#tw; assualt

[basedandhygienic247]

Horrifying.

[rottmnt-residuum]

part 19 (gore)

getting into donnies head is a very hands on activity :D

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Starting to believe there's no hope for some of you. My mother's, and many like her, worse fear in raising me is that I would be assualted and killed for being an Indigenous women like others she knows. The violence against Indigenous women impacts her, and mine, daily life. Indigenous human trafficking survivors get turned away from social services because they're whores anyway.

Poc having "reactionary" responses to race kink isn't some "puritan", anti-queer shit and it is incredibly telling that some queers act like we have to respect and accept it to be supportive of the queer community, even if we're in the queer community. It's also so fucking clear they don't stop and consider us and our well being and feelings.

"You need to actually talk to people in that kink"- what will talking to someone who gets off to the abuse and dehumanization of my people accomplish? They're not willing to listen to me or other poc about how it affects us. And everytime you do listen, they talk like there's some magic spell that stops it from being racist and somehow is completely incapable of impacting their subconscious and how poc are treated.

Any criticism white kinksters who defend raceplay have against poc who don't like it has to be weighed against the fact that we're trying not to get killed by people who say the same shit.

[wing-ed-thing]

Collaboration (Levi x Reader)

Synopsis: You and Levi, who has always treated you with the utmost disdain, are given a collaborative assignment. When you go over his head, you find that his feelings are a bit more complex than you expected. 

Word Count: 4.7k

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Reader is referred to as “pretty” and “beautiful”, Minor Original Characters, Characters with Bad Takes, Canon-Typical Violence, Language, Yelling and Name-Calling, Assault, Workplace Harassment

Notes: Ensure you read the tags and proceed with caution!

You thought naively that all group projects would end when you left school.

Erwin spoke your title and name as he stood at the end of the table, staring punishingly down at the bundle of papers in his hand. He handed the stack to his right to Levi.

“I’m assigning these to you and Captain Levi. I expect to hear a report at the end of next week.”

You made direct eye contact with Levi over the polished wooden table, the both of you having the same thought simultaneously. Your brows raised in mild shock and acute horror. His gaze was piercing as he wrinkled his nose in disgust.

The corner of his already scowling lips twitched downwards as he separated the stack of papers. He flung your portion across the table flippantly. They landed haphazardly in front of you, parts of the pages sliding out of the paperclip. You sucked at the inside of your cheek as you glared back, leaning forward to take the disorganized pile in your hands. By that point, Erwin had long since moved the meeting on.

You flipped through the pages until the meeting ended. It wasn’t the most extensive project you had ever been assigned, but you didn’t feel ecstatic about collaborating with Levi.

You felt him eyeing you, and as he rounded the table, you held your breath for his presence to pass. It didn’t.

“I want you in my office at noon tomorrow.” Levi crossed his arms, his compilation of files clutched in one hand and pinned to his body by his elbow. You inhaled deeply, lamenting to yourself as to why every interaction with your fellow Section Leader always seemed to be a confrontation.

“You can want a lot of things, Captain, but I have a schedule as well,” you breathed, not quite in the mood for repartee. Given that his office was just down the hall from yours, a quick stop by wouldn’t have been the end of the world. However, you didn’t appreciate the demand of your time.

The other squad leaders and various leadership had begun to trickle out. Erwin stayed behind to put away his assorted folders and visual aids.

“I don’t know how you usually go about things, but I’m not a fan of putting things off.”

You resisted the urge to snort.

“I will swing by Thursday when I have a second to figure out a regular time for us to meet,” you nearly gritted, your tone sickly professional. Levi rolled his eyes.

All he said was, “Whatever,” before he pushed past you out of the room. A scowl overtook your face as soon as he left. Erwin had just finished taking down his various maps from the rolling corkboard.

“What a jerk.” You said aloud, not particularly to anyone. You crossed your arms over your chest with a huff. “You’d think I… I… killed his family by the attitude he cops with me.”

“Captain Levi does have his own unique… charm.” Even Erwin struggled with that one. With a shrug, he gathered up his things in the crook of his elbow. “He actually finds you quite pretty, I assure you.” An acute expression of amusement followed the single raise and lowering of his brows. His assurance didn’t do much for the deep frown on your face.

“What does being pretty have to do with anything?” You mirrored him, snatching your bundle of papers from the desk as you gestured sarcastically. “Has he been pulling my pigtails on the playground? Is that what you would say to me? Bad on you, Erwin.” The two of you slowly made for the door. He snorted at the swat you landed on his bicep.

“I’m sure he would if you asked him to.”

The corners of Erwin’s lips twitched up into an almost boyish smile. You continued to pout.

“You think you’re funny.”

“You know me well. As commander, I like to keep things light.” He adjusted his collar, squaring his shoulders back as he strode briskly down the hall. He plucked at his paperwork. You had to pick up your pace to keep up.

