obvious.

Meanwhile, Ferran knocked on the door of the bathroom. "just a second" y/n said from inside.

Ferran waited until she opened the door, and when she did, he didn't let her out and instead pushed her back inside and closed the door behind him.

His hands quickly reached down to her waist. y/n giggled silently, when Ferran lifted her and sat her on the big bathroom sink, getting between her legs while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"what's are you doing?" she said, still grinning at his movements

Ferran didn't reply, only pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply to stop her from talking. y/n was taken back by his sudden action, but soon started kissing him back with the same force.

Pablo wanted Pedri to get up immediately without him knowing why. So he got up to kitchen and grabbed a knife, he cut his finger a bit until there was blood gushing out of it.

Pablo winced, walking back to the living room while holding his bleeding finger

"hey Pedri, can you get me a bandage, my finger is bleeding" Pablo said in a pained voice.

"y/n is still in the bathroom, just wait until she's out, the first aid kit is in there" Pedri said, not tearing his eyes away from the game he was playing

"she's out already, come on my finger is actually hurting" Gavi said.

Pedri looked at him, and noticed the blood on his finger. He got up and walked to the bathroom, without even knocking, he barged through the door.

y/n and Ferran jumped at the sudden opening of the door, then realizing Pedri's presence when he yelled.

"what the actual fuck is going on here?!" he yelled. He pushed Ferran off y/n, making him hit the wall.

y/n's eyes widened at Pedri's anger, feeling her heart beating rapidly as she stood back on the floor

"Pedri it's not what it looks like" she raised her voice, while Pedri looked at her with pure anger and hate.

"you're fucking making out with my best friend, what the hell y/n?!" he walked closer to her, while she stepped back.

Gavi now appeared behind Pedri, glad his plan worked but he also hated that he had to ruin many things like Ferran and Pedri's friendship, and most likely the relationship of Ferran and y/n

"mate just calm down so we can tell you what happened" Ferran said, stepping closer to Pedri.

Pedri glared at him, raising a warning finger at him.

"if you take a step closer I'm punching you in the face. get the fuck out of my house" Pedri said through gritted teeth.

y/n motioned for Ferran to go, knowing that Pedri would actually punch him.

At this moment she wish she could just go back in time and tell Ferran no. She ruined her brother's best friendship, and she hated herself for that.

"and you, you better not appear in front of me again. I don't ever wanna see your face fucking again" he said to y/n.

y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Gavi take her away from here" Pedri said

Gavi nodded, and Pedri left the bathroom. y/n felt her tears starting to fall,dropping to ground, and soon started sobbing. Pablo felt guilty, for making the twins fight.

He walked closer to her, putting his hand on her shoulder while she was sat in the ground of the bathroom. She looked up at him, seeing his bleeding finger. She wiped her tears and got the first aid kit, helping him clean his cut and put a bandage on it.

"let me take you home yeah?" he said softly.

y/n nodded, walking to the living room where Pedri was. He looked up at her with despise. y/n wanted to start crying all over again at the look on his face. She never thought she'd see her twin hating her like he did at this moment.

She grabbed her phone and keys, before walking out the door, with Pablo behind her. He took the car keys from her, telling her that he'll drive instead.

The drive was silent, while y/n was trying her best to keep her tears in.

"I'm sorry y/n" Pablo mumbled, making y/n shake her head. He was apologizing for what he did, while she didn't know it. She thought he was just being sympathetic.

"it's not your fault, I should've seen it coming" she mumbled back, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

Gavi sighed, only hoping that the friendship and siblings relationship that he ruined will be fixed soon enough.

[sehtoast]

Aphrodisiac (Homelander x OC)

18+ | 5k, marathon sex, mild degradation, face fucking, aphrodisiac use, aggressive sex, ruined orgasm, orgasm denial, ceiling sex, floor sex, couch sex, bed sex, window sex, every flat surface sex basically, semi-public sex, elevator groping, multiple orgasms, overstim, dry humping, thigh humping, Homelander being Homelander, spidersona oc, porn without plot | Fic Directory

Inspired by the spider lotion debacle

There was never a day where the incessant bitching didn't grate on his nerves. Every fucking minute around Ashley seemed to consist of listening to her grind an entire department to dust over product error or oversights that even the world's least talented dipshit could notice. 

On one hand, he enjoyed watching her get worse. Seeing each and every little strand of hair fall out, piece by piece, literally pulling it out over her role as manager. On the other, it was fucking annoying. 

Until now. 

“And it's attracting horny fucking spiders!” Ashley shrieks into the receiver. “I don't care if you have to stay here all night– fix it now! If I see another wolf spider running around R&D to go fuck a bottle of lotion, you can forget giving your kids a Christmas this year.”

The words went in one ear and right out the other, but he did catch one phrase in particular that was oh so relevant to his needs and wants. 

Horny fucking spiders!

Not in the literal sense, of course. The last thing he needed was those eight legged pests vying for a piece of him, but he did have one spider in particular that he was more than happy to attract. 

One spidery man named Benjamin, that is. 

“What was that?” He asks with a lilt of amusement and true curiosity. Only one of those wasn't fake. 

“Oh, sorry, sir!” She shrimps away slightly. “Those idiots in research and development were making a new lotion for Spider-Man's upcoming cosmetic line, but, for whatever reason, it's attracting a bunch of spiders– I hope you're not arachnophobic!” She gives a nervous laugh. “Look up some time, there's cobwebs everywhere!”

He hums and purses his lips, shaking his head with a roll of his eyes. 

“Ashley,” he says lowly. “Do apex predators need to look up?”

There's that spark of fear, that helplessness that he fucking loves. She squeaks a negative noise. 

“No, sir.” 

“Then why the fuck would I care about cobwebs?” He snaps. “Or bugs for that matter?”

As he turns on his heel to go do his own research, he can't help the devious grin on his face. 

Horny spiders? What kind of cocktail of mistakes attracts such unpleasant pests– and, better yet, what are the odds that it would work on his spider?

The nerds in the lab give him some long winded explanation about chemicals. Something about compounds mimicking pheromones in sexually responsive female spiders, but his smile grew like the cat that got the cream. 

He plucked a jar of it from a staging table, giving in a deep, savoring whiff. 

It didn't smell half bad. Citrus scented, like Benjamin prefers his products. Lime and a hint of something… herbal– basil, perhaps. But, overall, very soft. Gentle even on his bloodhound nose. 

“Not bad,” he shrugs. “Mind if I keep this? I don't really give a fuck about the spiders.” 

The lab rat had little to say in the way of protest. Really, though. Who the fuck was going to tell him no? 

Homelander decides to grab a second jar on his way out. 

Back in his penthouse, he strips down in front of a mirror.  Stares for but a moment to take in the sight of himself.

The contradiction between his suit and his real body always did disappoint him, but he’s a little less harsh on himself these days.  Benjamin’s influence, he supposes.

With a sigh, he dips his fingers into a jar and pulls out a healthy glob of lotion.  He slathers it on his neck, where he knows his skin will remain exposed.  Homelander applies slightly less on his upper body, and barely bothers with his legs at all.  He does, however, apply it heavily to his core, painting his inner thighs, his cock, his sack, even his hole and cheeks with the gentle scent.  He can already sniff out the unique bond it creates with his natural smell and he hopes with every fiber of his being that his plan will work.

For good measure, he rolls his slicked body around in their bed a little.  Maybe the lingering scent will help him get lucky again when they lay down to sleep at the end of the day.

He doesn’t have to wait long at all to test his plan.  Tuesday was generally considered a boring day, full of meetings and stupid shit that none of them ever liked to bother with.  However, it couldn’t possibly stoke more excitement in Homelander at the realization he’d be standing before his little spider discussing boring old numbers.  It was the perfect opportunity to see if it works.

It didn’t take long at all for the team to trickle in.  Benjamin, with his mask on, greeted him with a hidden wink and a wave before taking his seat beside Noir.  The stragglers trickled in and he began.

“Now, you guys,” he started.  “I’m not one to lecture, but can any one of you tell me what the fuck is going on that we all collectively dropped a percent?”

The Deep raised his hand– because of course he did.

He hardly listened to anything that fish fucking moron had to say, instead focusing on the sound of something so very beautiful.  Something that was picking up in intensity bit by bit, damn near unnoticeable at first.

Thump thump.

Homelander’s almost kicking himself by the time he realizes.

Thumpthump. Thumpthump.  Thumpthump. Thumpthump.

When the deepened breaths kick in, he knows.

While A-Train and The Deep begin to bicker over whose most recent stunt was at fault for tanking their numbers, Homelander instead takes a minute to peer over at Benjamin.  He lets only the faintest smile crack his all-business expression.

Even those cute little emotive lenses were wide.

Benjamin’s heart rate had gone up quite a bit– blood pressure, too.  Underneath that red mask were a pair of cheeks flushed damn near the same color.  Dilated eyes.  

He can practically hear the bug gulp.

The web-head was more than well aware of his innate ability to clock his arousal at any given time.  God knows Homelander abuses the power on the regular, but it plays a special role today.

It makes him far more excited  to see how this goes. 

Homelander meaders innocently around the V shaped table for a time as he takes over the conversation once more, making his way to stand behind his little spider.

“Tell you what, though.” Homelander smirks.  “Bug boy here has been doing a great job with his assignments.”  He drops his hands on top of Ben’s shoulders, giving light squeezes that surely felt much more powerful to the receiver. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of Benjamin’s arousal.  “Does everything I say, never misses details.  Doesn’t launch fucking dolphins out of windshields.”

Across the room, The Deep averts his gaze to the ground.

“He’s a good boy.”

Benjamin begins to sweat at the mere fucking contact.  Something was different, something was very fucking different, and he wanted to jump Homelander’s bones like never before.  Whatever it was, he couldn’t name it.  At first, maybe he thought it was something about his appearance.  He did look extra handsome, but nothing seemed… different?  Same undercut, same suit, same handsome smile.

He still dominated the room just as he always did.  Still toyed with each of the members in his own cruel ways– well, playful ways with him, cruel only to the others.  

Ben simply couldn’t figure it out.

Until he said that.

