#plz heed the tags

[seerofmike]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Apex Legends (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Crypto | Park Tae Joon/Octane | Octavio Silva Characters: Octane | Octavio Silva, Crypto | Park Tae Joon Additional Tags: Trans Octane | Octavio Silva, Established Relationship, Making Out, Gun Kink, Gunplay, Knifeplay, Dry Humping, Blood Kink, Enthusiastic Consent, Safe Sane and Consensual, as safe as it can get when they're stabbing each other, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Stabbing, Begging, they're freaks in this. freaks!!!, inspired by cryptane art i saw tagged Local Freaks Abuse Respawn Mechanic, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex Summary:

"I'm freaky! I'm levels of freaky you didn't even know existed!"

Taejoon shrugged. "You're rather tame, to be honest."

"Oh yeah?" Octavio's eyes had a dangerous glint in them.

(or: the Games' new system allows for more blood and viscera. For some reason, Octavio and Taejoon decide having sex would be a good way to test it out.)

[angelofsmalldeath-codeine]

Hemmy's Recommendation List | Javier Peña - Part 2

Javier Peña - Part 2

Hi! I am Hemmy and live in a delusional world where I am the female companion to Frankie Morales, Joel Miller and Javier Peña. The amazing banner by the incredible @proxima-writes @pr0ximamidnight; mid-banners and dividers by @cafekitsune

This is my first-ever recommendation list and I am trying to figure out the best format.

These are fics that I have read and enjoyed. I am sure there are many more out there that I have yet to discover. If you have any suggestions, please comment so we can all add them to our 'to be read' lists.

Link to Masterlist

Self-plug: if you need a beta reader or want help with Spanish for the ones who write Javi P and Frankie, hit me up!

Disclaimer:

These creators are putting out content for free and do not have to cater to your personal preferences or expectations of how this or that character should be written.

You are not forced to read through it. Feel free to abandon a series or one-shot halfway through if it is not working for you.

If a creator has not explicitly asked for feedback for their work, keep your opinion to yourself.

Heed warnings and tags, if you don't like soft!Javi, don't read anything with that tag. It is THAT simple. Apply that logic to everything else that is not to your taste.

Warnings and tags on each fic. Read at your discretion. You are responsible for the content you choose to consume.

Javier Peña - Part 2

GIF by spookycora

Series - cont.

Love, Javier  @itsjustsemantics Married Javier Peña Masterlist  @lokischocolatefountain Mi Cielo  @venusandromedadjarin Mi Luz  @pedrostylez Monday Morning  @joels-darlin More Than Just Friends  @darkroastjoel Not Qualified For This  @blueeyesatnight Nowhere To Run  @mvrdvckmvtthew @metalnecklace Nowhere To Run  @undercoverpena-fics Paperwork  @blueeyesatnight Paranoid Heart  @goodwithcheese Perfectly Intoxicating  @gracieispunk Ring  @notjustjavierpena-fics Running Like Water  @freshlyrage Salvatore  @devilmademewriteit Saturdays With Javier  @wildemaven Scathed Series  @dancingtotuyo Scenes From A Marriage  @pennyserenade Secret Smile  @thelightsandtheroses-fics She's Got The Tickets  @vanemando15 Somewhere To Start  @chloeangelic There Was Heavens In Your Eyes  @metalnecklace When Javi Met  @jedifarmer Worth The Wait  @kteague You Are My Best Friend  @autumnleaves1991-blog

One Shots

A Whole New Man  @jawabear Again  @javierpena-inatacvest Arde Tu Piel  @fhatbhabie Arepas  @undercoverpena-fics Back to December  @nonexistent-introvert Comatose  @absurdthirst Coming Home  @undercoverpena-fics Cookies & Whiskey  @jake-g-lockley Dance With Me?  @beecastle Every Inch  @javierpena-inatacvest Family Recipe  @beecastle I Can See You  @proxima-writes I Got You  @yeollie-plz I'd Love To See Me From Your POV  @tightjeansjavi Just Keep Breathing  @swiftispunk Let Me Be Your Anchor  @beecastle Meant to Be  @wildemaven Mi Cielo  @pedrostylez Missed You  @pedrostylez Over & Done With  @loquaciousferret Phone Sex… Amrite?  @tightjeansjavi Picture Perfect  @absurdthirst Pool Sex With Javi P  @tightjeansjavi Rendezvous  @frannyzooey Say No To Me  @lokischocolatefountain Stubborn When It Comes To This  @metalnecklace Sunburn  @metalnecklace Sweet Dreams  @javiscigarette Swipe His Nose Like A Credit Card  @tightjeansjavi Take Me Where Your Heart Is  @pennyserenade Tanlines  @metalnecklace The Third Date  @lowlights Tie Me Up Like I'm Surprised  @tightjeansjavi You Are My Home  @javierpena-inatacvest You'll Always Have Me  @eideticallys

Link to Masterlist

[double-j]

*STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE NOVEMBER WEEK 5 MASTERLIST*

[FOR ALL FICS, CHECK THE STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE TAG]

*reminder to please heed the author’s warnings on individual fics!*

~ splitting the list up into weeks this month because the post editor has been giving me a hard time ~

TGM: JAKE HANGMAN SERESIN FICS

more than this from @hangmanbrainrot

douche bag jar deposit: $50 (from the douche bag jar series) from @jupitercomet

what to expect p. 1, & p. 2 from @topguncortez

my girl p. 3 from @/ereardon

operation apollo p. 14 from @/sunlightmurdock

the third amendment from @gennyanydots

less talk p. 1, & p. 2 from @tongue-like-a-razor

out of the blue, clear sky p. 2 (this was both a fic rec and a coffee rec, and a re-read) from @theharddeck

signed away p. 9 from @seresinhangmanjake

damned (from the look away universe AKA sugar daddy jake) from @fuckyeahhangman

prompts 30+27 & 14 & 8+14 (from the house we share, plz read this series, it is perfect) from @rolycolysficrecs

in your dreams (part 2 to drink up, aka hangman loves a hurricane shot) from @/fandomxpreferences

please come home for christmas, & i'll be home for christmas from @madsnowstorm

grounded p. 5 from @enchanting-eloquence

until i found you, & is that okay with you?, & beginning of it all from @auroradawnwrites

