#wanted to get back to a little drawing but i didn't wanna whip out my laptop rn

[nevert-the-guy]

Simon985

[hoshigray]

Just thinking about hate sex with Toji and how fucking exhilarating yet unforgiving it would be to experience such a thing with that man.

A/n: (Reuploaded bc I forgot smthn my bad) A little something for y'all so I can whip up something in my drafts to celebrate 50+ followers and getting 1k notes on my daddy toji drabble!! Tysm again for the love!!! :')))

Cw: mean dom! Toji x fem! reader - spanking (1x) - doggy style then switch to missionary position - degradation (Toji calls you a "lil' girl," "bitch," and "ho") - pet names (dollface, baby, baby cakes, sweetheart) - Toji biting your shoulder - slight bondage; the reader has their hands tied behind them - the reader feels humiliated while Toji is his cocky egotistic self - mention of blood.

Wc: 575

Toji's so ruthless with you. Your face's kissing the cold floor, hands tied behind your arched back for Toji to do whatever he wants with your ass on full display.

The pace of his hips is so absurdly harsh your legs feel as if they're about to give way, and you can do nothing but receive his irrational treatment. You can feel his dick use your swollen cunt like a toy, his girth stretching your poor southern lips, and it hurts along with the merciless rhythm.

You try not to cry as tears prickle under your eyelids. The fucker of a man already has you in a humiliating position, and his hands leave crescent markings from his fingers on the side of your hips. Seeing your face in tears is the last thing he needs to see.

Toji bends down to your ear, his body weight pressing down on yours, and it has to take you biting your lip hard to suppress a moan from your lips. The taste of blood sits on your taste buds.

"What's wrong, dollface?" The husky voice almost makes you squeeze hard on his cock. God, you hate this man so fucking much. "You were talkin' some high and mighty shit not too long ago, where'd that pretentious bitch go? Wanna — hnngh! Shit, shit… Wanna hear that sweet voice again."

You peer at him through your shoulder. The aggrieved glare isn't taken seriously by the older man. "Hmph, pretentious? Quite a big word, didn't think a brute like you knew i- Iiiyaaaaah!!!"

A hard smack to your ass has you gasping for air, followed by your pussy gripping his manhood, and Toji has to use your shoulders as leverage to not cum in haste. You feel as if you can't breathe with all this pressure and weight on top of you. A tear finally comes down from your face and smears onto the ground.

"I'm not playin' games with you, ho." Toji gnashes his teeth and draws downward to bite your shoulder blade, earning an ear-piercing shriek from you. That outta teach ya a lesson. "Got anythin' else smart to say, lil' girl?"

You can't fight the tears at this point, letting them slide down your pretty face. The pathetic and humiliating atmosphere clouds your senses so much so that crying is the only thing left to do.

"Hic…N-No…" Your sobs come out naturally, and you do what you can to hide your face from Toji.

That didn't seem to be in your favor because he heard the weep, bringing himself up to switch your position. Your front is now facing him as he can see the tear-stricken face, and the glare you give him is through squinted eyes filled with anger and misery, proof that your dignity is broken.

Toji whistles and smirks. "Heh, if you could see the look on your face, baby. I'd love to have a picture of it in my wallet."

"F…Fuck you." Your spat with words that still possess venom, even if you're physically restrained.

"News flash, baby cakes:" An unforeseen thrust has you yelp aloud, so harsh and savage that your back arches towards Toji. He sneers. "Already am."

His pace returns at its relentless tempo, his dick bullying your insides, and you moan in helpless whimpers. Toji leans down to grab your face before he kisses you to shut your cries. "And I'm gonna enjoy every moment of it, sweetheart."

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Again, tysm for the support!! It really fills my heart when y'all like my stuff, and I hope to continue writing things I like~~

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Heal My Wounds

The Call (Part 5)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

You both wake up to an incoming call on your phone. It's an unknown number and since you blocked your ex-boyfriend you're scared he just got a new phone to terrorize you with.

"Don't you wanna answer that" Rhea groans, she didn't like being waken so early after being up almost half of the night.

"N-no I can't" you whisper, arms wrapped around your knees drawn to your chest, whipping back and forth.

"I'm scared Rhea, what if it's him?" tears start to form in your eyes. Demi finally turns around and sits up. "Hey it's okay, calm down" she comforts you, rubbing your back.