The way he moved when he said it.  Homelander had leaned down to say it right next to his ear and he’d caught a whiff of something.

He had no idea what it was, no clue at all, but the intensified smell made his entire body go rigid and his cunt clench.  Ben tried to be subtle about his building arousal, but he knew that extra deep inhale didn’t go unnoticed.

Not with the way Homelander winked at him as he took his place at the head of the table once more.

Worse yet, now that Ben had caught that scent, he couldn’t stop smelling it.  It seemed to permeate the room.  It was everywhere.  Like it had embedded itself into his olfactory bulbs and it was all he could fucking smell.  Not even the complimentary Vought brand coffee with its typically overpowering odor could dominate his senses.

He squirmed through the whole meeting. Crossed his legs, clenched them tight.  Heard his heartbeat in his ears for the whole duration.  By the end, he knew he’d soaked a small patch right into his suit, and thank fuck the fabric was dark enough that it wouldn’t be visible or he’d be truly mortified.

Benjamin remained in his seat as the others left the room.  Used to be they’d give him sympathetic looks every time Homelander directed him to stay afterward, but it had become the norm over the past year.  Once they’d all left, he pulled his mask off.

“Did you hear a word I said?”  Homelander teased, pressing a button on the table to lock the conference room doors.  “Or were you too busy leaving a snail trail on your seat to notice?”

“I did, I–” Ben stopped as soon as his voice quivered.

“Really?” Homelander inquired, stalking over to stand behind him.  “On your feet.  Tell me what today was about.”  He was thrilled to the point of bursting to know it was working.  Oh the fun he was going to have with this…

Ben rose from his seat, head light and clouded with lust.  The wet fabric of his underwear grazed his hardened clit and he all but stumbled.  Before he could even speak, Homelander’s hands were upon him and that scent was fogging his senses tenfold.

“You can’t tell me, can you?”  John smirked, pressing himself against the web-head’s rear.  He discards his gloves and reaches around to swipe his fingers over Ben’s clothed cunt, chuckling darkly at how wet he was already.  The other hand trails up to lodge his thumb in the bug’s mouth and he feels Ben’s entire body react to the taste.  “Feels like you were too busy making a mess of yourself to care.  You’re fucking drenched.”

Ben’s hips rock back against him, head tipping to make room for the lips beginning to peck at his neck.  The taste of Homelander’s skin is sweeter than he normally tastes. Sweeter than anything he’s ever had in his life.

He moans around the digit.

“Pretty little thing with my finger in your mouth.” Homelander purrs in his ear, fingers rubbing at his soaked core.  “Bet you wish it was my cock instead, right?”  He presses down against Ben’s tongue.  “Answer me, pretty boy.”

The bug nods furiously, hips pushing forward to seek more pressure from the hand between his thighs.  He bites against Homelander’s knuckle, drawing forth a deep, dark laugh from the man behind him.

Within seconds, he’s forced onto his knees and Homelander’s cock is lodged firmly between his lips, pounding the back of his throat without any buildup.  He gags twice, but ultimately takes little time at all to adjust to the girth filling him, moaning with every opportunity for breaths, hand dragging Homelander’s pants down enough to toy with his balls.

The taste from before is infinitely stronger and Benjamin feels his slick pool even more through his drenched underwear. But he wants this, wants this so fucking bad he can hardly stand it.  He wants to get used, wants to be fucked in every way imaginable.  Something more powerful than his own mind demands it.

“That’s right, fuckin’ choke on it,” John grits as he rams in hard, holding himself there.  “Fucking slut, all wet for me in a meeting of all things.”  He reaches down and lovingly taps against Ben’s cheek.  “Bet you’re so horny you’d have let me fuck you in front of them!  Claim you, take you apart with an audience.”  He draws out and drags his shaft across Ben’s flushed face.  “You were made for me– made for my cock.”

Ben nods, mouth open and tongue wagging out to catch his length once more.

Homelander begins to jerk himself off, tip pressed firmly to that needly little tongue that was just begging for his load.

“That’s it,” he growls between slick strokes.  “S-Swallow every drop and show me!  Show me how good you take it– ah!”

He moans freely through his orgasm, eyes fighting to stay open so he can watch every spurt that paints his lovely little Benjamin’s mouth and face.  He watches it pool along Ben’s tongue, shoot onto his upper lip, a little on the flare of his nostril.  With a hand in his hair, he tips Benjamin’s head back.

“Swallow,” he orders, pleased as can be when his little spider does so without any objection and shows him an empty mouth.

With a pleased pat to Ben’s cheek, Homelander pulls his pants up, smirking wickedly at the desperate, whining complaint from his love bug.

“Oh, you didn’t think I was gonna fuck you after this, did you?”  He muses playfully.  “I know I said you’re a good boy, but you’re too good.  Y’see, you ranked higher than me this month and that, babe, just hurts my feelings.”

“Wh– I didn’t mean to!”  Ben says desperately, crawling toward him on his hands and knees.  “Please, Johnny!  I need–”

“Mmm, nah.” He sighs theatrically.  “I don’t think I can right now.  Besides, the board of directors are gonna be using this room soon.  They’re probably already outside the door, so you should probably get cleaned up…”

With a whine bordering on truly pathetic, Benjamin wipes his face clean of come and saliva and rises to his feet.

“What a shame… I’d have liked to, though.  You just had to be such a good boy and outdo me.  Oh well,” Homelander lilts, unlocking the door and making his way out.  “Maybe next time.”

Next time comes fairly quickly, as does he.  Roughly an hour later, Benjamin cornered him in a hallway and dragged him into some random broom closet.  Webbed the door shut, jerked him stiff– not that it was difficult to do– and begged to get fucked.

So Homelander did exactly that.  Fucked him hard and fast against the wall, pace brutal and unrelenting, catering only to himself.  He spilled a thick load and slipped out, watching with satisfaction as it leaked from Ben’s sopping core and splattered onto the ground.

His little spider begged him for more, of course.  Begged for anything– fingers, his mouth, anything at all, to no avail.  Homelander left him there, desperate and nearly unhinged, to bring himself to an unsatisfying climax.  

Even then, it wasn’t nearly enough.

Homelander went about his daily bullshit duties for a time, relaxed and in such a great mood from having gotten off twice in one morning.  His little scheme had been more than rewarding and anything that came after was simply a bonus.

He slips into the elevator, deep in thought, but is pleasantly surprised to find his little love bug in there as well.  A glimpse through the mask lets him see just how feral the look in Ben’s eyes had become.

The elevator shuts.

“Lovely weather we’re ha–”  He tries to jest, but Benjamin pounces on him in an instant, forcing him back.  Homelander grins gleefully at the way Ben clings to the wall, effectively caging him.

“We’re going to your place,” Ben all but pants.  “And you’re going to make me come as many fucking times as it takes.”

What a delicious offer.

“Am I now?”  Homelander teases.  Ben lifts his mask just enough to expose his mouth before diving in on his neck.  Teeth sink into his flesh and the sensation tingles right down to his groin.  Never enough force to puncture, but just enough to make him fucking feel it.  “What’s got you thinking you can make me?”

The elevator was rising and anyone could come in at any moment.  They’d be caught red handed, but neither seemed bothered.

Those teeth bite even harder– probably as hard as his little spider possibly can– and he chuckles darkly.  

“Oooh, a bug bite,” he muses.  “Maybe they should call you Mosquito-Man inste– oh!”  He bites off a gritty moan.  In the midst of his tease, Ben reached down, pressed his fingers back to his taint, and pushed hard.  “Oh ff–”

The elevator dings and the doors open to the floor of his penthouse.  Benjamin, smirking, drags him down the hall.  As soon as they cross the threshold, the bug throws him against a wall.

“Do you,” Ben purrs with a trembling voice, “have any fucking clue how horny I am?”  He buries his nose in Homelander’s neck and takes a deep, long sniff.  “You smell like fucking sex!  That doesn’t even make sense, but–”  He licks a thick stripe from jugular to jaw. “You fucking do.”

With a dark chuckle, Homelander rips the mask off Benjamin’s head and takes a handful of his mussed hair.  He forces Ben to back up and throws him onto the leather couch, admiring the view of his spread legs and the darkened patch of slick soaking between them.

He leans forward until he’s crawling up the length of Ben’s body like a predator stalks its prey, fangs bared and eyes dark with the thrill of the hunt.

“I can still smell my come in you.”  

The statement alone is enough to make Ben’s cunt flutter with excitement.  In a flash, his suit and underwear are torn from his body and his dripping pussy is exposed to the voracious man before him. 

Homelander’s tongue swipes between his folds before he even has time to beg for it.  Ben’s head falls back with a cry of bliss, relief and excitement swirling in his head all at once.  His thighs are pinned to his chest and John makes the loudest fucking slurping sounds with every pass.

“F-Fuck!”  He mewls, trying desperately to rut against the tongue washing over his bud– but Homelander holds him in place.  When that warm, wet muscle delves into his hole, he keens and thrashes his head back and forth.  Ben’s hands grab desperately for anything, anything at all.  “Johnny, please!  I– No!”  He cries when it all halts abruptly.

Homelander comes back up with a slick soaked chin to kiss him, slotting right between his legs.  He swallows Benjamin’s complaint with a messy kiss, licking his taste inside.  Homelander was not a giving man by any means, but he wanted his little spider to indulge in the delicacy of himself.

He rocks his hips forward, mind hazing at the grind of the cup in his suit against his cock.  He mimes the act of flat out fucking Benjamin, grinding and humping against him with an otherworldly force.  If the bug were anyone else, his pelvis probably would’ve shattered by now.

Ben tangles his hands in Homelander’s hair and tugs harshly.  His hips rise and fall to meet each thrust and every brush of John’s suit against his clit makes him see stars.  He moans freely, unabashedly with each stroke and, oh, it feels so fucking good! 

He changes direction to start prying that stupid fucking suit off of Homelander.  All but shreds the cape, peels the top layer off and that scent hits him full force again.  With his legs around Homelander’s hips, Ben rolls them onto the floor with a heavy thud.