"were you ever going to tell me?" from @/bradshawsbitch

she is both hellfire and holy water p. 6 from @chemistryread

settling (from the best benefits series which will have you ready to *lovingly* smack jake and val for their idiocy) from @writercole

something that will haunt me when you're not around (from the better man universe that will make you feel all the feelings) from @sweetlittlegingy

ego check, & just how far i'd go, & fuck, marry, protect thy love, & vows (from the to have & to hold series) from @ohtobeleah

is this a joke? p. 1 & p. 2 from @edensbuttercups

strip from @welcome-to-my-multiverse

back for more from @/seresinhangmanjake

kiss the sun (fight the fire) from @callsignvalley

a glimpse of us (get the tissues ready) from @call-sign-jinx

TGM: BRADLEY ROOSTER BRADSHAW FICS

come back p. 13 from @ereardon

the deployment diaries p. 9, p. 10, p. 11, & p. 12 from @roosterforme

christmas angel from @archivallyfound09

'cause no one breaks my heart like you (plz get out your tissues now) from @heartsofminds

lips on you from @/roosterforme

last hurrah from @cherrycola27

g.u.y. from @notroosterbradshaw

the lakehouse from @ayorooster

one for the history books p. 15, & p. 16 from @pisupsala

oops preview, p. 1, & p. 2 from @fandomxpreferences

safe and sound prologue, & p. 1 from @/fandomxpreferences

whiskey sour from @bradshawsbitch

afraid of flying p. 1, & p. 2 from @youvebeenlivingfictional

when all is said and done from @/sunlightmurdock

hollywoods bleeding preview, & p. 1 from @disturbedbeautywrites

TGM: ROBERT BOB FLOYD FICS

king of my heart from @croimilis

what are you thinking? (sobbing still tbh) from @/ereardon

all fun & games p. 1, p. 2, p. 3.1, & p. 3.2 from @purelyfiction

make it proper from @rassvetsky

office christmas party from @notroosterbradshaw

TGM: MISC FICS

safe zone p. 4 from @sunlightmurdock (love triangle w/ jake and bradley)

something in-between p. 7 from @/archivallyfound09 (love triangle w/ jake and bradley)

the one where episode one teaser from @/auroradawnwrites (friends au w/ the dagger squad)

NHL FICS

that which we are, we are p. 5 from @spine-buster

BINGO

[ao3feed-jaydick]

nightwing PLZ show hole - Drabbles

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52461802 by sillybirdhole A collection of all of my twitter and discord drabbles about Dick Grayson being a beautiful bottom, willing or not. Very Dead Dove, so heed the tags. This is my very first time posting fic, so bear with me :) Chapters labeled by the ship, and if you think I've missed much-needed tags, please let me know! Words: 4623, Chapters: 8/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake Relationships: Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Grooming, Age Difference, Dubious Consent, Consent Issues, Non-Consensual Spanking, Dark Bruce Wayne, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Alpha Dick Grayson, Omega Dick Grayson, Stalking?, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Pedophile Bruce Wayne, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Underage Rape/Non-con, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Vampire Dick Grayson, Manipulation, Painful Sex, Non-graphic Anal Tearing, Rape Fantasy, Violent Sex, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson is Robin, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Physical Abuse read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52461802

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

nightwing PLZ show hole - Drabbles

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ky2KLu3 by sillybirdhole A collection of all of my twitter and discord drabbles about Dick Grayson being a beautiful bottom, willing or not. Very Dead Dove, so heed the tags. This is my very first time posting fic, so bear with me :) Chapters labeled by the ship, and if you think I've missed much-needed tags, please let me know! Words: 3748, Chapters: 6/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake Relationships: Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Grooming, Age Difference, Dubious Consent, Consent Issues, Non-Consensual Spanking, Dark Bruce Wayne, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Alpha Dick Grayson, Omega Dick Grayson, Stalking?, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Pedophile Bruce Wayne, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Underage Rape/Non-con, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Vampire Dick Grayson, Manipulation, Painful Sex, Non-graphic Anal Tearing, Rape Fantasy, Violent Sex, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson is Robin, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Physical Abuse read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ky2KLu3

[voiceless-terror]

12. “I don’t care.” + jonelias?

My first foray into JonElias besides a small trial run last week, so you’ll have to tell me how I did! Heed the tags, for anyone who’s not partial to a deviance from my usual fare.

It’s a relatively clean slice, all things considered. An added bonus, really.

Elias wasn’t expecting Melanie to land a hit, not this early on. The Slaughter had yet to fester to its truest potential, but the intent behind it was enough. Another mark for his poor Archivist.

So he doesn’t mind the blood on the floor, he can have someone clean that up. No, what’s truly important is that Jon is back, somewhat safe and mostly sound, and ready to be thrust back into a world of danger more directly under Elias’s control. 

He’s never felt plans come to fruition this quickly; with Gertrude, it was always a struggle. Years would pass, ‘apocalypses’ avoided, another mark dodged. She was ruthless in her pursuit of knowledge, but she wasn’t reckless. She had a strong sense of self-preservation, an idea and belief of her place in this world that kept her rooted firmly in the earth, straddling the line of human and avatar. It was almost admirable, though she did it with all the grace of a blunted knife. But it worked.

Until it didn’t.

Jon, though- Jon doesn’t have any of that. Jon wants answers, wants knowledge, yes. That’s essential in this position. But for someone so attached to the Eye, he’s surprisingly blind. He lets his terror override any sense of self, makes stupid, rash decisions in the heat of the moment which cause nothing but chaos. And that’s what Elias needed. A little bit of chaos. Controlled, of course. Carefully orchestrated so Jon can scrape by with his body and his psyche (just barely) intact. There’s no grace in this either. But it is beautiful to behold.

Even more so when Elias can catch him directly in the aftermath. Melanie stumbled out of his office, shocked by her own violence as the blade plunged into Jon’s arm (his good arm, though the term’s relative). And now Jon sits, blood stark against ashen skin and Elias can’t help the small smirk as he cleans the wound, careful and methodical. Jon deserves that, after all he’s been through.

“Does it hurt?” he ventures, though he knows the answer.

“Does it matter?” is the clipped response. The smirk turns into a smile.

It does. If he doesn’t feel the terror in the marrow of his bones, then what’s the point? It’s part of the reason he let him remain with the Circus for as long as he did. A rescue effort would take some time, sure, but he needed Jon to feel that fear in case the Unknowing didn’t go as planned. Needed him to feel the touch of only a Stranger’s hand day in and day out, knowing no one would come for him. No one remembered, no one cared. Elias cared. But that’s beside the point.

Jon’s in that strange in-between phase of becoming; his powers growing as his body fails, sustained only by the promise of Knowing. He wants his Archivist to bend, not break- perhaps a month had been too long? But he’s growing so quickly, faster than Elias anticipated. If Jon could see inside his mind when he uttered Gerard’s name- just a quick flash of knowledge, the tiniest thing. A promising development, he called it. And Jon got so flustered.

Elias noticed early on that Jon thrived on praise. A stray ‘good job’ or a hand on his shoulder meant the world to him, starved as he was for attention. He remembers seeing the desperate young man first walk through his door all those years ago, unable to shake the threads that so terrorized his childhood and glinted under Elias’s Eye. This is the one, something whispered to him. Someone young, impressionable. It would take some time, sure. But he’d dispose of Gertrude and put someone else in her place, someone he could mold in the perfect image of the Eye. He took him under his wing, occasionally pulling him from Research for special projects and the like. Always giving him glowing reviews, allowing him the slightest bit of solid ground before he pulled it out from beneath him. 

Elias has grown fond of this one in a way he hadn’t anticipated. So easy to scare, so hard to reassure. And yet for some reason, he keeps coming back to Elias. Elias who gives him no concrete answers, no real support. Who hasn’t, as of late, been very hands-on. He pulled away when Jon got the position, for necessary reasons. He had to experience these things firsthand, destroy his silly view of the world by himself. It’s why he killed Leitner, that stupid fool who threatened everything he worked for with a single monologue. The Mother helped him then, pulling a string and allowing Jon that momentary crutch of weakness, a cigarette. She gave him the opening he needed, and though he was always suspicious of the Web’s motives, he’d have to thank her for that one. 