“You’re worse than he is,” you grumbled. “As commander, you should talk with him. His behavior is unprofessional at best.”

“Hm?” He hardly glanced up as he thumbed through his files. Erwin stopped momentarily in the middle of the hall, glancing back from where you just came and back to his papers. He fidgetted with them some more, and with a self-assured nod, he continued. You followed after him.

“Talk to him, Erwin. I’m sick of the non-stop attitude.”

“You’re grown enough to have your own conversations, Section Commander.” He hummed absentmindedly, making a sharp turn down the hallway and into the stairwell. The door almost hit you square in the nose.

“He’s your subordinate,” you petitioned, clutching onto the railing as Erwin rapidly moved up the stairs. Your words echoed as he reached the next landing. You hurried up the steps so as not to lose him. He held the door open for you, to your surprise, as you shuffled up toward him with labored breath.

“And your peer.” He gave you a pointed look before moving on. You continued your chase.

“Really, Erwin?”

—“Commander.”

“When my pigtails are at stake?”

“Ah yes, your metaphorical pigtails.” It took you a moment to realize you had reached his office when he stopped again. You stared at the large wooden doors, slightly taken aback. Erwin made a harsh jab at the folder in your hands. You could almost feel it through the paper. “It’s an assignment. I expect the two of you to get along.”

And before you could get a word in edgewise, he had already closed his office doors in your face.

***

The offices of the Military Police Brigade always had a drastically different feel compared to the Scouts. You walked past a stately courtyard and through stone halls. As you made your way up to the third floor, you couldn’t help but notice how everyone in the capital seemed so much more relaxed— if you dare use such a word. Not to say the Military Police lacked formality, but such decorum differed adjacently.

You rapped at an office door. You wouldn’t go as far as to say that it was decorated ornately, but the four brass curls that curved from the door’s hinges gave it a more elegant look. A muffled invitation came from the other side, and you let yourself in. The knob hardly creaked, unlike the one stationed at the entrance of your office. Captains in the Military Police probably didn’t have to deal with squeaky doors or broken locks, you pondered to yourself bitterly.

Captain Thatch sat behind his desk with a pen in his hand. His bright blue eyes lit up at the sight of you as he stood to welcome you with a wave of his palm. You closed the door behind you as he greeted you by name. The two of you saluted to each other before you held up a handful of documents.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, beautiful? I hope you Scouts haven’t gotten into too much trouble now.” You strode across the room to hand them over, rolling your eyes as you did—typical Thatch. You invited yourself to one of the chairs in front of his desk. Thatch settled into his comfy seat as he flipped through the folder, and his eyes bulged. “Captain Levi is on this, huh.”

“It’s straight from Commander Erwin.” Thatch chuckled to himself. He sat, continuing to flip pages.

“That guy refuses to tell me where he gets his hair gel,” he sighed with a shake. You always thought that Thatch looked like most men that served in the MPs. Lean and neatly uniformed, you considered that he wore his light brown hair in a barely practical style for combat. As an MP, he could get away with that.

“I’ll ensure it’s the first order of business at the next meeting,” you snorted, slinging an ankle over your opposite knee. You glanced around his office, taking note of all his little knickknacks as you typically did when you were here. MP officers certainly loved their useless little decorations.

“See, this is why I like you comin’ here.” Thatch clicked his tongue. The end of his quill brushed against his lip as he studied you. “You know I’m a man who likes to indulge in a bit of flattery.”

The comment escaped you as you launched into jargon and well-rehearsed lines about what support you would need for your and Levi’s project. You sat at the edge of your chair, gripping a pen as you motioned to various items that lay flat on Thatch’s desk. You talked for well over an hour.

“Well,” he leaned back, something about him oozing self-satisfaction. “I’m honored you came to me for support on this.”

“Support from the Military Police would be of the utmost help,” you responded diplomatically, glossing over that this issue was Thatch’s specific jurisdiction and, therefore, the only person you could’ve gone to.

“I’ll pass it along if it means I’ll see you around here more.” Thatch grinned as his cheek settled into the palm of his hand. You sighed. Perhaps lack of professionalism in the workplace extended to more people than just Levi.

“I’ll have someone reach out to you about a meeting to discuss further. Let’s coordinate something soon.” You stood, and with a quick salute, you let yourself out.

***

“I thought you’d never show up. Tsk, think you could send a little notice next time?”

You almost touched your forehead to the door as you entered, his rude words almost making you turn on your heel to leave. The latch clicked shut behind you as you made your way over to Levi’s desk. Another office door that worked better than yours did. You considered putting in a work order.

He lounged on his office chair, a warm cup of tea pinched between the pads of his fingers. He sat up, placing it on his desk as he rested his elbows.

“I’ll have you know I just finished up with Captain Thatch,” you said, trying to mask the bitterness in your tone. You let yourself in, sitting across from another desk for the second time that day. Levi arched a brow, staring deeply into the liquid of his cup. He traced the rim with his index finger.