“Oooh,” John lilts.  He puts up no fight when his boots and pants are tugged free, and especially doesn’t complain when Ben suckles the tip of his cock through his briefs before ripping them clean off.  In seemingly a flash, the tip of his cock is breaching Benjamins’ cunt and that heat transcends his body and floods his mind.

With a needy little moan, he grips Ben’s hips and impales him in one sharp thrust.  His ego swells at the noises his little spider makes at the adjustment.  Ben is so wet he practically slid right in.  It’s always good, but now?  Seeing him so desperate, seeing such an unhinged look in his little spider’s eye– god, it made it even fucking better.

Benjamin starts riding him desperately.  There is no coordination to his movements, no sense of dignity or pride to be upheld with the frenzied way he fucks against him.  His eyes roll back, his head lolls around, and he moves like his life depends on it.  When Homelander tries to sit up, he shoves him back.

Ben digs his fingers into the tufts of hair on his love’s chest and lets the setae in his digits embed.  A dizziness rises from his cunt all the way to his head and the room fucking spins.  His breaths leave in frantic, heaving gasps.  He’s close, he’s close– he’s so fucking close!

Hands come down hard against his ass and grip with a punishing force to direct his movements.  He tries to fight it, tries to keep his own pace that was going to be enough, but Homelander would always win in a game of strength. 

His whimpering complaint becomes a pathetic moan as the cock filling him begins fucking him at a pace far more brutal that what he could accomplish himself.  Homelander fucks deep, fucks hard and furiously, strikes his cervix damn near every time and it hurts so good.  Ben falls against his chest, mind drifting away until he’s being rammed against a cold surface.

He peers from under heavy eyelids and the whole fucking room is upside down.  He’s pressed to the ceiling, whining and keening as he’s fucked raw.

“Think you’re gonna overpower me!?”

He doesn’t have it in him to even shake his head.

“Think I can’t take control from you in a fucking second?”  John grits between snaps of his hips.  Ben’s helpless sounds are like a fucking melody in his ear.  He reaches down and presses against Ben’s clit and gives the slightest rub that sends him over the edge.  His melody is a symphony screamed for him, only for him.  He doesn’t stop rutting, doesn’t stop fucking into him hard and fast even as Ben’s cunt flutters and clenches over and over again. By all means he should fucking let off and make Benjamin suffer the rest of the day for shoving him back like that.

“Think I can't take whatever I want!?” 

But he doesn’t.

Homelander drops down to the floor, keeping Benjamin impaled on his throbbing cock with ease.  He walks them to the window and slips out just long enough to spin him.

“Bet those fucks in the building across the street can see you,” he snarls.  He rams his cock into Ben so hard the glass creaks in protest.  Each thrust is pointed, accentuated by his words.  “Little.  Fucking. Slut! Show the world how good you take me. Let ‘em all see what a little whore you are!”

The cold from outside seeps through the fogging glass, penetrating Ben’s skin with an icy chill that contrasts the fire burning inside him.  He wonders if anyone can really see him like this.  Oh, if they only knew that their beloved Spider-Man was getting railed by The Homelander himself.  

Homelander leans back to take two bruising handfuls of Benjamin’s hips to push and pull him back and forth on his cock.  In turn, the web-head shoves his hands against the glass to push himself back into it.

“God, it’s fucking pathetic how bad you want me,” Homelander grits through clenched teeth.  “Dripping onto the fucking floor!”  

Ben squeezes his eyes shut and shoves back with all of his might, audibly cracking the glass and sending them both stumbling backward.  John catches him by the waist but doesn’t interrupt the motion.  They collide with the statue of Atlas, sending it and all of its beauty to the floor to shatter.

Homelander slips out of Ben and lifts him with one arm to the bedroom, shoving him onto the edge of the bed and yanking him just right to ram back inside with a throaty groan.  He reaches down and grasps a handful of those unruly brown locks and makes Ben stare into the mirror on the wall.

“Watch yourself get fucked.” He commands with an exceptionally sharp snap of his hips.  “Look  how fucking helpless you are!  I can do whatever I want to you, and you fuckin’ love it!”

Ben stares through lidded eyes.  He’s drooling, he’s got tear tracks down his face and handprint shaped bruises already forming at his hips.  And Homelander?

He looks like a fucking animal.  His eyes glimmer with specks of gathering crimson.  His fangs are bared, his brow is knit, and every muscle in his body flexes with restraint.

“Look at me!”  He demands.  As soon as Ben’s eyes meet his in the reflection, he slams into him hard once, twice, and a final third time before blowing his load deep inside.  His jaw tenses hard and his eyes screw shut.  A tense, rattling moan emerges from within his chest and he presses tight against Ben’s rear.  “That’s it– oh, fuck yeah!”

In Homelander’s blissful stupor, Ben seizes the opportunity to shove back and escape his grip.  There is always, always a point when John comes in which he is totally at ease– and the flicker of red behind his eyelids gives it away all too well.  Ben splays him out onto his back, right along the edge, and bends his legs toward his chest juuust enough to–

“O-oh, fuck–” Homelander keens.

Benjamin presses forward, taking his cock to the hilt in a position miming missionary with a special twist.  A reversal of sorts.

Maybe he’d let the switch up slide for a minute.  He always did like this position.

The web-head ruts forward and fucks John’s cock into himself with practiced ease.  Homelander’s legs wrap around his waist and the strokes deepen.

He can feel slick drooling down his balls and Ben looks like a glorious, fucked-out mess above him.  The bug’s clit grazes the base of his groin with each shallow thrust and he swears he sees something nearly rabid dance in those sweet, chocolate eyes

“Good boy!”  Ben gasps. “Lettin’ me fuck you– lettin’ me take what I want!  Knew you would, knew you’d let me have fun too– mmm, fuck!”

He wants to roll his eyes, but Benjamin feels so fucking good at this angle that he doesn’t know what to even do or say.  

“S-So good, baby,” he coos.  “So fucking hot!”

He relaxes a leg and shimmies a hand between to stroke his little spider’s nub and the stutter of his hips satisfies him to no end.

“That’s– ah– that’s good…” Ben mewls.  “Oh, fuck, rub my cock, baby!”

His fingers dance through the threads of come and slick between their bodies as he brings Benjamin higher and higher.  He watches his little love bug begin to hold his breath and thrust faster, harder, more and more until–

He all but screams, hips stuttering and legs quaking while his body practically fucking convulsed from his orgasm.  Ben heaves a sharp breath and his mind all but completely shuts down when that scent somehow floods his senses tenfold.  He collapses forward, engulfed entirely in the aroma.  His limbs twitch, his lower lip quivers, and his cunt doesn’t stop pulsing.  “Wh– what– I…” he tries, but no other words come out.  His vision starts to fade and the sheets hit his back.

He feels Homelander moving inside him again and he can’t even think.  He’s lost in the haze, lost in John, lost in whatever that fucking scent was.  Whatever it was– all of it– he just knew he fucking needed more and more.  Even when his vision whites out from his next climax, he needs more.

When he’s fucked with his head hanging off the bed, blood rushing to his skull, he needs fucking more.

Even when his cunt is overflowing and come soaks the mattress, when Homelander nearly lasers his fucking head off, when the walls are charred, when he’s confident he won’t be able to stand, when he’s fucked and eaten so raw he can’t even feel between his legs, he still needs more.

“Wh– What the fuck…” John pants weakly in his ear.  He’d finally collapsed, finally gone limp. Even his legs were beginning to tremble. “It was just fucking lotion, how are you–”

“Wha..?”  

Lotion?  

“The f-fucking– you know!  The cosmetic line. Your stuff.”

Ben peered up at him halfheartedly, barely coherent but just enough 

“S'fucking, I dunno. Hold on…” Homelander slung his arm over to the nightstand and palmed around for the jar. When he found it, his fingers dipped into the opening. He forgot to close it. 

Ben's eyes shot open the second the jar came near. 

“It's… Those dipshits in the lab fucked up. It's a horny spider magnet.” He explained with a weak grin. As if unconscious of his actions, Ben began to grind weakly against his leg. “I didn't think it'd work, but fuck… It worked.”

Ben looked at him in disbelief, but the way his body reacts to the simple change in proximity tells him it’s true.  How fucking funny, too, that the jar would sport his V-bodied spider crest.  Almost like it was designed specifically to reduce him to a begging wreck.

“You m-mean you– John!”  Ben whines and buries his face into Homelander’s neck.  The scent lingers strong there, making the throbbing between his legs begin once more.

“Not my fault you’re so fucking insatiable, babe.  That’s on you.”  He snorts a laugh.  Homelander trails his hand to Benjamin’s lower back and rubs soft, soothing circles.  “And no, I don’t know how long it lasts.  I just snagged it from the labs and uhh… slathered it all over myself… And rolled it onto the covers.”

“I’m gonna kick your ass– but later,” the bug promises playfully.  He slides his slicked core against Homelander’s thigh with languid rolls of his hips.  “Just… Lemme–”  If Homelander was somehow tired, then he’d just have to help himself.  “Fuck...  Thigh for now, dick later, okay?”

With a yawn, Homelander nods in agreement.  “Deal.”

It was going to be a long night.

[katrin-may]

Drawing

CW: fluff, some cuddles, reader artist (na'vi), Neteyam calms the reader, support.

TW: tears, some sadness.

Au: Hello, I was inspired by this art to write this drabble(?). Thank you for waiting and reading me. I hope you will enjoy. enjoy reading!🥰

Oh, I also ask you to just rely on this art and finish the rest in your imagination.

Credits for art:https: //www.instagram.com/p/CnwKPC-vn-Y/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

Softly touching the paper with your pencil, you began to draw lines. You sat leaning against a tree and watched a group of friends sitting nearby, including Neteyam, Kiri, L'oak, and other acquaintances. They were sitting and laughing, chatting about their own things. But you were attracted to one particular fellow, the oldest of them. And now you captured that moment on paper. You were known in your country as the best and usually the only artist. Your sketchbook was full of drawings of local nature and the people of your clan. Because of your talent, you were welcome everywhere except...

- Are you following us? - answered the biggest boy in the company of the chief's children.

- Yes, she's definitely following us," said another of those with a bow-face.

- No, not at all," you shouted back at them and stepped back from your work.

- Of course, you're always on our tail wherever we are, and with that notebook of yours.