"Let's answer it together" Rhea says and presses the green button on your phone. "Hello?" she says.

"Who is this, where's y/n?" a dark male voice replies.

"This is Demi, a friend of hers" A friend. You don't know what it is but her words trigger a feeling in you that you can't exactly describe.

"Can I talk to y/n?" he sounds pretty annoyed.

Rhea looks at you and you frantically shake your head no.

"Sorry you can't, what can I do for you?" Rhea says.

"Why not"

"Uh.. She showering right now" Demi lies.

"Then I'll call back when she's done" The man says angrily and hangs up.

It's silent for a moment before Rhea decides to speak again. "Was that him?" you just nod, tears silently running down your cheeks.

Demi notices and pulls you into a hug. "It's ok darling, I won't let him hurt you again" she says, stroking your arm. Darling. Why does she say that, you're not a couple, you think.

"It's my day off, if you want we can stay in bed and cuddle whilst watching a film or something."

"That would be great" you respond.

Rhea lays down on her back and you snuggle up to her, letting your head rest on her chest. She puts an arm around you drawing patterns all over it.

"What movie would you like to see?"

"Do you know (insert favorite movie)?" you ask. "No I don't but it sounds interesting. Let's see... Ah there it is" she hits play and eventually you both fall back to sleep.

Juuust to wake up to an incoming call again. "Oh shut the fuck up! Really?!" you laugh at how pissed Rhea is. She smacks your shoulder in a playful manner and reaches over to grab your phone again.

"Don't worry, we'll do it together" she says reassuringly and grabs your hand.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's Demi again, what can I do for you?"

"She still showering?" he's clearly annoyed.

"No, she's next to me listening. You're on speaker."

He groans "Then why can't she answer herself?!"

As none of you responds he continues "Listen you little brat, you're either coming back to me right now or tell me where the fuck you are and I'll get you!"

You tense up and Rhea releases your hand to put her arm around you.

"She definitely won't do that considering what you've done to her"

"What I've done to her? She was the one who manipulated and took advantage of me, I just defended myself!" he argued.

"Listen. I don't know everything that happened, at least not yet, but from what I know that wasn't just self defense. You beat her up and raped her multiple times. You're lucky I didn't call the police yet!" Rhea snaps back.

"Whatever. Y/n get the fuck away from this psycho, she's not good for you, and come back to me."

"N-no" you dare to say now that you feel safe and protected by Rhea.

"Oh you're gonna regret this you little brat! Wait till I find out where you are and I'm gonna make the rest of your life a living hell!" she shouts.

Before he could say anything else Rhea ends the call and blocks the number. "What an idiot.." she scoffs putting the phone away again.

"Hey, you did great! I'm proud of you for finally standing up against him." A smile tuggs on your lips as she says so. "Come on, let's get breakfast, I'm hungry" Rhea says and gets up.

You walk into the kitchen and help her make some scrumbeled eggs together with bacon and toast.

You sit down to eat together. While Demi is focused on her food you take a second to look at her. How comes you never noticed how good she looks?

Demi notices you're staring at her and looks up. She smiles at you and you blush and quickly look away, making her laugh.

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Part 5 of my series Heal My Wounds as always, leave your suggestions, wishes and so on in the comments :)

Taglist: @thatonepansexual2000

[birgittesilverbae]

for the prompt! "here, hold my hand" + shannon mary

"Remind me again why I allowed you to talk me into this," Mary grumbles as she waddles across the rubber tiling towards the outdoor rink.

"I believe there was mention of spiked hot chocolate when we got home. And a massage." Shannon's sitting on the boards, drumming her heels against the panels and watching Mary's approach. Mary looks something of a penguin, with her poorly made yellow scarf (Lilith swore Libby picked the yarn out herself, but Shannon has her doubts) wrapped about her neck over her dark puffer jacket. She's pleased to see that, despite Mary's complaints about the matter, she's put on her helmet for the task.

Mary slumps against the boards beside her, hanging half over them and wheezing gently. "You mean you didn't spike the thermos? For shame, Shan. Have I taught you nothing?"

"I've still gotta drive home, darling." She pats Mary's back affectionately and slips down off the boards.

Mary groans. "How the hell do you make that look so easy?"

"Almost twenty years of practice."