“From the MPs?” he asked in consideration. His other hand ran through his undercut.

“We’ll need their assistance here.”

You braced yourself for his inevitable criticism, which came swiftly.

“So you went over my head.” You frowned with a huff. You crossed one leg over the other, shifting your collection of important documents as you did.

“I thought you’d be pleased to have the interaction taken off your docket.”

The two of you sat with eyes locked. The room sat still as Levi analyzed you. A vein in his forehead twitched. His glare was as scathing as ever.

“Let me be the judge of that next time.” His harsh words cut through the palpable tension in the air. The tension in his brow softened for the slightest second. You were too busy writing to notice. “I don’t want you meeting with Thatch without me.”

You didn’t even acknowledge him. You penned something down instead, making a minor adjustment to the plan in your lap before you turned it over to Levi. You flung it over his desk, and the page landed upside down in front of him. You leaned back in your seat.

“Does this work for your calendar?” He gave it a quick once over, flicking it back towards you. The neatly inked page fell off the edge of the desk.

“Why are you asking me? You’ve clearly gone through my schedule, you little creep.” You couldn’t help the scowl that contorted your face. Levi’s features were just as severe.

“Do you want me to consult you or not? Make up your goddamn mind.” Your nose wrinkled in displeasure. Levi searched one of the drawers of his desk, pulling out a familiar folder. It looked more worn than when you last saw it. He took it in two hands and let it fall onto the desk with a smack.

“I’ve already gotten my end of things done. I expect us to be able to move forward in a timely manner.” Levi smacked it toward you. The beefy file spun towards the edge of the desk. You barely caught it in time before the filled-out pages began to spill out. You matched his glare as you stood.

“You’re insufferable,” you spat.

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

***

You deliberated for the days that followed.

Between your normal duties as Squad Leader, you funneled your efforts toward your project with Levi. Although, you considered that the measure had more to do with your mounting annoyance than your actual work ethic.

The hours you spent working overtime were proportionate to the amount of Levi’s hostile indifference you had to put up with on any given day. Each errand run outside headquarters was an excuse to cool down. Even if sending a new recruit for a signature was easier, you jumped at the opportunity to deliver clerical work personally. Levi didn’t have to know. Thatch was thrilled, to say the least.

For what it was worth, Levi at least got his work to you on time and with little fuss. Although you hoped the process would’ve been more collaborative, you appreciated being able to throw things together independently, no matter the strain.

You hurried down the hallway. The low heels of your boots clicked on the tile, producing a haphazard rhythm as you muttered apologies to startled cadets. You glanced at your watch, almost slamming into another cadet as you did. You exclaimed another rushed apology as you made a beeline for your office. You were already ten minutes late.

You slammed open the door.

“I’m so sorry, Thatch!”

Thatch turned in his chair, surprised by your sudden and violent entrance. You made for your desk, trailing papers as you did.

“Let me help you with that.”

Thatch was quick to stand. He scooped up the papers closest to him as he made his way toward the entrance. Luckily, the trail of important documents only extended to just a foot outside the doorway. You plopped the large crate of files on your desk and pushed it forward with your hip bone. Thatch glanced behind himself as you did, slowly closing the door and locking it.

“You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to haul this thing all the way from the basement,” you panted. You steadied your hands on your knees—the ache of your efforts seared through the muscles of your legs and buttocks. Thatch approached you, smoothing out the loose papers in his hands. He held them out to you, eyes glued on your backside. You took them from him when you caught your breath and fanned yourself. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he laughed. You hummed as you took another look at your watch. You offered him a contrite look.

“Captain Levi should be here any moment. He had a meeting that overlaps with us, but—”

“Ah, he didn’t tell you? Captain Levi won’t be joining us today.”

You pursed your lips in confusion, tilting your head to the side as you continued to unpack the crate you had just pulled from records. Your eyes flickered to the neatly drawn schedule at your desk's edge.

“Oh…” That was all you said, your brows still furrowed.

You wished Levi would have told you that earlier. The whole point of holding the meeting in your office was so Levi wouldn’t make a fuss about the commute. You sighed. Well, there goes your excuse to get out of headquarters for the day.

“Is something wrong?”

“Not at all.” You shook your head. “I suppose we can just go over things, and I can fill him in later.” You hardly spared any attention toward Thatch, overwhelmed by the mountain of administrative work you had hoped you would’ve had a chance to sort out before Thatch arrived.

A wide, wooden shelf sat on the wall next to your desk. Each landing was filled to the brim with neatly labeled binders. A black binder dated two days back sat on the top shelf. You strained yourself to reach it.

“Here, I got it.”

Before you could even think, Thatch came up directly behind you. He caged you in as he plucked out the binder. One arm clutched the lower shelf by your shoulder, and the other held the bundle of neat papers, casting a shadow over your face. He positioned a foot next to yours as he leaned forward to look at your shocked face. Thatch’s chest made flush contact with your back.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help myself anymore.” You instinctively moved to pull away, but Thatch pinned one of your wrists to the shelf’s frame. The binder clattered to the floor. You felt a hand slide into the back pocket of your uniform pants. That was enough to set you off. “I told myself the next time you were in my office when we were alone; I would—.”