And now Jon sits before him, so deeply marked by the Stranger’s hands, shaking off the Spiral’s disorientation and now shaking with the unpredictable violence of the Slaughter. A beautiful tableau of horror sitting prettily before him. He shudders into his touch, remembering his month of torture and yet still leans into this brief moment of affection; he has nothing, no one. Elias made sure of that. And suddenly he finds himself momentarily overcome. Jon deserves to know he’s done well this time. He allows himself this weakness, moves a hand to the back of Jon’s neck and leans in to place a single, tender kiss to his forehead. 

“I’m so proud of you, Jon.” And he is, this terrible creation of his. Jon shivers to hear his own name said with kindness instead of scorn and blame. Elias has made him better, and one day he’ll see that. But for now he collapses on himself like a small, dying star.

“I don’t care.” They can both feel the lie as it spills from his lips.

Jon has always cared. It’s what’s led him to this point. Care for his colleagues (couldn’t call them friends, not anymore), care for his job, care that someone, anyone will see how hard he’s trying. Jon can’t lie to him; he’s mad, devastated, traumatized and yet he eats that tiny breadcrumb Elias offers him like the young researcher that blushed under the tiniest bit of praise. Jon can count on one hand how many people have told him that. It would almost be sad, this malleability, if Elias didn’t find it so endearing.  One day he’ll stand beside him over a ruined world, made powerful by Elias’s hand. But that must wait. Jonah’s a patient man, but Jon is not. One day, it’ll get him killed.

And one day, if Jonah has timed it right, he’ll wake up.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27838987

[susspirria]

Perfect Wife - Chapter One

Fandom: Outlast Whistleblower

Pairing: Eddie Gluskin/Waylon Park (Weddie / Eddway)

Tags/Warnings: Kidnapping,Captivity,Bondage,Restraints,Dom/sub,Stockholm Syndrome,Forced Orgasm,Forced Relationship,Forced Feminization,Forced Eye Contact,Face Slapping,Misogyny,Derogatory Language,Rape/Non-con Elements,Non-Consensual Drug Use,Non-Consensual Touching,Non-Consensual Kissing,Oral Sex,Anal Sex,Anal Fingering,Anal Plug,Fisting,Spanking, Unreliable Narrator (Its Eddie)

Summary: When Waylon Park walks into Gluskin's Tailoring, Eddie Gluskin finds the perfect new bride. His darling is beautiful. She's slim and tall, soft spoken and polite. He was desperate to have her and make her his.

'Til Death Due Them Part.

Read here on Ao3 or below the cut!

Eddie Gluskin let out an impatient sigh as he looked upon the wedding dress that he had been attempting to stitch together for the past few weeks. It wasn’t coming out the way that he wanted it too, no matter what he did. The stitching kept puckering. The lace kept bunching up. The tulle looked unkempt and cheap. It drove him mad when things didn’t work out the way that they were supposed to. It felt to him like the fabric, silk and lace were being difficult and obstinate with him just to cause him pain and suffering. His eyes flashed towards the design that he had for it.

The design had come to him in a dream – it would be floor length, the skirt made of tulle and silk. The chest would be modest and sweet, with just a small dip to leave something to the imagination. The sleeves would be off of the shoulder. And last but not least, it would have embroidered roses in a pink champagne color would dot the entire length of the chest and the sleeves. Once it was finished, he was sure that it would look perfect, on his bride. When he found his bride, he would sweep her off her feet and walk her down the aisle. She would wear this dress and she would look beautiful in it.

But first, he would have to make it right. Then Eddie heard the bell ringing out, breaking him out from his thoughts. A ting-ting-ting that rang out clearly in the back room of his shop. Eddie sighed and put away the fabric and scissors. The dress could wait, he supposed, he had all the time in the world to make it perfect. “Hello?” He heard a soft, tentative voice call out. “Are you guys open?”

Eddie walked out, expecting to see a mother or a husband. Maybe one of his regulars had come in for a fitting or wanted something taken in or let out. But instead of any of that, standing in the middle of his shop was someone he had never seen before.

He couldn’t help but marvel at her. She was beautiful. She was tall and slim, with soft looking freckled skin. She wasn’t very curvy, her hips were slim and she had no breasts to speak of, but that didn’t detract from her beauty a bit. Her hair was a lovely strawberry blonde. Though, he thought it was a little too short but hair grew back, he reminded himself.

And they would have all the time in the world, for him to see it grow out to a lovely and feminine length – none of these choppy, uneven layers, no sir. It was unfit for a woman to be so unkempt. He tutted at her briefly before he greeted her hello.

“Hi.” She replied with an awkward wave of her hand. Eddie walked towards her, noting small tells of her discomfort. He told himself that it was because she was just shy. Poor thing. He moved close to her and offered her his hand out to her. She took it, after a moment of deliberation and shook his hand.

“Would you please tell me your name?” Eddie spoke softly, politely so as not to startle her. The weaker sex tended to shock easily, their hearts were so weak and their minds so fragile. One should be gentle with them when they needed it, and quick with discipline when they needed it. “I’m Eddie. Eddie Gluskin.” He added, as a quick offer of explanation on his behalf.

“Er, Waylon.” She replied, speaking in such a nervous tone. Eddie wanted nothing more than to hold her and tell her that everything would be okay. That he would be there to take care of her and love her in ways that she hadn’t been loved before.

Eddie grinned at her quick obedience. “Waylon, Waylon, Waylon…” He repeated a few times, enjoying the way that her name felt on the tip of his tongue. “That’s a lovely name.” He complimented in a genuine manner. “Waylon.” He said, one more time, just for good measure.

She let out a small scoff, “Um, thanks I guess?” Waylon replied in a tone that sounded a little confused, and he couldn’t help but smile at her with sympathy. She must not be used to being complimented so honestly, poor thing. Eddie would have to rectify that in the future, though he did quite like her shyness. It came off as sweet and demure, just how a woman as lovely as she was should be.

“Would you like to tell me what you’re looking for, Darling?” Eddie continued on, in that gentle tone of voice. He kept himself patient and calm for the time being, but he didn’t know how long he could keep it up.

Waylon pulled a confused expression. “Darling?” She muttered to herself and shook her head minutely. Eddie ignored that, pointedly. “Oh um, alright, well…” She replied, like she was so flustered that she had forgotten what she even came into his shop for. That was when Eddie knew that she must have felt it too. They were meant to be. She was meant to belong to him. “Yeah, I just needed something for a job interview. Something erm, professional and not too formal.” Waylon scratched the back of her neck and looked around the shop. “I don’t really- do you have anything like that?” She asked, tone hopeful.

Eddie nodded at her, “Yes, I think I can find you something.” He replied, “Just sit tight, Waylon… I’ll be back with something lovely for you to wear to that…” His lip curled a bit in distaste at the thought of her toiling away at some nine to five. “Interview.”

Waylon blinked a few times. “Lovely?” She muttered to herself, as if that was a strange thing to say. Eddie didn’t see why she would think like that, so he disregarded it with the rationalization that women were strange sometimes. Flirty, flighty creatures with no sense in their heads. It was best not to put too much weight in their fancies, he reminded himself. After a second the questioning air in her tone disappeared, proving to him that he was right, that she was just a flighty little thing.

“Okay.” She hummed back to him, unconsciously moving to get comfortable as she waited for him to get everything ready for her. “I’ve got some time, so I guess I can wait for a bit.” She added, speaking in a hesitant sort of way. He disregarded this as well. Of course she would wait. That’s what he told her to do, wasn’t it? And she was a good girl, he could see that. She would wait.