"Right." She pushes herself back upright and rocks into Shannon's shoulder. "Must've slipped my mind."

"Of course, of course." Shannon opens the gate and steps out onto the ice, taking two sharp quick strides towards the centre of the rink before cutting back hard towards Mary. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired already," Mary admits with a rueful grin. "Am I supposed to feel this exhausted?"

"Lots of little muscles getting put to new uses when you put on skates. Your legs and back are probably gonna hurt for a couple days after this. Hence the promise of a massage."

"I let my girl hit because she says shit like 'hence'," Mary jokes. The flush that burns up Shannon's face must be extremely unsettling, because Mary backs off from the topic immediately. "You ready to teach me a thing or two, hotshot?"

"At least three things, actually." Shannon reaches for Mary. "Here, hold my hand. It can be tricky to get on the ice and stay upright."

Mary's hands clench tight around hers as she takes a first tentative step out onto the ice. She lurches forwards, and Shannon catches her around the waist with one arm. 

"Careful, darling!"

"Fuckin' slippery," Mary grumbles against the side of her neck, pressing a kiss to her pulse point before attempting to draw back. 

"It is ice, after all." Shannon keeps her hand curled in the hem of Mary's jacket and glides backwards, tugging Mary along with her. "Okay, what you want to do is turn your foot on an angle, dig in, and push."

"Easiest thing in the world, huh?"

"You'll get there, Mary."

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Half an hour finds Mary completing a shaky half-lap, Shannon hovering protectively nearby. Forty-five minutes finds Mary settled up on the bench, back in her snow boots, watching Shannon circle the rink with great long strides, like she's floating as much as skating, flyaways whipping about her face with the speed of her movement.

An hour finds Shannon clambering over the boards to land in front of Mary, her cheeks pink with windburn. 

"Shoulda worn a scarf," Mary laughs, tugging at her own.

Shannon makes a face. "You know Lilith knitted that as a prank, right?"

Mary shrugs. "I'm pretty sure she hates it more than I do, so every time I wear it I get to both be warm and irritate her."

"Fair enough." Shannon tangles her fingers in one end of the scarf and tugs Mary forwards. "Wanna warm me up?"

"Always." Mary cups Shannon's face between her gloved palms and presses up on her toes to close the distance between them. Shannon wraps a careful arm around Mary's waist to keep her steady. "Kinda hot, you being this much taller than me."

"I'll make sure to wear skates more often, then." 

Mary kisses her, soft and wanting, a balm against the chill of the day, and Shannon thinks that this is maybe the all-around best afternoon off her life.

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ROR (Record Of Ragnarok) headcanons/IDK drabble turned one-shot

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Jack The Ripper

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This is definitely not for kids!

Like if you're under 18 please just turn back. This is 18+ only!

Just to warn you guys, I literally watched this show almost in one night yesterday so bear with me. And then proceeded to write this. It was supposed to just be some headcanons. And then it turned into drabble and then one shot.

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh

I re-read this thing a couple of times. I tried to search the internet for quotes that would fit. Cause his character is really into quote'in and shit. I'm sorry if it isn't great I don't usually write so I tried my best. I just was filled with so much simpin' juice for this man at the time so I had to write cause I have no confidence in drawing his character with how badass he is.

Please enjoy!

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Really into aura shit

You got a nice aura? Better watch out. He might seek you out for that warmth if it's too similar to his mother's. Before she went kray- kray-.

Brah has a thing for cute shit

Based on his reaction with the Valkyrie chick he Völundr with. He's definitely into Lolita's.

I'm not a hundred sure what else he might be into. I feel like he's into the whole pure thing and wanting to A.) Corrupt it or B.) Cherish it.

Totally see him as a creep/closet pervert

Too much of gentlemen to be straight up creepy, buuutt still manages to push boundaries, tho whatcha gonna do

Brah is V from V for Vendetta but, minus the whole fuck parliament and being a charred turkey whose like woof- woof- for Evee Hamond.

Brah kept giving me flashes back to Batman by Gaslight.(Really good movie, guess what? Fet. Batman & Jack the Ripper. It's some badass shit.)

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Brraaahhh imagine just being some poor samp having to make ends meet in like one of the recognized most shittiest times. And its the dead of the night, walking home after your shift at the pub that ran later than you would prefer. But hey, money is money.