- Come on," Neteyam didn't punch his friend¹ in the chest hard enough to let him know he had to stop. - She's just doing her job. - He shifted his gaze to you, and your breathing quickened.

- It does. Then why is it that every time I look around, she's always sitting on my tail, squinting in our direction?

- Maybe she likes you," Neteyam smiled, glancing from you as you drew on to your friend, who was already blushing, but it wasn't clear if it was anger or embarrassment.

There, in your sketchbook, is a sketch of Neteyam with a smile on his teeth, and the rest.

- We'll teach her a lesson later," the big man whispered to his skinny friend.

Some time passed, and the friends began to leave. There was no one left in the clearing except your two friends and you, who were sitting nearby. You were about to start packing your things and going to your office when you heard footsteps. When you looked up, you saw the boys. One of them was leaning against a tree and the other was standing over you with his arms crossed over his chest.

- Did something happen? - You asked, clutching the album to you. But it didn't stay in your hands for long, because the man standing above you¹ snatched the album out of your hands. - Hey! Give it back! What do you think you're doing! - You stood up sharply and tried to snatch your thing, but you were held tightly by the other guy standing behind you. The pages were all over everyone you could think of, but it was particularly the Chief's eldest son who got hurt.

- Oh, so that's it," the big fellow grinned, and flipped the album over to face you, where the page was Neteyam in the armor of an Icran rider. And then page after page flipped, and there he was, all over the place.

- And? What's wrong with that? - You grinned.

- Oh, really, what is it? A hobby, maybe? Or an addiction? Neteyam is all over the place! 

- What's wrong with that? He's the son of a chief, isn't he worthy of having many portraits of himself?

- Yes? In that case, where is L'oak in close-up and in every detail? - The question stumped you, and you gave yourself away by blushing. - That's right. - The boy¹ nodded to his friend² toward the fire, and he² dragged you toward the still-cold coals where the company fire had recently been.

- Hey! What are you doing? - You broke free of the skinny fellow's grip, but he was strong enough² despite his weight.

- Look," the big guy grinned, tearing out the pages of the Neteyam's, ripping them to shreds and throwing them into the coals.

- No, what are you doing! - You shouted desperately. The drawings slowly smoldered and distorted.

- This is just a warning. Stay away from us," he poked you in the shoulder with a finger. The other guy immediately opened his arms, and you immediately rushed to the embers. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you picked the stick closer and tried to reach for your creation. The boys left you alone, lurking around the corner for a long time, giggling nastily. You began to cry. You felt terrible, because not only did you think they were good, not bad, but your efforts had gone to waste.

The pictures were torn apart like a jigsaw puzzle, and now you managed to put one picture together, the same one you had drawn just before this incident. You covered your face with your hands and cried even harder.

- Y/N? - You heard a man's sweet, warm voice. You hesitated to turn around and tried to clean yourself up, thinking you could somehow hide your red eyes and the tears on your cheeks that were still pouring down in torrents. You felt a touch on your shoulder and a sudden warmth behind your back. - What happened here? - Neteyam pointed to the fire.

- I... Well... - you hesitated, not knowing what to say, for you were afraid that Neteyam would take you for strange and intrusive.

- Tell it like it is.

- I got very upset and burned my drawings.

- And to be honest? - Sitting down next to you, Neteyam pulled you to his chest and put his arm around your shoulders. You felt so warm and light, and the gentle gesture made you feel somehow calmer.

- That's how it was.

- Then why are half your drawings on the ground right now, and," he pointed to your attempts to collect the drawing. You hid your face against the boy's chest out of embarrassment. Still hugging your shoulders, Neteyam began to gently stroke your head with his other hand.

- Well. Oh. Anyway, your friends... That's them. After that skirmish, they came up to me and decided to destroy what I love... - Neteyam stopped his machinations with your hair, lifting your face by the chin, he looked into your weeping eyes, and then turned his gaze to the drawings.

- Bastards, just like them," the boy said hoarsely and tried to get up, but you put your arm around his waist, preventing him from doing so.

- What do you want to do?

- I'm going to talk to them. It's going to be okay," he took both your hands in his big hands and looked you in the eyes. - I promise.

After a while, Neteyam returned, but his face was bruised.

- What happened? - All this time you didn't move from your seat, trying to get all the pieces of paper together.

- They won't bother you now," the boy smiled and began to help you pick up the pieces of paper.

- What happened to your face?

- Oh, that. It's just bruises, I tried to talk to them, but they solved everything with their fists.

- I'm sorry...

- What are you sorry for?

- For all this, if it wasn't for me, we wouldn't be in this position right now.

- Anyway, they should have gotten what they deserved a long time ago. And that, that was the last straw, they were too rough on you," Neteyam touched your shoulder consolingly.

- Thank you," you smiled and continued packing.

- What was drawn here?

- Mostly you," you said without a shadow of doubt and with complete confidence.

- Oh," the boy stared at you in surprise, and his gaze made you blush.

- What?" - You asked awkwardly, dreading his answer.

- No, it's all right. Maybe you still have some of your works? I've never seen them," your friend said.

- Of course there are! - You exclaimed and rushed off in search of a more or less complete album. - Here it is," you handed the pictures to Neteyam, and you both stared at them. The first page showed a sleeping buttercup and his children, in the middle of your forest. The next was a landscape of a waterfall at sunset, with many fish in the water and birds soaring in the air. All the pages were filled with landscapes and animals, you really liked the nature of your forest, and there were almost no people (na'vi). There were a couple of sketches, really, the rest of the work, all taken apart by the inhabitants of the settlement.

- It really is so beautiful. Where did you learn to paint like that? - Neteyam looked away from the paper.

- I don't know, it just happens," you scratched the back of your head confused.

- I didn't see you draw me, so could you draw me again? - Your eyes widened. You were afraid to keep drawing. What if someone burns all your work again?

- What if someone sees it again?

- I won't let what happened today happen again," and when you saw the confidence in his eyes, you relaxed and nodded approvingly. Taking the paper from the guy's hands, you pulled out a pencil. - Oh, what's the best way for me to sit down? - Netayam began to assume various poses. - Maybe so," he smiled and stretched his arm muscles, showing off his musculature. You laughed.

- As you wish," the laughter changed to a smile, and Neteyam just sat down on the grass, lifted his knees and looked into your eyes. - Is your neck going to be all right? - You looked into the boy's eyes.

- I hadn't thought of that, but I think it will be all right! - Neteyam smiled, and you touched the paper. Drawing line after line, there was already a sketch of body and head and then hair, a cute smile and piercing eyes. - Can I move? - You looked at the boy and the drawing, comparing them.

- I think so," Neteyam immediately jumped up and walked over to you.

- May I see it now? - He pointed to your drawing.

- Oh, of course, but I can do it if you like, I have to put the finishing touches on it.

- Then I'll wait," Neteyam smiled broadly and lay down beside you, leaning against the stones.

The lines turned from a sharp sketch to a soft drawing.

- Can you sit in the same pose? - Without further ado, the boy sat up again, somewhat oblivious to the way he had been sitting. You decided to help and, comparing him to the drawing, touched his strong shoulders and arms, guiding them. - There you go. And also," you lightly touched his chin with your fingertips and turned him sideways.

- Your hands smell good, did you know that? - Netayama's words made you blush and pull your hand away, and you smiled embarrassed.

- No, but I'll know now, thank you," you quickly took the drawing and hid behind the sheet, continuing your machinations, at which Neteyam grinned implicitly.

One last sweeping motion, and...

- done! - You exclaimed, calling the boy to you.

- Good," Neteyam sat down beside you and you turned the drawing toward him, watching his reaction. He was silent for a while, examining every detail of the drawing and looking at you askance.

- Look, it's incredible! - exclaimed Neteyam, smiling broadly as he took the portrait back. - Literally every freckle, hair, bead, and abrasion. It's just like me! Now I know exactly why everyone loves your work so much! - That guy's words really embarrassed you.

- Oh, really? Thank you so much! - You awkwardly scratched the back of your head and looked at your friend.

- Can I have this?

- Of course!

- Thank you so much! - Neteyam emotionally hugged you by the shoulders. You were surprised, but decided to respond to his embrace.

- I'll take it as a thank you," you both laughed as you pulled away from each other.

- Oh, no, I'd like to do more than that as a thank you.

It's nighttime, and everyone is asleep, including you. You quickly disperse with Netheyam to each other, but now you are in your tenth dream, until you hear the crunch of tree bark. You wake abruptly and get out of your cocoon, about to attack your opponent. But there was no one around, just a square bundle of leaves at your feet. When you unfold it, you find the glued sheets with your drawings, and not just any drawings, but the ones with Neteyam. All the same ones you drew this afternoon and on previous occasions. Did you notice that almost all of them were put together, not very neatly, but you can see that with soul, and if the drawings have only appeared now, does that mean that someone has been restoring them all evening?

There was also a note attached to the drawings:

"Thank you very much again:)".

[rintoshis-archived]

Hiii if your requests are open also sorry if they arent you can just completely ignore this message cause u dont have a pinned yet

But can i request platonic friendship headcanons with bachira and isagi?