“Get off me,” you demanded, a shiver coursing through your spine. Thatch’s eyes widened in confusion. Shock filled your system as you processed your situation. His hand felt clammy wrapped around you. You assessed your options. “Thatch.” His name was spoken in warning.

With the slightest bit of hesitation, his grip on you loosened for a second. You took the opportunity to whirl around as you delivered a swift blow straight to his face. His hand flew straight to his nose as Thatch stumbled back to lean against your desk as you quickly composed yourself.

He stared at you with wild eyes. His trembling fingers lowered to reveal a disfigured and bloody nose. Thatch touched the blood pouring down his upper lip, smoothing it between his fingertips to convince himself of what had just happened. He ground his teeth.

“You little bitch… You think leading me on is funny, huh?”

You groped at the wall of books and files behind you, hurling one at Thatch as you made a break for the door. Papers flew around you as you tried to flee, but a large hand seized the back of your jacket. Thatch threw you to the ground, your head hitting the leg of the chair in front of your desk as you went down. You cried out a guttural sound of frustration and pain as Thatch continued to rage over you.  

And in a blur of adrenaline and discombobulation, you heard a creak, muffled footsteps, and a hard smack.

You scrambled away, sitting on your office carpet as you held your arms up defensively. But no harm ever came to you.

Thatch clutched his head, holding onto your desk as he struggled to his feet. A bright, red blood stain smeared the side of your work area from where Levi had forced Thatch’s face. Thatch made a lunge for Levi as soon as he picked himself up. In his rage, you assumed he just wanted to take his anger out on anyone.

Levi made short work of him. Thatch never even landed a hit. By the time you rose off the floor, Levi was standing over Thatch, kicking and elbowing him mercilessly over and over into your desk. Blood splattered across your office. Levi took him by the hair, slamming his face into the side of the wood.

He had left the door open when he barged in. The loose hinges caused it to rasp open. Cadets and other soldiers gathered in the hall outside your door, gawking as Levi brutalized a Military Police captain. They flinched with hands over open mouths as Thatch’s bellows and whimpers filled the hall. You stalked over to the open door, causing a few passing soldiers to recoil physically.

You stood in the doorway as the violence continued behind you, your entire face stark.

“Someone call security!” you barked. A few people scrambled off to do as they were told. The leftover audience averted their eyes, some scrambling off to not get caught spectating.

You closed the door halfway as you turned back to Levi and Thatch.

“Levi,” you said in a quiet voice. You didn’t know if he had heard you.

He held Thatch’s battered face by his hair, bringing his ear close to his lips.

“Don’t fuck with the Scouts.” Levi threw Thatch down again, giving him one last kick. “Learn to keep your dirty mitts off my comrades, you filthy pig.” Levi stormed over to you with a fury in his eyes that you had rarely seen. He collected you, pulling you by the sleeve of your jacket and out the door. “We’re leaving.”

The crowd outside completely dissipated as soon as they saw Levi. They leaped out of his way as they scattered throughout the wing. Just three steps out of your office and the hall had completely emptied.

“Levi—”

“Shut up.”

He dragged you across the polished tile. A mop and bucket sat abandoned in the middle of the wing. You yanked yourself out of his grip, staggering backward. You wouldn’t be manhandled by Thatch, and you sure as hell wouldn’t let Levi do the same. You glanced back toward your office and then to where Levi burned with ire.

“What the hell was—”

—“No.” He cut you off sternly, coming up just a foot from your face. Levi continued to blaze with barely restrained rage. “What the hell did you think you were doing? I told you no meeting with Thatch without me. I thought I made myself clear, or are you just stupid?”

“The hell? You were—!”

“But no, you had to slink around with the massive creep under ten different investigations for being a massive fucking creep.” Your poised lips froze. You didn’t know that. Levi could read as much in your expression, and you could see the vexation in his dark irises. He continued to fume. “Maybe when I say shit to you, you should, I don’t know, listen because maybe you don’t know every fucking thing.” Levi jabbed you on the shoulder, and you smacked his hand away in disgust.

“How was I supposed to know you would back out last minute? You agreed to come to the meeting!” you shouted, and the hall went completely silent. Levi’s expression remained unreadable. He drew back.

“What?”

“That’s what—” The words you were about to say died on your lips. You stared deep into Levi’s expression. A horrific realization dawned on you, a realization that he figured out just before you. “That’s what… Thatch told me.” Levi rolled his eyes. You didn’t notice their appearance soften.

“C’mon, let’s go.” The clutch on your elbow was more gentle than you expected.

“Where are we going?”