Everything is quite aside from the inebriated stumbling to their choice of den and the ladies of the night who waited on the curbs for potential customers. Preferably the quick and wasted ones.

Although the lamp wicks were burning bright thanks to the caretakers that serviced them. You being a dumb b*tch just trying to get home decide to pull the white girl move in the horror movie and walk into one of many dark decrepit alleys in London that were spread out like a cobble stone labyrinth.

Only to come across this motherfucker while passing through. Humming the London bridge is Falling Down while hunched over something behind one the local comunial waste bins. Obviously whatever it was had the bizarre-o ivory-haired man distracted enough to not notice your initial presence. If you were a normal self-preservation instinct still intact person you would've ran back the way you came.

Buuut that's too easy sooooo, no.

You—, you decide to play Blue's fuckin Clues and go stroll by the dude to see what he dooooin'.(Kinda like when there's a crash and everyone is like yoo I wanna see. But there's traffic so they slow just a little bit down when passing the crash to see what's up. Cause we all nosey b*tches. Don't lie.)

Didn't even take five steps before this crackhead whipped around to see who was approaching. And in the same short amount of time it took the mustached hetero-chromatic eyed dude to analyze your fluctuating aura of emotions. Meanwhile your ass noticed how this dude was fist deep in this lady's guts playin' doctor with a satchel of equipment at his side. Outfit drenched in the same burgundy colored ooze that flooded from the ripped open abscess in the abdomen of the obviously recently deceased women that was prompted up against the corner where the waste bin met the structure.

Before you could even think of back pedaling out of this situation. The pale haired man had launched himself on you. Quick to restrain you against the gross ass cobblestone wall of the ally way. In the right hand a common barbers knife that'd you find in any supplies shop in london—hovered threateningly above the thin skin of your throat. While the other was kept busy planting you against the wall by the roots of your still pinned up hair.

The desire to allow fear course into your veins was strong as you stared trapped in the heterochromatic pools of mania that belong to the person infront of you. Pools of crimson and glacier keeping you pinned. The former of the two holding almost supernatural glow to it. The gleam of it's light piercing through the veil of fog and darkness like the knife he so carefully wielded.

"What's a young maiden like yourself walking around at this hour in a place like this? And without a chaperon?" The mustached man inquired though obviously not out of interest but, amusement. Maintaining the manic look upon his pale aging features as he peered back into orbs of (y/e).

"It is a blind goose that cometh to a fox's sermon." The older gentleman cooed. Warm breath fan across the skin of your face leaving behind goosebumps in its wake.

The guy was definitely creepy.

Though not keen on being a damsel in destress of any kind. Your ass knew you wanted to survive this counter. And no one from the London yard to the hooker you passed on the corner is gonna help you now.

You had three options:

Scream

Fight

Reason

With a blade at your throat you might as well call yourself Marie Antoinette 2.0, if you chose the first option. Fighting with this dude would definitely be one-sided. From the fact that it took him 2.5 secs to over power you and contain you to a single spot. Yeah that's a no-go. And to be honest you weren't a hundred percent sure if reasoning would work on the psycho in front of you. Based off the fact he's staring at you like a mustached Cheshire Cat with a Mad Hatter's attitude. This is one fucked game of perseverance that you wish hadn't walked into.

Your last resort? You weren't completely sure what yet but one thing for sure; the way this night was looking so far this might be your last time underneath the moonlight. You might as well try something. It's not like you have anything left in your life to lose.

As you steeled your resolve in your mind. Your aura told the middle age man everything he needed to know.

At first glance it was nothing special. Just a cesspool of emotions primarily exhaustion and the normal stress that lays beneath every worrisome thought of the future and tomorrow's problems.

He was just going to rip her up like the predecessors that came before her. However, it was when he pinned her to the putride wall of the alleyway that he saw her true colors.

They shifted like a marvelous rainbow. One moment they were a stressful cobalt. The next a surprised cyan. Than a thoughtful calculative lime green.

However resting a deeper emotion sat next to the core in every flash of color. Remaining vigilant against an invasion from outside forces that threaten to penetrate the brigade that kept them at bay. Was a spec of regretful indigo. There it sat safe guarding the very thing that created its very being. So the same thing wouldn't happen again.