Nevertheless, he wasn’t gone from the shop for very long. They were fated to be together, he could see this, but one must not tempt fate. The walk back to his quarters was a short one, just up a flight of stairs and down a small hallway. It had been a long time, too long in his opinion, since he had last fallen in love, and he hadn’t needed his supplies in a while. But still, they were right here in his closet in a small box next to his shoes, waiting for him to come back to them like a long lost lover or, even better, an old friend. The thought of that made him feel incredibly warm and content inside.

Woman came and went, good girls could turn into filthy sluts with a bat of his eye – but this length of rope, these thick leather gloves, this bottle of chloroform and this rag would always be there to care for him. No matter what. They would always be there for him. He sighed and decided to get to work.

He dabbed a bit of chloroform onto the length of cotton. It would be useful to get her calm and ready for the reception. When he walked back into the main shop, his darling wasn’t paying attention to anything, her head was stuck in the clouds. She was sitting on the chair where he’d left her, with headphones in her ears, listening to music or some kind of podcast.

He walked behind her. She didn’t notice him moving closer to her and he smiled with pleasure at that. He couldn’t help but think about what a sweet, naive little thing she was. She needed a good man to protect her and take care of her. Eddie would be that man for her, he would keep her safe throughout the rest of their days.

Waylon didn’t notice him walking up to her until he had forced her to her feet and pressed the cloth tight to her face. She struggled a little bit, squirmed and lashed her arms and legs out at him, but there was no use. In a matter of moments, she was slumped over in his arms.

Eddie pet down at her hair, “It’s alright, my love…” He purred to her, before hoisting her up over his shoulder with ease. She was light as a sack of potatoes to him and she didn’t squirm a bit. That was good, he’d need to prepare her for the wedding and he didn’t need her acting out or getting uppity with him. “You won’t need to worry about a thing ever again, I’ll take care of you from now on… forever”

The first thing that Eddie decided to do with his darling, once he had her safe in his arms, was take her for a bath. She had let herself go a bit, there was scruffy hair all over her legs and arms – there was even a bit of scruff on her chin and jaw! That was just shameful. She needed to be shaved and moisturized as soon as possible. He stripped her out of her clothes, with little care or practice to it.

The rags that she was wearing would have to be done away with, he wouldn’t stand to see his woman looking so badly cared for. His heart clenched with sympathy, he was sure that she must have been abused at home. He shook his head at the thought. Well, no matter, she would make sure to take care of herself from here on out. He would help her grow and blossom into a beautiful young woman.

He sat her down a comfortable chair as he prepared a bath for her. It didn’t take him long to get it ready and soon he was lowering her into the warm water and pampering her with soaps and shaving creams and his gentle touch. At some point, in the middle of washing her body, Waylon began to stir. She made a few moaning sounds, whining soft and tight in her throat. Eddie just shushed her gently, petting at her hair in a soothing manner. “It’s okay, Darling.” He cooed, “I’m here to take care of you, don’t worry about a thing. Just relax. Just relax…” He added, speaking as gentle and calmly as one would with a very small child on the verge of a tantrum. She slurred a little bit, but ultimately she quieted down.

This happened more than once. He would start washing her hair and she would stir, then he’d have to start shushing her and soothing her that everything was okay again. She nearly became entirely awake and cognizant when he shaved her, thank god she didn’t.

By the time that he was done, she looked like a whole new woman. Her hair looked fluffy and soft, though it was till far too short for his tastes. Her skin was smooth and she was hairless from the chin down. And she smelled delightful! Like roses, honey and lilac. He buried his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent before he finally pulled her out of the bathtub.

He patted her body down with a soft, fluffy towel until she was dry and then he pulled a delicate slip, made of satin in a soft pink color, onto her. When it was on, it barely went down to her mid-thigh. The sight of it was almost provocative. Eddie couldn’t help but think that she was doing this to him on purpose. What a naughty little minx, he thought as he picked her up and carried her into the small room that she would be living in until he was sure that he had made a good, honest woman out of her.

There wasn’t much to speak of in the room, just a small bed with chains attached to the head board and foot board, but that was kind of the point. Eddie had no problem with being kind, generous and magnanimous towards his little wife – but she would have to earn it first. Until she had proven herself as the good wife that he knew she would be, she would have to go without pretty things and luxury.

A woman needed both kindness and gentility, as well as a firm hand willing to punish whenever they needed it. Even a sweet, fragile and perfect girl like his Darling needed to be kept in her place, or she would start acting unruly and spoiled. The last thing that he wanted was for her to become some selfish, rotten whore – he didn’t want her to start acting like the rest of them.

Eddie chained each of her wrists to the headboard, and then each of her ankles. She was chained in such a way that she would be forced to lay on her back, with her arms above her head and her legs straight. She wouldn’t always be tied up like this, but he knew that she would be surprised when she woke up – chaining her up was for her own good.

Once he fastened all of her chains, all that was left to do was admire his work. Admire her. Eddie smiled, his fingers sliding down the silk smooth line of her cheek and her jaw. She looked so beautiful, especially restrained like this. His hands wandered down her shoulders and over her chest, smoothing and squeezing adoringly at her hips and thighs.

It took a lot of mental and spiritual energy to stop himself from unchaining her and having at her right then and there. No, they needed to have the wedding first. It wouldn’t be fair of him, not to make an honest woman out of her first. She wasn’t like the rest of those whores, she was a good woman. She deserved to be his wife.

Eddie covered her up with a small, thin blanket – so that she wouldn’t be too cool down here. He dared to kiss her one more time, just a slight peck to her temple – it was a nearly familial gesture, tender and soft. Then he got up and walked back down the stairs to his shop. He would be back in a few hours, he knew that his darling would be bound to wake sooner or later. And then they could have the wedding underway. She would look so beautiful in her dress. They would be so beautiful together.

The next time that Waylon woke up, he was laying on a small bed that he immediately assumed was his – because, really, who elses bed would it be? He wasn’t exactly the type to run off and sleep with strangers. His back ached and his neck was incredibly stiff. When he tried to move, get up off the bed and stretch his limbs out, he realized that he couldn’t move his legs or his arms. Waylon tried not to panic. He took a deep breath, though it was much more shaky than he would have liked it to be and then tried to look around the space that he was in. Then Waylon heard singing, from a masculine voice that was so loud and bombastic that it carried from outside the room. “When I was a boy, my mother often said to me… get married, boy and see…how happy you will be! I have looked all over, but no girlie can I find… who seems to be just like the girl I have in mind…” With every word that he spoke, the singing got louder and louder, until Waylon could swear he was right outside the room.

Then the door burst open and a large, broad and well kept looking man walked through the threshold. Waylon’s chains began to clatter and clank as he squirmed, trying to run even with the restraints as tight and oppressive as they were. His captor didn’t notice his discomfort and fear, thankfully. He just smiled down at Waylon in a way that came across as both predatory and gentle at the same time. “Ah… Darling, you’re finally awake.” The man said, speaking in a pleased tone of voice.