“The infirmary, dumbass,” Levi scoffed. “You hit your head hard as hell.” He didn’t even look at you as he led the way down the hall.

You didn’t put up a fight this time. He escorted you to the infirmary, gave the nurse a brief explanation of what happened (leaving out the details), and left soon after that. As you sat through your testing, you replayed the imagery of Levi’s rage, which seared into your mind.

***

Thatch was suspended indefinitely and was later stripped of his rank.

Levi fell under investigation.

You were called in to answer questions in front of Commander Erwin and Premier Darius Zachary, among others. Apparently, the audience you had the day Thatch decided to act up in your office was enough to whip the military into a tizzy. Because of their mutual ranks and the publicity of the stunt, Levi also faced suspension, no matter how unfair you found it.

You waited outside of the hearing room with anxiety pounding in your chest. If anything lucky came out of the situation, it was that Levi hadn’t been put on a formal trial. After collecting testimony from you and several other witnesses, it was up to the military leadership to decide Levi’s fate. It gave you hope to think you had a little power over how they perceived Levi’s actions through your retelling. Not to mention, you were sure that Erwin had a plan to back up his right hand.

He had told you not to worry earlier. It didn’t do much for your nerves.

You shot up the moment the doors opened. Several of your uniformed superiors trickled out of the room. It only took you a few seconds to spot Levi. He stood by Erwin’s side as the commander exchanged a few last words with Premier Zachary. You stood off to the side a ways away, just outside a tucked-off part of the corridor, not wanting to make a spectacle. They spotted you at the same time. Levi tore off from the Scout’s commander, approaching you. His expression was as indifferent as ever.

“So?” you asked, pulling him around the corner. You pressed your index finger across the length of your lip in anticipation. “What did they say?” Levi sighed and shrugged.

“A slap on the wrist. Luckily nothing more, thanks to Erwin.” He glanced towards the slowly dispersing group of military leaders. Levi stood with his arms crossed with an almost pensive look to him. He quirked a brow at you. You must’ve been staring. “Is that all?”

You paused, thrown off by the question.

“I’m just sorry you had to go through all of this,” you admitted. “And I never thanked you for rescuing me.” You had more to say. You had questions, but for now, especially with Levi fresh from his hearing, you thought it best to keep your comments brief.

“I would have done it for anyone,” he scoffed with a notable shift in his demeanor. His words were true, but something about how he said them wasn’t quite believable. It made you think back to what Erwin had told you.

“I know… I, just, uh…” Levi studied you with dark, stoic eyes as you pondered to yourself. He noticed you pause, wondering what thoughts ran through your mind.

You decided to take a chance, casting your gaze downward as you closed the space between you. You raised a hand gingerly as your attention darted across Levi’s face. He didn’t recoil and continued to observe you carefully instead, letting you caress his firm jaw. His skin's natural texture felt warm under your fingers' pads. In a moment absent of thoughts, you pressed a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. You pulled away.

“The hell was that?” he asked, but his voice was devoid of bite in contrast to the nature of his words. You could’ve sworn you saw the undertone of Levi’s face grow increasingly pinker. You laughed, much to his disdain, something sentimental overtaking you.

“Maybe I should listen to Erwin more often.”

“You should already be listening to me, Squad Leader.” Erwin rounded the corner. He huffed, shaking his head as he reeled from the hearing. Despite meandering discourse being a significant part of his job as commander, even Erwin wasn’t immune to the occasional burnout. “I’m confident that the two of you have taken the time to talk about how you’ll be moving forward without Captain Thatch.”

“Yes, sir,” you responded, much to Levi’s surprise.

“Wonderful.” Erwin nodded between the two of you. “It’s good to see the two of you getting along.” You hummed in agreement, and with a last once-over, Erwin made for the stairwell directly behind him. “Come now, Levi. Plenty of other things to attend to, given that your rank has remained intact.”

Levi glanced at you. You met his concerned expression with a shrug.

“We’ll talk about it later. Your office.”

You turned on your heel to leave, and Levi followed after Erwin.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: Poor Reader, turns out having the only broken doorknob in the whole military really paid off this time. I read this to my boyfriend and I was like DID YOU GET IT??? DID YOU GET THE DOORKNOB THING????

The way this TOOK FOREVER, but I really enjoyed the new writing style. DON’T FUCK WITH THE SCOUTS 😤

[blackfilmmakers]

⚠️⚠️⚠️TW FOR TRANSPHOBIA ⚠️⚠️⚠️

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BE WARY OF THIS TRANSPHOBIC AD

I can’t remember much, but the ad starts off with two girls in a locker room being uncomfortable around a trans woman. The narrator proceeds to use immigrant women escaping assault, and a whole bunch of other imagery to depict trans people as predators

Hate when these ads are forced onto you, but yeah be careful if you come across this and the organization

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part 19 (censored)

getting into donnies head is a very hands on activity :D

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[come1nalone]

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Klaus: *Comes home face bruised and bloody*

Five: Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy?’