The array of sensitive colors dazzled his senses. The alternating emotions keep his interest peeked and the knife from laying any more pressure on your artery. His receptors in his nerves soaking up the vivid feelings like a dry sponge in the bath water. However unlike the sponge, his body just craved more.

He wanted to see the violet purple. The despair fill her heart. It was his favorite thing.

Swallowing a thick glob of saliva your (y/e) irises began to what you think is nonchalant but, isn't very chalant— scanning your surroundings. Looking for an opportunity to present itself despite the current obvious disadvantages. -cough- knife at your throat -cough- head at risk being slammed -cough-.

The creepy-ass grin from the creepy-ass man in front of you didn't help easing any tension in the little space between you two.

" Sir I nought know why you're doing this but, please allow me to pass onwards on my path. I cannot convict you. I don't even know your name nor what you look like." You reasoned (y/e) eyes filled with earnestness and your soul mirroring the same in a vivid courageous orange and a trepidious magenta.

Eyes trained with one another never breaking for a moment. Not even when his hand with the knife pulled away and was swiftly replaced with the left grasping your windpipe.

He hummed amused with your statement. How foolish you were to think ignorance could save you from your sealed fate.

" How rude of me..." He began.

Successfully instilling even further the threat that was to her life tonight. Not the drunktards who came in on a regular. Not the slim shit wages that barely kept her afloat. Not cholera(that one is a joke because of the time period and where they're at).

The mustached man right in front of her.

Typically he just kills whores. The women who remind him the most of his mother. Though if their soul shines a true brilliant viscous scarlet.... he doesn't mind making an exception or two. After all at the end they all become such a beautiful violet before it ends in white.

Taking an actual intake of her appearance she was certainly not a prostitute. Her bosom was properly strapped down by the corset underneath the fabric of her appropriately length dress that clung to her desirable frame. No cheap lard products to cover her natural appeal.

Only upon closer exception does he notice the faintest of a tan line from a band that has long since been removed.

A ring.

There had been a martial union and as evident with the lack of a band clasped around her dainty finger. It has been terminated. Divorced. Day-old goods that no one wants to touch.

The absence of it told him she had no one to return too.

That she was also abandoned.

That she was free for the taking if he pleased.

But, unlike most Lodon's fine selection of men. Jack actually did have manners.

And a criteria.

And before taking her in he needed to test her.

Can't have distrust in a budding relationship now can we?

" My name dear unwanted maiden is.... "

Hands like snakes from Garden of Paradise enclosed around your tranchea . Effectively sealing away the opening for the air to travel into your lungs.

"....Jack,..."

Cheshire Cat grin stretched across his pale complexion. The insanity in his eyes burning red hot like the poker in the fire.

"... Jack The Ripper! " He said with a joyous glee. Finally leaning in close enough that you could finally make out his full features.

"Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest"

Pools of (y/e) widen with surprise as they maintained the direct line of eye contact with the killer who has been stalking the streets of White Chapel.

Tears fell from (y/n) sockets. Not out of fear or the tragedy of your death. But rather the hurt of knowing you'll never get the chance to have a family.

I'm sorry this next part is ridiculously darker than the rest of this one shot/drabble. IDK how I went down this path but, just warning the next part includes talks of divorce, implied inf@cide, implied ch!ld murder, mi$carriage, oh and I almost forgot just dap of pedo alert.0

Please continue with your own discretion!!!

Since the start you never got to have that family. You never knew your parents. They had left you at an orphanage. Lucky for you that they had room to spare. Most became water logged coffins sealing away the babes from undesirable fates.

It wasn't sunshine and rainbows at the orphanage. You had to pull your weight from a very young age. Those who didn't contribute didn't get food, those who resisted got sent away, anyone who didn't listen came back from lectures with welts and concussions. You pick and choose your battles. And you chose them very carefully for the first fifteen years.

Until you felt the need to defend yourself against one of the caretakers who wasn't so noble. You had shed first blood the summer before. And ever since had been on the edge due to prying eyes and wandering hands.

That summer you left the orphanage and headed to London. Hear say from villagers say all the jobs are in the cities now. Thanks to the Industrial revolution offering more opportunities than ever before.

You had gone. Worked at a textile plant for some time until you met your first husband. And became pregnant with your first kid.