Thank you in advance

─ BACHIRA ⸜ ISAGI ꒰ა ໒꒱ AEAO

HI BAE !! yes yes and sorry i don't have enough time to make my pinned post but ill for sure make one! also this request was so cute ^^ i couldn't help but think about dynamicduo when i hear them together >< anyways enjoy! . *. ⋆ warnings; nothing really, cute moments with their silly little shenanigans, intentional lower capitals ✧. word count: 475, 366

you almost felt your eardrums burst from meguru's high-pitched scream he let out in your left ear. this car ride was hell, even if there were places worse than hell, it would be crushed in the backseat with isagi and bachira. you could feel your legs cramping from the lack of space isagi's manspreading on the right side. you were inevitably squashed in between them. it didn't help when you were sitting on the hard material of the seatbelt right on your ass.

meguru and isagi's moms offered to drive you three to the arcade because the mall they were going to was awfully close to it. ''gosh.. seeing meguru go out with his friends like this.. makes my heart soft.'' yu's eyes almost water as her hands trembled on the steering wheel. ''mom, don't cry please.'' meguru told his mom, almost feeling embarrassed as his figure only sank further in the seat. you knew bachira was a talented individual and you didn't quite understand what his mom had just said.

isagi looked like he knew this feeling all too well. ''there's nothing to be embarrassed about, meguru.'' isagi's mom butt in as she turned her head to look at the three of you fighting over even just a space to breathe easily in. ''i remember isagi also never been the social butterfly like his dad was. the friends he only ever took home were the soccer team.'' i let out a small laugh as i saw the neon-lit arcade from the road. ''here should be fine, thank you so much for- meguru!'' meguru had already opened the door and dashed inside the arcade.

isagi waited for you to finish your farewells and bid his mom a quick ''goodbye, mom'' too. bachira's mom rolled down the window to give us three a small wave and drove away. meguru looked like a ticking time bomb while looking at what was inside of the arcade. people were scattered everywhere and no space wasn't filled with rainbow blinding lights that only enticed bachira further.

your almost popped out of their sockets once they landed on the bright rainbow glowing sign on top of the building. you weren't the type to go around and hang out at places and waste away the time you could use to be more productive. but since meguru and isagi kindly invited you to hang out together outside bluelock. ''c'mon, y/n! it'll be fun, promise.'' bachira grabs you by your hand and drags you inside of the building to go explore. isagi follows behind and gives you a small smile of reassurance.

''yeah, it would be more worth it to spend all your time outside of bluelock having fun, right?'' you three spot a basketball game and a bumper car area. safe to say, you three almost got kicked out 6 times already.

ㄔ    ִ  alright now onto the headcanons c:

ㄔ    ִ  bachira definitely accidentally threw a basketball at a kid once.

ㄔ    ִ  isagi helped meguru climb the machine to keep shooting the ball inside the ring to get like 1000 tickets or something 💀💀

ㄔ    ִ  isagi knows every single hack to win every prize you wanted in claw games.

ㄔ    ִ  bachira fought a kid to get to play in one of the games; ''you've been in this seat for so long, kid!'' bachira whined while watching the kid stick out his tongue to him, but he bit back by sticking out his tongue back.

ㄔ    ִ  isagi is a boss at those coin pusher machines and always manages to waste every one of your coins but ends up making the whole tower fall

ㄔ    ִ  a worker at the arcane had to hold bachira back and when i tell you they had to HOLDDD him back, i say HOLDDDDD him back.

ㄔ    ִ  like it took them 3 workers to hold him back from knocking a kid out for ruining his win streak or something.

ㄔ    ִ  you and isagi for sure always team up for those zombie gun shooting games.

ㄔ    ִ  bachira would absolutely destroy those DDR machines. (the arrow dance machine where you step on them) like you and isagi had to pry him away from the machine to go check out other games cuz he's been there for like 43 minutes.

ㄔ    ִ  like i can just imagine bachira dancing to one of those hyper-pop songs on the ddr machine.

ㄔ    ִ  you and meguru literally almost broke the wack-a-mole machine cause meguru pulled a mole out of the hole.

ㄔ    ִ  isagi is the type of kid to eat all of the cotton candy.

ㄔ    ִ  bachira definitely climbed on isagi's back while he was rollerskating. the kids were giving them the stink eye while you were literally struggling to stand on your two left feet.

ㄔ    ִ  at the end of the day, you three got kicked out for wreaking havoc in the arcade.

ㄔ    ִ  (you three got banned from it for the rest of your life.)

‧₊˚ ⋅ fusaes 2023 do not copy - a/n: send in an ask to request this with any other duo you want from blue lock c:

[harus-simp]

Gunwook as a boyfriend

-Gunwook x reader-

Warning:none

Requested: Henloou!! I really like your writing but I realized there’s not many gunwook content :( can you write a headcanon of him as a boyfie or something fluffy?? (Anonymous)

Author's note: sorry for the long wait anon, I hope you really like it ;))

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How would gunwook act as your boyfriend?

Okay our gunwookie pookie will be the sweetest boyfriend ever I assure you

Your first meeting would be at school

You were a new transferred student so when you got to the gates you were kinda lost on where to go

As he was walking through the entrance he saw a student that seemed to not have a clue on where to go, so you figured out you weren't from there

So he approached you confidently wanting to help you

"Excuse me,are you lost?"

"Ah yes actually, do you perhaps know where class 1A is?"

And he indeed knew where it was, he was part of it

So he guided you there asking about you (he found you really cute, but he wasn't gonna say that 🤭)

After classes he offered to give you a tour around school as he was part of the school council and was actively participating in a couple of clubs and associations

You thought it was really kind of him to do so

So you exchanged numbers and become friends :D

At first some classmates found it quite strange because he was kinda intimidating at first, and meeting you was the first time he approached someone so brightly

You heard about gunwook's first impression according to your peers, and was totally shocked to hear he coukd appear to be like that

Like he treated you so well?

Anyways

After a couple of months you were having an internal conflict

You had started to develop feelings for him after one day you were staring at him in class

You started to notice little things in him like his soft silky hair

His warm and gummy smile

His soft plump lips-

Wait wait wait

Hold on there cowboy 🤠

And now you were wondering how to properly confess to him :))

So you decided that it was best to write a letter and leave it on his desk

When gunwook received it let's say he didn't even open it 💀

He was so hopelessly in love with you that he didn't want to focus on anything else

So next day when you saw him treating you the same way you were confused

Was he rejecting you?

So you questioned him

"Umh, wookie, did you read my letter?"

"What lette-?Oh" yeah he definitely had fucked up

"Oh?"

"I didn't open it"

Now you were disappointed, you laughed awkwardly and started to excuse yourself

But he stopped you grabbing your wrist

So at his action you encouraged yourself internally and confessed to him, to which he accepted gladly bringing you into a hug

His favourite dates were walking through the park or going to the countryside

He enjoyed the feeling of walking with your hands interwined tightly, or sitting on a bench eating ice cream

You had this plushie that he had won at an arcade for you and you treated him as your child

You brought him literally everywhere and you both swayed it from side to side

He loved to shower you in compliments, words of affirmation was his love language so it was not a surprise

He expects you reciprocate his energy once in a while

Which you did of course

You told him how talented he was and how an amazing boyfriend he was

You don't need anything else to make him happy and all blushy and smiley 😁

He is a hugeeee baby

So he'd get all happy and excited when you get cold, throwing you one of his hoodies to wear

That sight was enough to make him whine at how adorable you were

He also loved hugging you, his bear hugs bringing you to another level of comfort

Laying his head on your lap was part of his daily routine

You caressed his hair grabbing small locks and massaging his scalp in soft motions

It really helped him to calm down and not stress so much

It was a soothing moment for him

More than jealous I'd say he is really overprotective of you

He'd be your personal bodyguard for sure

He'd use his first impression intimidating privilege to scare people off 😈

And he felt so proud of it

However if you asked him to stop he would in an instant

He is a big softie, like he could talk about how good he was at being an idol

But he definitely cries when you remind him on Mufasa's death 😢

He'd be someone reliable you can count on when you want to have fun and when you want to have more of an intimate moment (like talking about your problems and difficulties)

A big baby bear 🐻🤍

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[thegreatsinnamonroll]

I am immensely enjoying new people getting into HypMic (mostly on this hellsite fuck Twitter) but you poor babies. Oh my god. You have zero knowledge coming into contact with BAT and Dotsuhon. So here is, admittedly rather condensed, a lore drop and why BAT and DH are important:

Bad Ass Temple

Starting with Nagoya's fiercest, Bad Ass Temple represents courage, standing for what's right, and never backing down.

Their leader, Kuko Harai, is a Buddhist monk (in training), and despite his unconventional appearance and punk-like personality, he's devoted to his faith and friends. Before he was part of BAT, he made friends with Ichiro Yamada after an aggressive fist fight where they were evenly matched. They gained respect for each other and made a team called Naughty Busters. Kuko was eventually brainwashed into leaving Ichiro, after which he went back to school and got in trouble for fighting off bullies from a friend of his.

Jyushi Aimono is a visual kei vocalist for the band Argo Orchestra as well as chunni (like his seiyuu!). He had a deeply troubled past, his parents often ignoring him. Jyushi became extremely close to his grandmother, who made him a small toy pig he named Amanda. He took Amanda everywhere with him, even to school, but a former friend motivated by jealousy relentlessly bullied him and encouraged others to do the same. Eventually Jyushi's grandmother was killed as a result of their hazing, sending Jyushi into a massive spiral.

Hitoya Amaguni is a lawyer who's seemingly only motivated by money, however his true colors shine when he takes on bullying cases. His brother was bullied until it caused his death, and since then Hitoya has been hunting down the people who did it. He has an intense sympathy for Jyushi and Kuko, despite trying to appear as if he doesn't care. He took on Jyushi's case and landed his bullies in prison, as well as clearing Kuko of the charges put against him. Because of their connection, the three of them were able to form Bad Ass Temple under Kuko's guidance.

Dotsuitare Hompo

Dotsuitare Hompo, or Dotsuhon, is a team that always gets back up when they're knocked down, a team that keeps fighting to make their place even if the world is against them. They're fun and engaging, bringing the joys of Osaka to HypMic.

Sasara Nurude may not seem like a leader to the untrained eye, but digging deeper into the comedian's backstory reveals an odd intensity for someone who never stops smiling. Due to his parents' rocky marriage and messy divorce, young Sasara found comfort in comedy and making people laugh. That carried with him to college, where he met his then comedy partner, Rosho. The two took Japan by storm, but a nasty breakup shattered all of Sasara's dreams. He wasn't about to give up, going to Tokyo to get a new outlook, and meeting up with Samatoki Aohitsugi, who, at the time, reminded Sasara of Rosho. A second nasty breakup occurred when Sasara was brainwashed, and the comedian resurfaced later on as the leader of Dotsuhon.

Rosho Tsutsujimori both blends in and stands out. He suffers from intense gifted kid burnout from his parents pushing him in grade school, resulting in him gaining a violent streak that persists to this day. He entered comedy school and formed Dotsuitare Hompo with Sasara until his stage fright and mutual miscommunication broke them apart. Since then, Rosho found a career in not just being a teacher, but being someone who supports and nurtures young talent. Sasara returned to him to have him join the new Dotsuhon, though at first Rosho declined.