Klaus: Wouldn’t recommend it

Five:

Five: Who am I killing?

[ms-musers]

I don’t see many posts talking about this moment in Red Robin (though I also don’t actively search them out). But, it’s such an important moment and extremely heartbreaking.

Yes, I know Tim was prepared (he had Cass to help him—he planned for this moment), but what if he wasn’t?

He’s 17 years old.

He could have made a mistake.

Yes, Ra’s constantly underestimated him in the series—but what if this one time, he estimated Tim correctly? What if Tim hadn’t reached out to Cass? What if Tim made a miscalculation, an error in what he was doing?

He’s only 17 years old.

He didn’t make a mistake—this time.

But what about the next time? Or the time after that?

Ra’s is a man who does obsession well. He’s got his eyes set on Tim just as they were on Bruce. He’s a man obsessed with having a perfect heir—he doesn’t care about consent, he doesn’t care that Tim is only 17—he only cares about his legacy.

It’s truly tragic.

(Big Sister Cass saving the day)

[nohoney]

been feeling dreamy over the song you that i want by divine lately…. anyway here’s us series smut. takes place between part 3 and part 4.

warnings: drugs (selling but no taking), brief mentions of past assault (not in explicit detail), voyeurism, just a teeny bit of humiliation

It takes a lot for Touya to decide that he won’t sell to someone anymore. He’s still sold to guys he hates and in turn hate him, but cordial enough to complete a transaction. There’s few that he’s willing to have a conversation with and others that he’d rather not stick around for. So Touya’s disgruntled to meet with a group that involve your ex-boyfriend with them. Motherfucking Jun, the one who put his hands on you and the one before he came along.

There’s an obvious tension when he pulls up but he keeps his composure even as Jun stares back at him.

Four adderall, a gram of ketamine, and fourteen grams of shrooms was the request and he’s just about to hand it off before he pulls back. He was already given cash and one venmo transaction with a fee tacked on so payment was made. He doesn’t care about anyone else from the group who are all waiting for their goods; he just fucking hates that Jun is apart of them.

“You, what the fuck do you plan on having?” Touya points his finger towards your ex-boyfriend. His mind flashes to the memory of when you had bruising on your neck, a frown set on his face that he swears is getting angrier the longer he looks at him.

Jun exhales through his nose, his nostrils flaring at first before he answers, “Shrooms.”

“I’m not selling to you if he’s going to take anything from me. He gets nothing.”

There’s a collective groan from the group, “C’mon Dabi, let’s not make it personal okay?”

But it is personal and Touya can’t forget the disrespectful and snide attitude from your ex from when they first met. He hates him, hates that Jun had ever fucked you first even if it was destiny that was supposed to pave the path for you and him to meet. The asshole mistreated you and didn’t give one shit about your feelings in the way he was supposed to. And the motherfucker who actually hurt you even if he ‘didn’t mean to’ as he claimed from that time just because he was drunk.

He wants to walk out but a better idea comes to mind. “You want all this shit for half off? I’ll cut you a real nice deal.” Touya offers, pulling the cash out from his pocket to count and returning half of the payment. “I’m just going to borrow you. You cooperate with me and you get to have fun at your little party.”

All eyes look to Jun and he himself is surprised along with everyone else. “We’re kinda looking to get fucked up now…” he says carefully, “What exactly do you want?”

Touya holds up one finger as a way to tell him to wait as he starts to fish out his phone, walking back towards the other room to get some distance and keeping his back turned away from the group. The phone rings a couple of times before it’s picked up, “Touya?”

He expected to hear Keigo’s voice but you picked up the phone instead, “Hey princess, give the phone to Keigo for me.”

“What, you can’t tell me?” You feign hurt before laughing and telling him to wait a second, “Kei, it’s Touya. He wants to have a secret, man-to-man conversation with you.”

Touya speaks a little lowly into the phone, his voice a little urgent but he knows that he’ll get the cooperation he’s seeking. As he glances back at the group, he can see everyone conversing with Jun as his eyes nervously look back to him. He’s getting the pressure from the group because no guy wants to be the asshole that made the plug mad and fucked up a sale. So he knows that it’s going to work exactly to his favor what he’s about to do. “Yeah, yeah you got it. How fast would you say that you’re going to be here?”

“Fifteen minutes.” Touya answers, “just make a show of it when I walk through the door but don’t drag it on either. No softy shit like I heard a few days ago. And keep the lighting good when I make the call.”

Keigo just agrees before hanging up the phone and Touya walks back to the group to stand in the spot he was in before. “Either half off or none at all, that’s the only choices you get. I’ll give it to you once I get what I want from you.” he poses it like a choice but everyone in the room knows that it’s not. Someone complains what they’re supposed to do in the mean time and they’re told to shut up. “Just get drunk, Jun here will pull through because he’s a good friend to all of you. Get in your car and follow behind me.”

Jun is apprehensive but he knows that he needs to cooperate.