“You’re the guy from the…” Waylon trailed off as he started to remember everything. It took a few moments for Waylon to put everything together. He immediately started to panic, terror seizing up his all of his faculties and pushing him into overdrive. Gluskin’s Tailor shop. The tailor who kept smiling at him and flirting, even though it was clear that Waylon was not interested. Waylon couldn’t stop himself from babbling in his anxiousness, “The tailor shop. Oh my god, you kidnapped me you sick fuck-” He was forced to stop speaking when Eddie slapped him hard across the face.

He cried out in pain, but didn’t say another word. He felt fear, deep in his bones. Whatever this situation was, that he had landed himself in, he needed to be careful and watch himself. “Ah, tut-tut.” Eddie snapped at him, putting a finger to his lips. “Watch your language, my dear Waylon. A woman that is as beautiful as you are shouldn’t say such filthy words.” His tone teetered between gentle and mocking, loving and condescending. “It’s vulgar.” He added, lip curled in distaste.

“Woman?” Waylon parroted back with confusion heavy in his tone. He wasn’t a woman, that was obvious, nor was he a particularly feminine man. He supposed that he was a bit thin and a little shorter than he should have been, but that didn’t make him a woman. Just the thought of it was ridiculous. Still, he didn’t say anything more than just that one word.

He had no idea what was specifically wrong with this mad man that had kidnapped him, or what would set him off and he didn’t want to put himself in a situation that was even more vulnerable than the one that he was already in. Instead of panicking, like his instincts kept on raging at him to, he took a deep breath and tried to collect himself. He needed to play this cool. Play it cool. “Right,” He said, trying not to sound as bitter and frightened as he felt. He wasn’t that successful at it. “So, w-what am I doing here then, Eddie?” He asked, making his tone as gentle and coquettish as he could.

“You don’t remember?” Eddie pressed. Waylon shook his head minutely, but didn’t say a word as fear started to paralyze him. “You don’t remember my proposal? The wedding that we’ve been planning for months? Oh, darling, I’m hurt!” He grabbed Waylons hands and squeezed them momentarily before he started to explain the situation. Eddie believed them to be fated together, they would be wed because he thought that Waylon was the perfect girl for him.

“Oh.” This was worse than he thought. What was this man going to do, once they married? Mutilate him? Abuse him? Molest him? The odds weren’t in his favor, no matter what the case was. “Could you unchain me?” He asked, his tone nearly child-like with hopefulness that his captor would fall for the saccharine sweet way that he spoke to him. “I want to marry you as soon as possible. You should… you should make an honest woman out of me.” He added hopefully.

Eddie smiled at that, pleased as punch that Waylon was being so acquiescent to his whims. Once he was unlocked and free, Waylon took his chance at escape immediately. He kicked at Eddie’s shins, momentarily winding the larger man – who had not expected Waylon to do much but smile and sit there, looking pretty while Eddie prepped him for their, “union”.

Then he ran as quickly as possible out of the small room. He sprinted down a hallway, trying to burst through door after door – half of which were locked. He had no idea where he was going, he was running blind around the space that he was in. “Darling!” He heard Eddie scream in warning, “Get back here right now! You’ll only make things worse for yourself!” And maybe that was true, but Waylon wouldn’t let himself care.

Waylon screamed in panic and ran for the door. His only thought was that he had to get out of here as soon as possible. He didn’t get very far before Eddie caught up with him. Eddie grabbed Waylon by the waist, pulling him back from the threshold. He threw Waylon over his shoulder with a frightening ease. It occurred to him now, just how large his captor was. He could snap him in two – like he was nothing.

Eddie carried him back into the room, fuming with rage. He shut the door and dropped Waylon, who couldn’t move he was so scared. The next thing that he knew, he was being picked up and lain down on his stomach over Eddie’s knees. He had no idea why, until he felt Eddie striking his ass with his bare hand. Waylon screwed his eyes shut, tears bursting out of him from the humiliation and pain of being spanked over his captor’s knee like a child. Eddie’s hands were large and rough and he hit Waylon hard. “I’ve.” Slap! “Tried” Slap! “To be…” Slap! Slap! “Gentle.” Slap! “With you, Darling.” Eddie sneered down at him. “But, no…” Slap! Slap! “You just had to be-” Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! “Difficult!”

Waylon took the punishment passively, just waiting for it to be over. He tried his best to ignore how his heart seized up, beating so rapidly and so harshly that it was like it was a hummingbird trapped in his rib cage. When Eddie stopped spanking him he, foolishly, thought that that meant the punishment waso over. It wasn’t. The next thing that Waylon knew, he was being dropped down on the ground again. The impact hurt a bit, but nothing more than what he had already endured. Nevertheless, he let out a whine and curled up in on himself, trying to protect himself from even more damage.

It was done in vain. “I thought that you were a good girl-” He seethed with disgust for his ‘Darling’. She needed to be punished more, he decided, he needed to do something that would make sure that she understood how things could work here, if she wasn’t well behaved. “But you’re not.”

Waylon thrashed and cried out from the pain of being thrown down onto the floor. He crawled away, pathetically. “I am! I’m a good girl! I am, I promise!” He pleaded, not caring about how ridiculous he sounded or how humiliating and debasing it felt to acquiesce to each and every one of this psychopaths delusions about him. He just wanted to not be hurt anymore.

It didn’t go the way that he had hoped it would. He was disappointed and terrified, but not completely surprised. “No, no, no!” Eddie screamed, “You aren’t.” His tone turned cruel and venomous, “I know what you are…” He said cruelly, “You are a whore. You’re no better than the rest of them.” He spit the words out like they were acid on his tongue, “I know how to deal with shameful sluts such as you, my dear Waylon.” Every word that he spoke got angrier and angrier, until it was like he was hissing at Waylon – spitting venom in his face. It was terrifying.

Waylon started to back up in terror. He knew where this was going to go, though he hated it. “No, no please.” He begged, his voice barely louder than an impertinent squeak. “Please don’t do this! I know there must be good in you, somewhere! You don’t have to do this. Please… please…” Then he started to cry, ugly heaving sobs that broke up his voice and tore at his throat.

Any other man, any other person, would have felt sympathy for him. Any other man would have stopped what he was doing, but not Eddie. He didn’t care for Waylon’s tears. He didn’t care for the way he kept trying to get out of his punishment. He didn’t care. Period. Waylon had no idea that what he was doing was only making things worse for himself. How could he know?

Eddie looked at him with distaste and disgust as he forced Waylon down onto his hands and knees, lifting the slip up until it was halfway up his back, “This is for your own good, darling. I want to be kind to you! It’s all I want!” His voice lowered down from the scream to a hiss, so low in volume that Waylon had to strain to hear what he was saying. “But if you insist on acting like a worthless whore, then fine! I’ll treat you like one.”

Waylon didn’t bother with begging or screaming anymore. Maybe it was because he was already feeling hopeless, maybe it was because he was just tired out, maybe it was because he was too scared to act out anymore, he didn’t really know which one it was. No matter what it was, he lay there passively as Eddie pushed down in between his shoulder blades, forcing his face down in the carpet and his ass high in the air. Distantly, he thought that he probably looked like a mare built for fucking right then.

Waylon squeezed his eyes shut as Eddie’s fingers groped at his cheeks. Pulling, squeezing and prodding at the supple flesh in a way that could be barely counted a pleasurable. There was no doubt in Waylon’s mind that he would be left with bruising all over his flank and carpet burn over his knees by the time that Eddie was done with him.