Rei is the lore holder here, being the man who developed the Hypnosis Mics and Ramuda Clones. His past is shrouded in mystery, but we know that he only works with the government because they are holding his wife hostage. He calls himself a conman, wickedly intelligent and crafty. He was able to get Dotsuhon together by scamming one of Rosho's students, provoking the teacher enough to get him and Sasara to admit they missed the other.

I tried to make this as basic as possible but feel free to ask about other tidbits, there's a LOT that goes on outside of the anime but it can be hard to find. Anyway I'm Emmet, your local lore keeper!

[haleyhunwritess]

Pls make more part for broken promise. Maybe until it got the ending that the reader is free or whatever you wanna make it. I just love everything about part 4 you just made. You're just sooo talented that your stories touch my heart sometimes it makes my heart flinch in sad or happy way. I just found your blog and you're starting to be my fav writter

The Necklace

Warnings: Dark DD/LG themes, read previous parts of Broken Promises for more.

A/N: Ahhh omg, that's very sweet of you, I'm really glad you're enjoying my work, there is going to be more parts to Broken Promises, so she's not free...yet. But please DM me or send me an ask if you have any ideas about something you'd like to see!!

"No, no, no! You're doing it all wrong!!" Bucky chuckled softly as she pouted at him. He scooped her up and placed her on the counter after setting the pink frosting-filled piping bag down.

This had been going on for the past two hours ever since Bucky suggested that they try making Steve some cookies so he'll finally stop giving Bucky the silent treatment for bringing home a stray cat without even talking to him first. Steve was still a little apprehensive because of what Wanda said to him, even though things were beginning to improve after she had helped them. Bucky argued that Steve was being overly neurotic and said that this could be perfect addition to their little family and even help their girl adjust more if necessary.

Bucky decided to make him a special treat with his girl, who was overjoyed to have a new pet. Bucky promised to let her have some of the leftover cookie dough if she helped him, which she couldn't say no to.

"Okay fine, how should I be doing this then, princess?"

"Well maybe you should try to make them...I don't know...prettier?" Bucky fake gasped at her comment while trying to hold back a smile, making her giggle a bit.

"What do you mean? They're not pretty enough for you, doll?"

"They don't even look like hearts! It looks messy and there is frosting everywhere!"

"Alright, alright! Let's skip the frosting then, the cookies are sweet enough."

"No! I want frosting on them! Just let me do it please?" She sulked, wanting to get off the counter and towards him. She held out her arms for him, and he moved closer, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist and wrap her arms around his neck.

"Yeah? Do you want to try doing it all by yourself, doll?" She nodded and leaned in for a kiss.

"Yes! I promise I'll be good, Dada." She held out her pinky for him and he grinned softly before wrapping his pinky around hers.

"Alright fine, but are you sure you're up for this, princess? I don't know if my little girl can do this, she is such a little baby." He teased her, making her blush and whine lightly.

"Mhmm...little babies aren't supposed to help out in the kitchen, are they? I can't have my babygirl getting hurt." He leaned in to give her a kiss, making her blush even harder. She quickly covered up her face, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

"Hey, hey! Don't start now. No whining, okay?" His hand gently stroked her thigh before smacking it as he gave her a harsh look while gazing into her eyes.

"See what I mean? Such a little baby, oh my. It's okay, doll. I'll finish this, how about you go have some cuddles with our new kitty on the couch?" She quickly nodded, and he picked her up off the counter and put her down to go find Alpine.

"Alpine?" She called out for the cat a few times, while looking around the living room. "Dada, where is Alpine?"

"I don't know sweetheart, maybe check upstairs."

She began walking up the stairs, hissing at the cold hardwood flooring beneath her feet, and eventually made her way up to her bedroom in search of the cat, however, she still couldn't find her new beloved friend. With a pout, she decided to go down the hall and see if Steve was awake yet.

She was passing by Steve's office when she thought she heard Alpine in there. She knew she wasn't allowed to go into S's office unless he gave her permission. Maybe he was inside? She decided to knock on the door a few times before calling out for S to see if he was inside.

"Daddy?"

She hesitantly twisted the doorknob of Steve's office room, cautiously slipping inside, and quietly closing the door behind her. She grinned as she saw Alpine perched atop Steve's desk.

"Alpine! I've been looking everywhere for you!" She approached the desk and attempted to pick up the cat, but the feline leapt off and rushed towards the front of the desk, knocking over a sizeable box that held many files and a few other items.

"Oh no! Why did you do that, Alpine?! Daddy is not gonna be happy about this, and he already wants you to leave...Should I tell Dada? No...maybe Dada will think Daddy is right... I'll just clean it up..." She quickly crouched down to put everything back in the box so Steve wouldn't find out what happened.

She picked up one of the necklaces that fell out of the box. A beautiful small heart-shaped gold necklace with the initial P engraved on it. It looked strangely familiar, and it made her smile, but she couldn't figure out why.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she abruptly heard noise coming from Steve's room. She waited until it was quiet again before putting everything back in the box. For some reason, she didn't want to put the necklace back into the box when she realized it was the last thing left from the box.  She knew she should return it, but maybe Steve wouldn't notice? She hurriedly placed the box back where it belonged and slipped the necklace in the pocket of her pants.

"Alpine, come on let's go, we'll go find Dada and bring some cookies upstairs for Daddy!" The cat left the room as soon as she opened the door. She sighed in relief and swiftly exited the room, firmly closing the door behind her as she followed the cat downstairs to go see Bucky.

"There you are, doll. I thought you were going to cuddle with Alpine on the couch." Bucky grinned when he saw his girl making her way downstairs. She smiled back at Bucky, but her smile instantly changed into a pout when she saw him pick up Alpine and snuggle her close to him.

"Dada?"

"Yes, princess?" Bucky answered his girl without even turning to look at her, instead smiling down at Alpine and softly playing with his new cat.

She pouted a little more before deciding to return upstairs and look for Steve. It wasn't fair that Alpine was suddenly receiving more attention than her. As she recalled how Bucky used to pick her up, spin her around, kiss her, and cuddle with her on the couch, a few tears started to fall down her cheeks.

"Sweetness, are those tears I see?" She looked up to see Steve emerge from his room and rush towards her, a concerned expression on his face.

"Daddy" Her lower lip trembled slightly as he lifted her up and rubbed her back, trying to silence her cries.

"Oh bubba, what's wrong? Come on, tell Daddy what's wrong so I can make it all better, please?" She shook her head and continued to cry on his shoulder.

"Bucky, get up here!" She began to cry louder when she heard Steve yell for Bucky. Steve instantly started to whisper apologises and sweet words in her ear, thinking she was crying harder now because of his loud voice. "Bubs please, what is it? You know I hate seeing you so upset."

"I-I sowwy...pwease..."

"Oh sweetness, it's okay you didn't do anything, alright? It's not your fault, okay? If you don't wanna talk about it just yet it's okay."

As if on cue, Bucky came striding upstairs, still holding Alpine in his arms. As soon as he realized how upset his little girl was, his facial expressions quickly changed to a distressed one. Bucky approached her and stroked her hair in an effort to comfort her.

"Princess, what's wrong?" As soon as she saw the cat in his arms, she felt herself becoming angry. She couldn't help herself and attempted to push Alpine away from Bucky as soon as she heard the cat purring in his arms.

"Hey! Stop it! We don't hit or push others. Now, I know you're feeling upset about something but there's no need to push Alpine, okay?" Bucky glared at her and took a step back to put Alpine down, who decided to return downstairs. He frowned even more when he looked up and saw Steve smirking at him.

"What are you smiling about?"

"I think someone is a bit jealous, and doesn't like sharing her Dada." Steve gazed down at his girl, who blushed at his remark and turned to bury her face in the nook of his neck.

"What? That's not true. Right, doll?" Bucky attempted to move her away from Steve's neck in order to force her to look up at him. Still feeling embarrassed, she whimpered slightly while keeping her face covered from him.

"Oh no, doll, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I'm so sorry, princess. Please forgive me?" Bucky gave her a sad smile as she reluctantly turned to face him. She shifted her head away from Steve's neck and reached out to Bucky, who scooped her up in an instant. "Aw I'm so sorry, babygirl. How about we go cuddle downstairs on the couch, huh?" She nodded before smiling and resting her head on his shoulder. Bucky chuckled slightly, amused by her jealousy, and turned to face Steve, who was still smirking.

"I told you so."

Bucky rolled his eyes before leading his girl downstairs. He noticed her yawning and her eyes becoming heavier. While walking to the kitchen to get a bottle for her, he began to gently bounce her in his arms. He made sure she couldn't see the little pill he put in her drink before handing it to her and heading over to the living room. She was placed in his lap as he sat down on the couch and carefully let her sip the drugged milk till she ultimately nodded off.

She slowly stirred in her sleep as he took the bottle from her and moved forward to set it on the coffee table. As he moved back, he gently stroked her hair while admiring how peacefully she was sleeping.

"Bucky, come here for a second." He groaned quietly as the precious moment was abruptly destroyed by Steve calling him. He carefully moved her from his lap to the couch, then reached down to cover her with the couch's blanket. Then he saw something hanging out of her pocket. He knelt down to take it from her pocket to see what it was.  His eyes widened as he realized where she got that from. He hurriedly made his way upstairs to Steve's office, where he was met with a distressed Steve.

"Hey Bucky, did you come in here today? My files are all out of place, and for some reason, I can't seem to find the necklace." Steve was looking around the room, trying to look for the necklace.

"You mean this one?" Bucky held up the necklace while glaring at Steve. Steve immediately sighed in relief, reaching for the necklace.

"Yes, oh thank god. Where was it?"

"She had it." Bucky threw it onto his desk and sat down in a nearby chair.

"I swear if this is Alpine's doing then-"

"No, Steve. I mean our girl had this. It was in her pocket. Please explain to me how the fuck she was even able to get in here. I thought we both agreed to keep this room locked at all times."

"Fuck."