Touya is polite enough to wait for Jun to find a parking spot near Keigo’s complex and leads him up the staircase after letting him in through the lobby. He’s pulling out his phone and making the video call but is sure to keep the speaker volume low so that the prick behind him isn’t privy to what he’s about to sit through. Keigo answers the video call and props his phone up quickly only to walk back in the view of the camera where you lay in the bed naked and with a hand waving the blond back over to you.

Good, just as Touya instructed him to.

Just right at the front door, he can hear your muffled moans from the inside and he doesn’t bother to look back to see Jun’s expression. He only wordlessly unlocks the door and allows your asshole ex-boyfriend in first before following in after and shutting the door. The symphony of your moans resounds through the apartment as both of them take their shoes off first. Touya directs to Jun to sit in the living room, passing by Keigo’s bedroom where you’re getting fucked by him roughly.

“You fucking sick or something? You want me to listen to your girlfriend getting fucked by your friend?” Jun is completely disgusted as he sits in the armchair but there’s no mistaking the flush in his face as he listens to your cute, choked up voice.

“Feeling good songbird? Yeah? You love this, right?” Keigo is heard grunting along with the creak of the bed frame.

God you’re as pretty as you sound. “Nngh! S’amazing… Kei’s cock s’good!”

Touya loves to hear this, whether he’s just listening or he’s joining in. 

“You can watch too. Here, set up just for you.” Touya props his phone up against a decorative vase you purchased for Keigo’s apartment, “Since you were such a pervert listening to us fuck that one time. She told me that you were into listening and watching other people so thank me for being so kind. Thank me for letting you get another look at your ex-girlfriend get fucked pretty.”

Jun frowns at the distaste of the situation, his hand clenching into a fist as he hears you just in the other room and his eyes watch through the video call on Touya’s phone. “You’re a sick asshole, you know that?

Touya gestures to the phone and puts on an insincere smile, “I’ll have you know that I’m rather kind and generous.” Your voice parallels everything happening in the video call. Jun is forced to watch you on screen just in the room over, Keigo making himself comfortable on the bed as you’re set on his lap and move your hips to ride him. Touya watches rather fondly as he sees Keigo’s hands smooth to your cute ass, spanking you hard first that elicits a yelp from you before he spreads your cheeks. “Fucking look, you miss that right?”

“Dabi, this is some petty shit from you.”

He doesn’t fucking care; he just wants to humiliate Jun. if Jun walks away then that means he and his friends don’t get the shit they wanted.

“Fuuuck, Kei! I’m cumming—fucking cumming!” you’re heard from the bedroom and you’re seen through the phone getting on the flats of your feet onto the bed to bounce up and down on Keigo’s dick. The smacking of skin can be heard clearly and Touya just looks so giddy as he watches his two favorite people get lost in one another. He knows that Keigo is making a show of it like he told him to, he knows it in the way you’re getting choked and how harsh you’re getting spanked with a loud smack. “Keigo!”

It’d be nice to join but Touya places a priority of humiliating Jun first.

“I can sweeten the pot. You stay until he cums in her, I’ll throw in a gram of snow.” Touya offers as he pulls a measured baggy from his wallet. Truthfully it’s the gram he’s supposed to give to you later on but he’s just having too much fun with this. “Don’t let your friends down now, right? I saw the way they were all bugging down on you. Sucks to be friends with people who choose drugs over your well-being, huh? S’okay, you can admit if this isn’t worth it. You can keep your dignity and walk away. I’ve done worse to you.”

But he knows that Jun won’t walk away because that fucker wants his shit and he can’t be the reason why his friends lost out on a good plug. And even if he went around looking for another, he could just tell Shigaraki to be on the lookout and inform anyone else that deals within this area and nearby. He could spin a story and get him killed by his own young boss if he wanted.

Touya won’t go that far though.

It pisses him off but you’d probably be sad if Jun were to die; you were still soft like that even though you should hate your ex-boyfriend for hurting you.

“… How much longer would that be?” Jun asks quietly, his foot tapping impatiently and a shameful erection being hidden beneath his folded hands in his lap.

Glancing down to his phone, Keigo has put you on all fours and presses your head to the mattress. He recognizes the excited laugh you let out but it’s cut short when Keigo fucks hard and fast behind you. Touya just knows you’re creaming on his dick and he can’t wait to get in afterwards. There’s just something about sliding into you and have you still dripping wet with Keigo’s cum in you that turns him on so damn much. The first time it ever happened, he had almost cum embarrassingly fast when he discovered how much he liked it.

He watches Keigo put in the work, shaking his bangs out of his face as the hairs stick to his forehead from sweat before throwing his head back. Touya hears how desperate you and Keigo are becoming. Your sweet pleas and the nasty curses of fucking slut and stupid bitch coming from Keigo gets him just a little too excited.

Touya just wants to go in there and help press your head deeper into the mattress to hear you whine more and make Keigo loll his tongue out so that he can spit in his mouth.