The next thing he felt was a blunt intrusion – fingers, two of them he hoped. Waylon took a breath, forced himself to relax as Eddie briskly stretched him open. He was thankful, secretly, that he bothered with at least a little bit of prep before he took him. Eddie didn’t waste anymore time than he needed to, he just stretched him enough – barely – so he didn’t tear.

Then he felt something larger, nudging against his hole. Eddie didn’t bother pushing into him slowly, all his patience had run thin by this point. Waylon dug his fingers into the carpet as he was pulled flush against Eddie, while the larger man fucked him like he was an animal. His mouth opened up, trying for a scream, but nothing came out. His throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls.

He closed his eyes and let himself be lulled into something nearing peacefulness as he focused on the thump thump thump of his head rutting against the carpet over and over again with each thrust. Then with little warning to it, Eddie pulled out of him abruptly and flipped him over, forcing him to kneel in front of the larger and more intimidating man. Waylon cried out as his jaw was forced open and Eddie jammed his cock halfway down his throat.

Eddie was a large man, he was tall and imposing. Waylon supposed that it made sense that his dick was just as formidable as the rest of him. His mouth was full with Eddie. It burned his throat. His jaw ached and tensed, nearly spasming from sheer the girth of it. He could barely breath through his nose, the effort he concentrated to breathe through his nose made his nostrils burn. Eddie’s rough fingers buried in his hair, controlling the positioning of his head and forcing Waylon to take him in even deeper.

Waylon tried to keep up with the motions, but it wasn’t long until drool was dripping down his chin and his eyes were rolling in the back of his head. He kept fucking his throat like that for a while, and it wasn’t until Waylon was weak and dizzy – until his vision was spotting and he was on the verge of unconsciousness – that Eddie pulled off of him.

By that point, the feeling of being able to breathe deeply was almost foreign to him. His breath came out in short, puffy gasps. He hoped that it was over, all he wanted was for it to be over. He felt sick and uneasy. Eddie grabbed him by the hair again and positioned his cock right in front of Waylon’s face as he came. By the time that he was finally let go and there was no more tugging pressure on his scalp, he was out of tears – he had no more voice to cry out and scream. He was just blank and passive to whatever abuses that his captor might decide to inflict on him after this.

Eddie just smiled at him, his expression damn near passive. The change in his mood was so sudden that it nearly gave Waylon whiplash. “Have you learned your lesson now, darling?” He asked, leaning in close. His tone was saccharine sweet. It made Waylon feel a little sick, but he was learning how things worked with his captor.

Waylon turned to Eddie and smiled at his captor, through his tears, “Yes, I learned my lesson.” He said, trying to be as submissive as possible. Eddie didn’t look entirely convinced, but he didn’t strike Waylon or start screaming at him – so that had to be a good sign. Or, at least, it couldn’t be a bad one.

“I’m happy to hear that, Darling, I hate to see you cry.” Eddie said, not sounding like he was very broken up about hurting him. He pulled Waylon into his arms and started to absentmindedly pet his hair and caress his naked body. “And you’re sorry?” Eddie pressed on, further. For a moment Waylon just looked at him.

He nearly asked what he had to be sorry for, but he knew better than to act on that impulse. “…Yes, I-” Waylon sighed, swallowed down a bit of the bile that threatened to spill out of his mouth. “I’m sorry, Eddie. I’ll…” He couldn’t look the man in the eye as he spoke, he hoped that that didn’t warrant him anymore punishment. Eddie grabbed his jaw and forced it upwards, forcing Waylon to look Eddie in the eye as he spoke. He didn’t say a word, not an order or an insult, but Waylon got the message. He forced himself to keep looking at his captor. “I’m s-so sorry, Eddie, I’ll do better. I promise.”

I’ll do anything, everything that you want! Just… please stop hurting me.

Eddie looked at Waylon, pleased as punch. “I’m happy to hear that.” He crooned, “You’re a sweet girl, Waylon. Did you know that?” He didn’t wait for Waylon’s response, “I don’t want to have to punish you, don’t make me.” He added, his tone suddenly icy in warning. “Now be a good girl and tell me that you love me.”

Waylon’s expression screwed up at that. “What?” Was all he managed to say, before Eddie’s grip was on his throat, tightening around his neck until he could barely breath. “I love you!” He managed to say, before he lost his voice. It took nearly all of his mental strength not to start cursing at the man.

Eddie smiled again, his mood gentle and loving again. He stroked Waylon’s cheek, a cruel facsimile of what a lover would do, “I love you too, Darling. I love you more than anything in this world.” Then he kissed Waylon, just a soft, barely noticeable brush of their lips.

Waylon didn’t respond to the affection, just took it passively – eyes wide open and lips slightly parted, his affect was not unlike a dead fish and he was just as cold. Eddie didn’t mind though, he had gotten more than enough reaction out of Waylon that day. “I suppose you’re more than due for some rest. Women tire out so easily, it’s a wonder they can manage the heavy burdens that they carry.” Waylon had no idea what he meant by ‘heavy burdens’ but he thought it best not to ask. “Tomorrow, I’ll make an honest woman out of you.” He promised. “You’ll look so beautiful, when I finally walk you down the aisle. I’ve got a dress all made out for you… not the one I wanted, but it would be unfair to delay the reception. I suppose that we all make do. don’t we?” He chuckled and shook his head, like he was not speaking to Waylon at all, “Yes, we all make do…”

Eddie finally let him be then, humiliated and in pain. Waylon crumbled into a heap on the floor, the dress that he was in ruined and with sweat and cum all over his face face and chest. He held his face in his hands as his sobs racked his chest. Once he started crying, he couldn’t get himself to stop, it was like a dam had broken behind his eyes, letting free all the tears that he had been holding in in the short time since this nightmare had began. And he had a sickening feeling, deep in his gut that made his stomach feel heavy and pained, that the nightmare was just beginning for him.

[sparetimeimagines]

HI CAN I RQ A PART 2 WITH THE “CHOOSE” OSAMU SMUT PLZ I WANT TO SEE ATSUMU HURT MORE, T-T but dont force urself tho if u dont want to i just realllyyy love that one :D

Chance | Miya Osamu | Miya Atsumu

Tags; Violence, Smut, Toxic!Atsumu, jealousy, Possessive!Osamu, Boyfriend!Osamu

Part 2 to Choices

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Reality hit you like a train.

You wanted so badly to feel anything but the pain of rejection. How he chose her over you...

The answer was obvious why. She was perfect and beautiful, and you on the other hand, were bland.

Your family wasn’t rich. You had a basic 9-5 that kept you decent.

But when you look at him for comfort, and his eyes stared back at you with this different feeling you never felt with Atsumu. Those warm eyes and a soft smile; those gentle hands holding you close to him.

Atsumu could never.

Whipped cream and strawberries. It was your guilty pleasure and of course Osamu knew where to find you when you disappeared.

“Gotcha!” His arms curl around you, barricading your body to the counter top.

“Geez Osamu! Don’t do that!” You gasp observing the smashed strawberry in your hand. “Look what you made me do.”

Osamu, not breaking eye contact, grasps your wrist bringing your hand to his mouth. Lips kissing on your skin, gradually you palm in sucked on from the side. He slurps the strawberry from your hand, his dominant eyes staring into yours.