[jungle-angel]

I have a request. It's alright if you don't wish to do it but I would appreciate if you thought about it, I would be happy if you did my request. Top gun meeting Bob's sibling (can use any pronoun you wish) who is deaf, sibling is also a very talented pilot. Thank you for reading and thinking this over.

BABES!!!!! I didn't even need a minute to think this over because this is just......*chef's kiss*. Literally anytime you wanna send something in, just do it, I don't bite, but just know that 18+ rules do apply.

You, Bob and the rest of the Daggers were busy getting the house ready for the Christmas chaos that was bound to ensue. You were a little more than just anxious to know that Bob's seven older siblings would be descending en-masse with their spouses and kids, plus the Daggers and their families.

"Dad it's not that hard to get outta there," Bob explained to his father on the FaceTime call.

"You sure there's no toll booths or anything? Last time we flew to Florida, we hit just about every toll booth on the way outta Orlando," Joe explained.

"Dad it's one of the smallest airports in the US," Bob said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Alright I'm heading upstairs to the gate to go get your sister, I'll see ya later, gotta go, bye," Joe said abruptly before hanging up.

Bob groaned as he hung up the call, wanting nothing more than to throw his phone across the room.

"You good?" you laughed, tossing some more lettuce into the salad bowl.

"Man's flown everywhere most of his life and still can't figure out how to navigate an airport," Bob groaned.

"Sounds like my Papa," Natasha laughed.

"Yeah well, Earl may have never flown a day in his life, but at least he knew his way around," Bob pointed out.

Almost as if he had been summoned, Earl Trace had come clunking up the stairs. "S'all this now 'bout navigatin?" he chuckled, his Florida drawl thicker than the snow outside.

"Nothin Pa," Natasha answered.

"Ight imma go out for some air," Earl told them. "Holler if ya'll need anythin."

You took one look at your exasperated husband and could tell he wasn't ready for the Christmas shitshow just yet.

Later that day when you, Natasha and the other girls were all getting dinner ready for the evening, you heard Joe pulling up in the truck with two other people in the back. The girl with the two braided pigtails falling down her shoulders was obviously Bob's sister Aly and the man with her was her husband, Jason.

"Hey ya'll look who I found," Joe chuckled as they came in the door.

You all greeted Aly happily and Jason too, but Hangman looked a little too pleased to see her.

"So you're Baby On Board's older sister right?" Jake asked, sticking a toothpick between his teeth, wiggling his eyebrows a little.

"Hey, fuck off Bagman!" Aly signed furiously.

Jake was a little shocked. "She.....she um.....Bob you wanna help me out here?"

"Aly's deaf in both ears but she speaks ASL fluently and can read lips," Bob explained. "She's a hell of a pilot too."

"Navy?" Jake asked turning to Aly.

"Yeah Navy," Aly signed again. "Did a full tour last spring at Pearl Harbor."

"Which ship?"

"USS Ronald Reagan," Aly answered.

Jake's eyebrows arched in surprise. "You a WSO like your baby brother?"

Aly nodded.

"Holy shit Bob," Jake chuckled. "You didn't tell me your sister was a WSO."

"Yep," Bob replied. "Callsign Bright-Eyes."

You and Bob couldn't help but chuckle when the others got their first taste of Aly, totally in shock at first but desperate to hear what she had to say, even if it took them a minute to figure it out or if Jason had to translate.

"What do you think Bob?" you asked him. "Looks like they've taken to your sister pretty well."

"Oh trust me sweetheart, they have," he said. "But wait till my brothers show up. That'll be interesting."

You laughed and leaned against your husband's shoulder, your fingers laced together tightly as you enjoyed the chaos at its best.

[eventually27]

Kit fanfic where reader takes the blame for him in the asylum and gets punished? Thanks :)

Absolutely! I hope you enjoy it. I didn't have much time but I hope it's OK. Xx

Protection..

*warnings, abuse, pain, punishment, foul language*

You sat playing noughts and crosses. You're pretty sure it was your 100th game of the afternoon, just like it was the 100th time that darn song was played in the common room, over and over and over again, that song haunted your dreams, you heard it even when it wasn't playing.

" Well, it looks like I've won again." Kit laughed. He was the only thing that got you through the day. You thought about seeing his face to get you through each night. Together, you made this place more bareable, if that's what you could call it. Kit lit you a cigarette and passed it to you, "thanks, Kit." You gave him a smile, and he gave you a wink in return, "Any time, darlin, " Oh how you loved hearing him call you that. You had been here for a year, well it felt like 10, Kit had arrived halfway through, he was a mess when he arrived, because he lost his wife, not only that but they say he killed her, he says he didn't and you believe him. He never talks about the ungodly things he saw that night, but his screams from his nightmares are enough for you to understand, he is like you and you aren't like the people in here, you don't belong here, you aren't evil people, you arnt cold hearted killers. You breathed out the smoke from your lungs, and your thoughts were interrupted by the doors smashing open and the music coming to an abrupt stop. You knew this wasn't a good thing, Sister Jude would only stop the music if someone was in trouble and trouble meant punishment.

Sister Jude didn't believe in mental illness. She thought it was a fashionable explanation for sin. She truly believed that the abuse and punishments (the long lists of punishments) were carried out in the name of salvation. Her twisted mind really believed what she was doing was good. You often thought she must enjoy torturing as she did it so much, everyone dreded her presence, because with that, she bought fear.

"Quiet now, line yourselves up, someone here as committed a misdeed," she hissed, the sound of her feet walking up and down the queue of you all echoed through your ears, She stopped in front of Kit and then infront of you, "you two in my office " she screamed, you could see the fear in Kits eyes, it poured out of them, he had suffered to much pain from Sister Jude because of the story he told her about the night his wife was killed, she tried to beat his beleifs out of him. You wondered what it was that had happened. What misdeeds have been committed? And that's when your mind shot back to this morning.

"There is no one I'd rather roll dough with," Kit laughed. You worked together every other morning, making bread rolls. You savoured this time, time away from the music, time away from everybody else. You laughed and joked, for this time working, you forgot, you forgot where you were, you forgot about everything that had happened and things nearly felt normal. "You'd think after all this time you'd be better at it, Kit,' you joked playfully, hitting him and wiping flour on his apron, " Oh darlin my talents are in other places" he winked pulling you up against him and pressing his lips against yours, it felt as if your surroundings disappeared. You pictured yourself kissing him in a house you both just bought, boxes everywhere. The only worries you had were paint colours and carpets. Kit went to lift you up onto the countertop, but your passion was ended by the sound of him knocking off the tray of bread rolls you had just prepared. They were all over the floor and ruined. You both froze. "Oh no, what have I done?" he whispered. It wasn't the bread rolls that brought him so much concern it was the punishment that would follow the discovery. " We are going to have to hide them, put the others in the oven, and get rid of the evidence," you said, before you knew it you were both trying to stuff the rolls into the bin, right at the bottom moving past all the other rubbish, in hopes no one would notice, you both thought it might just work.

But here you were, both being led into the office of the torturer that was Sister Jude. It obviously didn't work. You looked at Kit as you both walked through the office door. He looked towards the cupboard, which held the pain eflicting canes. It was as if just by looking at it all that all the pain had felt in his life came flashing back, he was petrified. "Now you both know why you are here. You were the ones in the kitchen this morning. It seems you can not resist sin, and evil must be met with evil, " she said, with a grin. " So, which one of you was it? Or was it both of you?" She demanded answers. You knew you had to do this, Kit didn't deserve any more pain. You didn't want him to feel any more pain, the look on his face. You knew he would break if he felt the cane against his skin once more. Kit cleared his throat and was about to speak. You knew he would admit what he had done. He wasn't a liar, he always admitted his wrongs, but before he could, you yelled, "It was me sister, I knocked the rolls off, it had nothing to do with Kit, It happened as he was mopping the floors, he wasn't even close to them, I decided to hide them and lie to you", you tried not to look at Kits face but only Sister Judes, you wanted her to beleive you more than anything. "Hmmm, is this true, Kit? Or is Y/N trying to help you?" She said, standing right in front of his face. He didn't speak. He must have been unsure what to say. "I see, well, for your discretion, I will leave it up to you to pick which cane I will use on your friend," she laughed, unlocking the cupboard to reveal several canes starting from small and ending in extra large. "Sister, don't use any. Use one on me instead, " Kit shouted as he watched Sister Jude run her fingers along the line of canes. " So you not only refuse to answer me, but now you try to tell me how to do my job, hmm? You will sit back and watch me use a cane of my choice on your special friend, " she stopped her finger on the largest cane. You knew she was enjoying this, you looked at Kit and he mouthed the words sorry, you could see tears in his eyes, but you knew it wasnt his fault, and the truth is you would take the wrath of all of those canes if it meant he didn't have to.

"Now, I hope this will teach you a lesson, and you will think back to this before you do such things. Maybe this will teach you not to accept the sins of others, " Sister Jude snapped while pointing the desk. You knew what you had to do. You bent over the desk and lifted up your clothing to expose your back, also exposing the scars from previous torturing, the scars you had hidden from Kit. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he could see them. You braced yourself for what was going to happen, you pressed your lips together as tight as you could, you didn't want to let out a scream, you didn't want Kit to feel anyworse than he did already. You closed your eyes and listened as Sister Judes footsteps got closer to you. You heard the leather slap against her hand, the sound burnt your ears. The suspense made it worse. The wait before you were struck, you try your best to take yourself to a happy place, picturing your earlier images of you and Kit surrounded by moving boxes, It's the only thing that could help distract you.

*smack*

You felt the piping hot burn of the leather spread across your back. It hurt more over your scars. You managed to keep any signs of pain in for kits' sake, Sister Jude must not have liked that because you were sure she tried her best to get you to scream, the next 5 beatings stung more and more, your eyes were filled with tears, you couldnt help but whimper in pain, you felt on fire, your skin felt open and raw, you knew you had one more, then it would be over, you didn't think you could take one more but you had to try.