He wants a nasty fuck now.

Keigo’s vocal as he snaps his hips hard into you, almost whining alongside you too as he shoots his load into your cunt and oh—Touya is for sure going to get filthy in there. Just right after he sends Jun out. He ends the video call on his phone before Jun sees anything too intimate and vulnerable. But just as promised he tosses the all the party favors into his lap and tells him to get the fuck out, “Take your shoes and put them on outside. And remember how kind I was to you after everything that’s gone down between us.”

Jun leaves quietly and with his tail tucked between his legs and Touya’s sure to audibly close the front door that’s heard by you. “Touya? Are you back?” you call out, slightly breathless and whining as Keigo shallowly thrusts into your pussy before pulling out completely. You roll to your back and crook a finger to Touya when opens the bedroom door to make his appearance. “C’mere…”

“I’m here doll, I’m here.” he croons as he starts to undress. Everything drops to the floor with an audible thump and he hears your happy little sigh as he approaches. He caresses his hand against your cheek but leans in to kiss Keigo hard on the mouth, groaning lowly before pulling back and hissing out a satisfied cursed. “Did Kei treat you good?” he asks he starts to get in position between your legs.

“Always.” you answer with a happy smile before letting out a small gasp when the back of Touya’s hands roughly grasp the back of your knees and push them towards you.

Keigo leans back against his pillow to catch his breath. He flashes a little smile and sends him a wink, keeping another secret between the two of them and your pretty little self is blissed out of your mind and unknowing of the presence of your ex-boyfriend in a personal space not too long ago.

[lu-morningstar]

Safe with him - Chris Evans [Blurb]

pairing: Chris Evans x neutral!reader

summary: Chris discovers you got assaulted coming back from your job. After that Chris takes you and picks you up from your job.

a/n: it's almost 2am, so bear with me. btw, this was requested by (x) and (x).

TW: mentions assault (not explicit), bruises, and unsafe feelings. Do not read if you feel triggered, thanks.

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It was around 9 am when you woke up, still shaken from the night before. You did your morning routine, pretending it was a typical day, but it wasn't. You were feeling sick and nervous, it was like they stole from your house and not your purse, and they left an evident mark on your face and neck that saluted you when you finally dared to stare at yourself in the mirror. You washed your face carefully, avoiding touching your cheeks. Even though it hurt, you applied makeup to cover the bruises and then took a pill for the pain with your breakfast. 

You did your day as normal as you could, running errands and filling out paperwork, forgetting about yesterday until you got an email from your bank letting you know your account will be frozen for the next three weeks. 

You arrived home (feeling bad the whole ride) and went to wash your face, removing the extra layers of concealer and foundation you applied earlier. You were making a simple dinner since it was just you for the next few days until Chris came back from filming, and you were praying the bruise wasn't noticeable by then. You didn't want to tell him you got mugged. He already felt bad, leaving you for weeks -sometimes months- by yourself; you didn't want to add up to his load. 

You were enjoying the show Netflix recommended when you heard a noise. It was the door opening. It made your body flinch and your heart race as you slide down the sofa. 

"Honey, I'm home!" you heard his voice. It was your boyfriend. He is a safe person. You are safe with him. 

"Oh my god, it's you," you murmured as you recomposed yourself. He placed his suitcases in the foyer. "Thought it was a robber."

"I don't think a burglar would announce themselves," he said making his way to you with a smile on his face that dropped when he got close to you. "Who did this to you?" he carefully placed his hand on your shoulder and neck to inspect your profile. You were going to tell them the truth, but the only thing that came out was muffled cries as you leaned towards him and he welcomed you with his arms. You instantly felt safe and secure with him as he rubbed your back to help you let it out. 

"I got... assaulted last night... coming back from my job... wasn't even late and..." you were saying, hoping he understood you through your crying.

"It's okay, babe. I'm here." he hugged you a bit harder, not caring about his light sweater getting damp by your tears. 

"...and they got my bag... lost everything."

"It's okay, that doesn't matter y/n." he comforted you as you cried. "Did you call the police or-" you nodded, interrupting him as you calm yourself.

"Someone found me sitting in the street and call them, so I had to fill in forms and everything. Was pretty bad."

"Did you call someone?" you kept silent and he took it as a no. "Why not?"

"Didn't want to. You were busy and-"

"And I would have gone there and held your hand and helped you, y/n. And if I couldn't I would have called Scott or mom." you heard the worry in his voice as he played with your hair, the action was soothing. "I'm glad you are okay," he said before kissing your temple. 

—

Chris picked you up that night just like yesterday. It passed almost two weeks. The bruises were long gone but you still felt unsafe after taking a few days off, so he decided to become your chauffeur. 

The ride with him is fun and light, you sing along to the music, you update him about the clients that come and go every day and he tells you about a possible project he was to join. 

Life is better with him by your side. 

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