“Samu...” you groan looking around the kitchen for an intruder.

“Shh. There’s something else I’d rather be slurping right now.” He moans licking your palm before dropping your wrist all together.

His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you on to the counter top.

“I love it when you wear dresses.” He says into your lips, his hands caressing on each side pushing the loose fabric up.

“Osamu... not here.” You panic seeing him lower himself until finally he’s at level with your legs.

“Shh. No one’s home.” The smirk teases, delicately picking at the self-awareness you had built up. “I’m just grabbing a snack.” His finger hooks your panties to the side, his hot breath waking your bud. You hear him chuckle from below and a slow lick demands your full attention.

“O-Osamu.” You exhale gripping his hair.

“Mmhmm.” His tongue laps your sensitive pussy with purpose. “Fuck... taste so good.”

Osamu grips your hips pulling you into him. Your eyes roll back at you relax your head.

You never imagined yourself getting ate out on the countertop before. Especially not by your ex’s twin brother.

Delicate moans leave your mouth, feeling him grin against your skin.

“That’s right, Baby.” He slurps your slick. “Let me hear you.” His fingers slide into you without prep forcing your gasp.

“Osamu...” Rolling your hips, you feel his tongue flick against your clit, those fingers adding pressure to your core. Your breath is caught and suddenly you’re gripping his hair. “Mmm come here.”

He stands straight attacking your neck. “I wanna fuck you, Baby. Right here.” Light nibbles and a strong bite, he tears into your neck leaving a bruise.

“Mmm. Samu... you’ll leave a mark.”

“I know...keep my greedy brother’s hands off you.” He reaches into his shorts, pulling his stiff cock out. “Bastard...”

Osamu grazes his head against your slick lips earning a whimper.

“Is it safe here? What if he comes home?”

“He’s not gonna come home.” He whispers in your neck, burying his cock inside your cunt

“Samu... I-” you choke on your gasp feeling him inch by inch.

“Mmhmm. Good girl. Let me fill you up. Take me whole.”

Osamu lets his hips roll into you one at a time, watching your reaction each time he bottoms into you. Tiny whimpers break from your tongue and he smirks.

“You’re so cute.” He bites your lower lip and you follow suit with your tongue in his mouth. His hands grip your thighs, he wants nothing more than to break you. Your obvious hushed moans are provoked by Osamu tugging your strands.

“Let me hear you, Baby.” He grabs your ass pulling you into him. “I love the sounds you make.”

Your ass on the edge, you feel him slip in and out of your cunt, his arms guiding you on his cock.

“You’re so tight. Fuck. Come here.” He sets you down, spreading you over the counter top. “Mmm yes. You’re so pretty, Baby.”

Osamu pushes your dress up your hips, smacking his into yours.

The clapping echos throughout the kitchen, his praises being heard through the door shutting and keys being dropped on the counter in the hall.

“Right there...” You cry out grasping his arm. “Don’t stop.”

Your head bobs in unison with his hips, your jaw dropping leaving you speechless.

“Yeah? Right there Baby? Mmm Cum for me.”

His smacks grow rapidly in speed, he grips your hair from behind heeding you.

“Does it feel good, Baby?” His lips are inches from your ear. Your lip tucks into your teeth as you nod in compliance, Your walls tightening around him. “Mm Baby yes. Cream on my cock.”

Your heart races against your chest and he buckles down on you, arms clamping over yours. His body twitches and he pulls out, hot streams of cum spewing without control.

“Fuck Baby. Your cum is...” His pants with his fingers scooping your thick cream. His smirk grows as his brows rise. “Shit Babe... I...” He pulls your dress over your head exposing your wet panties and matching bra. “Go get yourself cleaned up, Sweetie. I’ve made a mess.”

“You made a mess? Osamu!” You cross your arms and he chuckles pulling his shirt over his head.

“Shush. Put this on.” He winks slipping it over your head. “This looks better on you, anyway.”

Osamu pulls your hair out and turns you to the bedroom. “Go ahead. I’ll clean up.” He playfully smacks your ass, kissing the tip of your nose.

Into Osamu’s bedroom, you find shorts on the bed he wore last night.

The door shuts behind you, and you’re thrown on the bed.

“I love your pretty moans. The way they echo in my house as you fuck my brother. Tell me, what does it feel like to be a whore?”

Blonde hair and arms pinned at each side of your head, you catch your breath seeing Atsumu.

“Atsumu...”

“Oh so you still use my name? Does it taste good?”

“Shut up.”

He smirks and kisses you, his lips lingering at your touch. “Does it taste good?”

“Atsumu get off. This is your fault.”

“My fault? You’re fucking My brother.”

“Yeah after you threw me away. You abandoned me. You did this to yourself.” You struggle underneath his weight and he smirks.

“Your pretty moans has me hard. You know you want to touch it.” He smirks and you roll your eyes.

“No I want you to get off.” You chuckle under him and he clicks his tongue.

“Tell me, whore, who’s the better fuck?”

“What’s your problem? Why are you doing this?” You glare at him and he sighs.

“I’m lonely.” He rolls his eyes in sarcasm. “Because I can. I know how you are. You’ll fuck anyone.”

Your glare is solid with your teeth grit.

“How about we call Suna... or Kita? Hell the whole team needs a reunion. Let’s go?” He leans up to grab his phone when he’s thrown off completely, slammed against the ground and grey hair on top of him.

“Who the hell are you to talk to her like that?” The sounds of smacks and thuds are enough to make you want to leave. “No wait. Stay.” Osamu looks up from atop his brother wiping the blood from his knuckles. The smirk he wears blends with the blood on his teeth.

“You’re a piece of shit, Atsumu.” Osamu sits up exposing his brother’s bloody nose and busted lip. “Don’t touch her again. Don’t talk to her. You had your chance and you lost it.”

Osamu stands and drags his brother to his feet. “Just leave her alone. Don’t pin this on her because you’re jealous.”

“Jealous? Of you? Do you know who i am? Everyone knows who I am. But what about you, Little Brother? Run some shop downtown and fuck my leftovers. Do you feel satisfied? Is this really what you wanted?” Atsumu chuckles spitting his blood on the floor. “I hope she’s worth it. Ruining everything we had over some whore.” He walks past Osamu who nearly attacks him again, though you grasp his arm by surprise.

“Don’t Osamu. He’s not worth it.”

But deep down, you knew this wasn’t the end of Atsumu and his rage.