*smack*

You let out a scream, you tried to fight it but it was impossible, you could hear Kit telling Sister Jude to stop, you could hear the upset in his voice. "That's enough now Y/N, I hope you've learnt your lesson, and that you will not return to sin" she spoke these words with happiness across her face, happiness for the pain she had just caused. You tried to stand, but the pain was unbearable as your spine tried to bend straight. You felt the hands of Kit pull your clothing down to cover you up. He placed his arms around you to walk you out of the room. You looked up at him and could see his eyes were filled with tears, " Let's go, darlin," he whispered. You could feel the pain in his voice. It stung just as much as the leather.

Kit called out for Lana to get some water and something to wipe you with, "Let me clean you up, let me have a look at you" he whispered still unable to get his words out properly, he sat you down on the chair and took you in his arms, he kissed you on the forhead and asked "why did you do that? You didn't deserve that. You did nothing wrong, " you replied."No, you didn't deserve that, Kit. You've been through enough. I couldn't bare to see you in any more pain. Seeing you in pain would have been much worse than what I have just endured. " You took your hand and placed it on Kits face and said,"I'd do it a million times over to save you. "

[cptg00s3]

Titel TBD

Arthur Morgan was a man of many talents. He could shoot a gun like nobody's business, ride a horse like it was an extension of himself, and he was a natural leader. But perhaps one of Arthur's greatest talents was his ability to care deeply for those around him, especially his fellow gang members.

One such member was (Y/N), a young man who had joined the gang not too long ago. He was tough and resilient, but he had a kind heart and a gentle spirit that Arthur couldn't help but admire. Over time, the two of them had become good friends, and Arthur found himself growing more and more fond of him with each passing day.

It was during a routine train robbery that (Y/N) was injured. They had been caught off guard by a group of lawmen, and bullets had been flying everywhere. Arthur had been busy trying to get the gang out of there safely when he heard a scream. He turned around to see (Y/N) clutching his leg, blood seeping through his fingers.

Without a second thought, Arthur rushed to his side. He tore off a piece of his shirt and used it to apply pressure to the wound. (Y/N) was in a lot of pain, but he managed to smile weakly at Arthur.

"Thanks," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't mention it," Arthur replied, trying to keep the worry out of his voice. "You're going to be okay. We just need to get you some help."

They managed to make it back to camp, where (Y/N) was quickly attended to by the gang's resident doctor, who cleaned and stitched up his wound. But even with the doctor's care, (Y/N) was still in a lot of pain. He spent the next few days lying in bed, unable to do much except rest.

Arthur spent most of his time by his side, bringing him food and water, and making sure he was comfortable. He even went out of his way to find some books for him to read, knowing that he would get bored lying in bed all day.

As the days went by, (Y/N) slowly started to recover. His wound began to heal, and he started to regain his strength. Arthur was there every step of the way, encouraging him and cheering him on.

One day, as (Y/N) was sitting outside, enjoying the fresh air, Arthur came to join him. He sat down next to him, his shoulder brushing against his.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Better," (Y/N) replied, smiling at him. "Thanks to you."

Arthur chuckled. "I didn't do much," he said. "Just took care of you like I would anyone else in the gang."

(Y/N) shook his head. "No, it was more than that," he said. "You were there for me, even when you had other things to worry about. You took the time to make sure I was comfortable, and you even found me some books to read."

Arthur shrugged. "Just trying to help," he said.

(Y/N) turned to him, his eyes serious. "You know, Arthur, I think you're one of the kindest people I've ever met," he said. "You always put others before yourself, and you never hesitate to help someone in need. I don't think I would have made it through this without you."

Arthur felt his cheeks grow warm. He wasn't used to receiving compliments like this, especially from someone he cared about so deeply.

"Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

(Y/N) smiled at him, then leaned in closer, his gaze never leaving Arthur's.

"I mean it, Arthur," he said softly. "You're one of the best people I know."

Arthur's heart was racing as he looked into his eyes. He could feel a warmth spreading through his chest, and he realized with a start that he was starting to feel something more than friendship for (Y/N).

Before he could say anything, (Y/N) leaned in and pressed his lips against Arthur's. The kiss was soft and sweet, but it sent shockwaves through Arthur's body. He pulled away, his eyes wide.

"I...I don't know what to say," he stammered.

(Y/N) smiled at him, his hand reaching up to cup Arthur's cheek. "You don't have to say anything," he said. "I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me."

Arthur's heart was pounding in his chest as he looked at him. He could see the affection and tenderness in his eyes, and he knew then that he felt the same way. He leaned in and kissed him again, this time more passionately.

From that day forward, Arthur and (Y/N) were inseparable. They spent every moment they could together, talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. They went on horseback rides through the countryside, sat by the campfire under the stars, and shared stolen kisses whenever they could.

Even though the gang was still facing danger and uncertainty every day, Arthur and (Y/N) found solace in each other's arms. They knew that they could face anything as long as they had each other, and they were determined to make the most of the time they had together.

As the weeks turned into months, Arthur and (Y/N) grew closer and closer. They talked about their hopes and dreams for the future, about what they wanted to do once the gang was disbanded. They knew that their time together was limited, but they refused to let that dampen their spirits.

In the end, it was (Y/N) who decided to leave the gang first. He had found a small homestead where he could live a peaceful life, away from the violence and danger of the gang. Arthur was sad to see him go, but he knew it was for the best.

As they said their goodbyes, Arthur took (Y/N) hand and looked into his eyes.

"I love you," he said softly.

(Y/N) smiled at him. "I love you too," he said, then turned and walked away.

Arthur watched him go, his heart heavy with longing. But he knew that (Y/N) was doing what was best for himself, and he was happy that (Y/N) had found some peace and happiness.

In the years that followed, Arthur often thought of him, wondering how (Y/N) was doing and what he was up to. But no matter what happened, he knew that (Y/N) would always hold a special place in his heart, and he would never forget the time they spent together.

[dovahkinniez]

Spicey Lucian Flavius?

` 𖤓 . . . LUCIEN FLAVIUS.

NSFW headcanons!

18+ only! Sexual content ahead.

First, he's a switch with a submissive lean. He's the type to view sex as an intimate thing between lovers. Not just a thing to enjoy. He has to love the person to bed them. (How romantic)

And welp! He loves you, awww! Surprisingly, once he's on it. He's never off it. The type to get a taste and never want to stop, especially since he only fucks with someone if he's actually with them and comfortable.

Growing up he lived with a family of nobles where sex wasn't really a spoken subject, not with his friends either. So education wise he knows the basics, but he doesn't really explore his likes and dislikes until you.

Which is fun! Experimenting different things with him is what makes fun and he's a fun lover.

The type to laugh when things go wrong, "Okay. That didn't go as planned... Can I give you head now?"

He's a pleaser, through and through. Best time of his day is when his head is between the pages of a book or between your legs. He loves to taste you, to make you orgasm with his just mouth alone. His mouth has more talents than just riddle and poetry making.

He's messy too, gets drunk between your legs until you're shaking and begging him to stop because you're too sensitive.

Speaking of books, once you decided to tease him as he read, "Focus on your book." You said as you slowly went down on him, kissing down until you wrapped your lips around him.

He almost ascended so hard he found out why the Dwemer disappeared. 10/10 would do again.

Lucien is a loud person naturally. Yeah. He's not afraid to moan right into your ear. His moans are so pretty though. Like a siren lures sailors, his voice is like a melody as he moans and sighs out.

He whines and fidgets a lot, wanting more of you even when that's physically impossible. He worships you, all of you. Hands and lips and tongue everywhere and loves it when you do the same to him. It makes him feel wanted, feel loved and he hopes you feel the same when he does it to you.

The type to kiss down your body, hands grabbing everywhere as he keeps eye contact with you. His blue eyes locked onto yours as he kisses up your thighs with tiny bites and licks.

He has quite a slim and lean build, smaller thighs that the average Skyrim wanderer but he's the type that loves it when you're on top, and hates when you hover in fear. He actually loves feeling your weight, feeling every part of you as you fuck yourself on him. He could cum alone at the sight of you being pleasured.

As I said, literally all about your pleasure. It pleases him to make you feel good.

The type to spoon fuck, comfy in bed as he presses kisses against your shoulder and neck, arms tight around you as he slowly thrusts in and you, savoring the feeling as he breathes as evenly as he can to not burst too soon.

I don't see him being the type to last long. He gets turned on easily and you always turn him on, one swipe of your tongue and he's shaking. The power you have over him is overwhelming for him at times.

But good job he likes overstimulation. He loves it when you use his cock even after he's done because if you aren't done, he'll watch with his bottom lip between his teeth and body shaking.

Certified pretty boy. God. He's so pretty. Especially when he looks up at you. He naturally looks so needy and sweet it drives you crazy. Even when he has a moment of dominance he manages to make himself look so helpless against you.

Lucien wants to look at you, besides spooning he does prefer to see you. See your face twist in pleasure all because of him. To make eye contact and to kiss.

He loves kisses and cuddles. Especially during sex. It's comforting, intimate and he can feel you against him, he feels everything and ugh. He loves it.

A beg. He loves to beg. Especially if you're the type to play around. "No, my way or no way." Which he argues back and begs, half the time you purposely do it to make him this way. "You're so pathetic." Oh man. He's hard now.

He finds that so so hot.

Most definitely the type to love overstimulation. He loves it when you aren't finished with him and keep it going, to the point he's a shaking and crying mess because he's so sensitive and can't handle it anymore, the pain of it feels so good and he sleeps like a log afterwards.

He's eager to learn. To become better and loves it when you applaud him, when you tell him he's good. But adores it when you look at him with hard eyes, telling him nasty things.

Maybe after an argument where you get riled up and tower yourself over him as he sits down with crossed arms. He was so confident at first till you loom over him like a thunder storm, sneering in his face, afterwards he couldn't help but fuck his fist, moaning your name as he imagined all sorts.

I don't necessarily see him as a kinky person in most regards but he's definitely try it out. He'd never hurt you. Or insult you. No never. I don't think he'd ever tie you up or blind you. I think if it really gave you pleasure he'd do it. But nothing that'd leave a mark.

Him? Do it all. He finds it so hot as you do whatever you like to him, he loves to treat you like royalty and if you're in the mood to treat him like dirt, he's ready. He wants it.

But, all in all. He is a true lover. A kisser, toucher and a passionate person.