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*STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE DECEMBER WEEK 5 MASTERLIST*

[FOR ALL FICS, CHECK THE STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE TAG]

*reminder to please heed the author’s warnings on individual fics!*

~ splitting the list up into weeks this month because the post editor has been giving me a hard time ~

posting early on NYE but don't be surprised to catch me reblogging more fics if i'm bored and editing this later lol

TGM: JAKE HANGMAN SERESIN FICS

my girl p. 11, p. 12, & p. 13 from @ereardon

just can't take it (p. 2 of i can make it, ft. on dec. week 1's list) from @thedroneranger

yeah, you're the only one i'm wishing for & jake gets protective (from the strikeout from the take me out to the ballgame universe aka the baseball au, i love jake and bunny so much) from @jupitercomet

fake proposal from @rolycolysficrecs

less talk p. 3 & p. 4 from @tongue-like-a-razor

leave a message (from one new voicemail from the under the hard deck universe aka the boxer au) from @/jupitercomet

to hec and back from @cherrycola27

what to expect p. 11 from @topguncortez

sundaes and stargazing (from the drink up series) from @fandomxpreferences

more hearts than mine p. 12 from @/fandomxpreferences

the one with the happy ending (p. 4 of an adorable series featured in previous weeks) from @/fandomxpreferences

operation apollo p. 16 from @/sunlightmurdock

loverboy from @rassvetsky

easy (like you) from @spidervee

he loves me not. he loves me. from @/fandomxpreferences

push the button from @bussyslayer333

2 kings tickets (from the douche bag jar aka the new girl au) from @/jupitercomet)

TGM: BRADLEY ROOSTER BRADSHAW FICS

christmas (baby please come home) from @gretagerwigsmuse

i'm dreaming of a white christmas from @hufflepuffprincesse

sunshine and rooster & past mistakes aka p. 4 (from the flight risk universe, i love love love rooster and sunshine) from @/hufflepuffprincesse

one for the history books p. 17, p. 18, p. 19, & p. 20 from @pisupsala

the deployment diaries p. 20, p. 21, p. 22, & p. 23 from @roosterforme

it's the concussion talking p. 2 from @/roosterforme

you overhear bradley calling you clingy & bradley gets affectionate after a match (from monsters in the dark from the under the hard deck universe aka the boxer au) from @/jupitercomet

christmas on deck from @/tongue-like-a-razor

snowed in from @wildbornsiren

my future in you p. 16 & p. 17 from @sunlightmurdock

call him daddy from @thebirdandthebee

safety in numbers (p. 2 to let's give him hell from dec. week 4's list) from @disturbedbeautywrites

safe and sound p. 6 from @/fandomxpreferences

prompts 5, 19, & 44 (part of the same mistakes-verse, aka rooster and rebel, aka really the story of two perfect pretty best friends rebel and coyote, plz do yourself a favor and read this whole series) from @/hufflepuffprincesse

homemade dynamite from @mothdruid

ceasefire p. 6 from @/sunlightmurdock

TGM: ROBERT BOB FLOYD FICS

it's in his kiss from @wishfulwithwine

do unto otters (from sweeter than sugar from the under the hard deck universe aka the boxer au) from @/jupitercomet

TGM: JAVY COYOTE MACHADO FICS

your love is the love i need p. 1 from @theharddeck

water droplets from @siempre-bucky

TGM: MISC FICS

callsign cherry prologue/you can only blame yourself from @sweetlittlegingy (lil bit of friends to enemies w/ jake and enemies to more intense enemies w/ bradley, cherry's villian origin story, potential for love triangle and everyone's fave enemies to lovers, i am vvvvv excited for this story)

snowballed from @inklore (bradley x reader x jake, established poly relationship)

BINGO: can't believe i am just missing one, i may have to go through everything for the last 4 months and make sure i didn't miss a secret identity fic by accident

[stuckylibrary]

Heyyy i was looking for a fic but i think it might have been deleted. It was a/b/o set in a modern universe. Bucky was an omega who was kidnapped and has three kids, and steve is an alpha who like helps troubled omegas through a service? The kids are named after buckys family. One ends up stabbing steve bc he thinks steves hurting bucky Plz help i really liked that fic but didnt save it like a f o o l

This one?

What I Used To Be* by thepinupchemist (complete | 117,095 | E) *rape/noncon, heed the tags

When the police uncover a hidden sub-basement in the home of criminal Alexander Pierce and find a tortured omega and his three pups, they bring them to the Stark Omega Clinic, a non-profit dedicated to rehabilitating traumatized omegas.

After dark in September 2005, fourteen year old Bucky Barnes vanished. Eleven years and three pups later, he is far from the boy that went missing from a suburban neighborhood outside of Denver.

Steve Rogers is an alpha of some means. When he came into money, he decided to use what he had for good and sign up as a candidate to be a support alpha for his close friend Tony’s charitable clinic. When he takes on the task of helping reintegrate Bucky and his pups into the world, he doesn’t expect to fall so hard.

[ao3feed-jaydick]

nightwing PLZ show hole - Drabbles

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52461802 by sillybirdhole A collection of all of my twitter and discord drabbles about Dick Grayson being a beautiful bottom, willing or not. Very Dead Dove, so heed the tags. This is my very first time posting fic, so bear with me :) Chapters labeled by the ship, and if you think I've missed much-needed tags, please let me know! Words: 4623, Chapters: 8/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake Relationships: Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Grooming, Age Difference, Dubious Consent, Consent Issues, Non-Consensual Spanking, Dark Bruce Wayne, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Alpha Dick Grayson, Omega Dick Grayson, Stalking?, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Pedophile Bruce Wayne, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Underage Rape/Non-con, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Vampire Dick Grayson, Manipulation, Painful Sex, Non-graphic Anal Tearing, Rape Fantasy, Violent Sex, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson is Robin, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Physical Abuse read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52461802

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

nightwing PLZ show hole - Drabbles

by sillybirdhole A collection of all of my twitter and discord drabbles about Dick Grayson being a beautiful bottom, willing or not. Very Dead Dove, so heed the tags. This is my very first time posting fic, so bear with me :) Chapters labeled by the ship, and if you think I've missed much-needed tags, please let me know! Words: 3748, Chapters: 6/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake Relationships: Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Grooming, Age Difference, Dubious Consent, Consent Issues, Non-Consensual Spanking, Dark Bruce Wayne, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Alpha Dick Grayson, Omega Dick Grayson, Stalking?, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Pedophile Bruce Wayne, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Underage Rape/Non-con, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Vampire Dick Grayson, Manipulation, Painful Sex, Non-graphic Anal Tearing, Rape Fantasy, Violent Sex, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson is Robin, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Physical Abuse via https://ift.tt/ky2KLu3

[philodendrongoeldii]

Les Mis fic recs! It’ll be a short list, but these are some fics that I really like! As always, heed the tags.

Little disclaimer- As I was going through I realized these were all Enjoltaire lol. Just a heads up. Happy reading!

Préludes- 10k words. POV Grantaire. I love the author’s writing style.

Under My Wings You Will Find Refuge- 176k words. POV Grantaire. Supernatural AU but can be read without having watched SPN.

A Gamble of Pirates- 33k words. POV Enjolras. Pirate AU, really good dialogue and characterization.

Something Telling (Between Then and Now)- 99k words. Complete. Multiple POVs. Time Travel Modern AU. So good.

tomorrow’s sun hasn’t risen (but our sneakers are tied and the city is wide)- 2.5k words. Complete. POV Enjolras. Short and sweet, lots of art history stuff.

Keyboard Revolutionaries- 8k words. Complete. Multiple POVs. Blogger AU. It has art and actual recipes! At least, I think they’re real recipes. I haven’t tried them.

 The Art of Insolence- 100k words. Complete. I haven’t finished this, but I’ve heard it’s good and it looks promising.

One more thing. I was reading a fic on AO3 years ago and I can’t for the life of me find it. It was slowburn Enjoltaire high school AU, there was a pun about pirates in the summary, and there was an art club. I think one of les amis worked at a frozen yogurt shop, but I’m but sure. This was at least 3 years ago and it was ongoing when I first read it. If anyone knows about this, plz let me know! Thanks!