....only to lose the fetus three months later due to the stress your body was under. Children take so much. Even before their born. The nutrients get sucked from the marrow and slowly you lost the battle.

Your husband blamed you, and you did too. You tired, tried, and tried. But, they just couldn't be kept.

It wasn't even a two years later that your first husband divorced you.

You always wanted to be able to try again. To have that child to love and hold, to cherish unconditionally like you wished you had been.

Though staring into those mix-matched pools of insanity. In one last attempt to not give into the fear of the impending end. You thought one last time about your dream.

Jack was both pleased and mystified

Instead of the violet purple he saw within most of his victims. He found a light source that resembled the embers that kept the Londoners warm through the ruthless winters. An eradecent hue that blend yellow and pink into what can only be described as a hug to the senses.

Relaxing and comforting. A guiding light to ease one to rest.

"And light is mingled with the gloom, And joy with grief; Divinest compensations come, Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom In sweet relief ".

Slowly hands like steel latches released their grasp from around your neck. Skin already blossoming with bruises in the shape of handprints.

Without the support holding you up your body slid towards the alley way floor to only be scooped up into Jack's arms, as if weighing nothing more than a few sheets of paper.

"There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand."

Too exhausted to fight off Jack's tight embrace between the near death experience and the shift you had worked before ever traversing down this alleyway.

(y/e) drifted shut as you listened to Jack whisper sweet quotes of adoration as he took you away. Going only gods know where.

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd."

As the morning sun rose above the thick pea soup fog. Londoners would be too enthralled in the newest victim of the ripper to notice that there was another woman that the ripper had stolen. With no body to be found.

The five quotes here are quoted by(as in order of appearance)

John lyly

William Shakespeare

John Greenleaf Whittier

Mary Shelley

William Shakespeare

My other fur-baby is fed up with me editing this thing.

[mamawasatesttube]

from the ficlet prompts, “you don’t get it, do you? how can you be so blind! don’t you understand how much i care about you?” or “all my choices lead me to you.”?

By the time the dust settles, all that remains of the pain is a dull, tingly ache running from the left side of his chest up his shoulder and down part of his arm. The sun beats down, hot and strong, and Kon knows he'll be fine by nightfall.

No, the problem isn't the injury. The problem is the person who inadvertently caused it.

"—would you do that?! You're vulnerable to magic! What were you thinking?!" Cassie whirls on him, glaring through unshed tears, and begins pacing again. "I can't—I couldn't—I could have killed you!"

God. Kon has a particular hatred of every single villain they've ever fought who comes in with mind control. It's sick.

"I was thinking, better I take the hit than the busload of civilians behind us," Kon answers honestly. He shifts a little to the side, making room for her to sit on the slab of rubble next to him, but she sucks in a breath and whips around, back into her explosive pacing. "Cass, listen. It wasn't your fault. I can take—"

"You don't get it, do you?!" Cassie actually stamps her foot, like a kid throwing a tantrum. Unlike a kid throwing a tantrum, she cracks the dusty tarmac beneath her shoe. "How can you be so blind?! Don't you understand how much I care about you?! It's not about whether you can take it! I hurt my friend, because he let me!"

Caught, helpless, Kon stares at her. "Cass," he starts, but finds no words. Cassie glares back at him, arms wrapped around herself; there's dirt smeared across her cheek, and her hair sticks up all over her head in hopelessly messy spikes. Her tears have not fallen.

There's only one thing Kon can do. He opens his arms, offering a slight smile.

Cassie crashes into him like a tsunami. One of her arms latches onto his shoulder, tight; the other hand, mindful of the burn from her lasso, instead tangles her fingers into his hair so she can tuck his face into her neck and hold him. He wraps his arms around her just as fiercely, not knowing which of them needs it more.

"You could've fought me off," Cassie whispers, almost but not quite a sob. "You should've."

"Didn't wanna hurt you," Kon admits, and winces, because it feels like he was just trying to avoid the exact guilt she's feeling now. That isn't it, though; it's different. He knows exactly what the guilt she feels now is. The last thing he wants is for her to feel like she deserved to be hurt for it.

"And instead I hurt you!" Her voice cracks. "I didn't... I didn't want to, I just—I couldn't—"

Kon holds her tighter. Her jacket is torn; his fingers catch on a loose thread. "It wasn't you," he tells her. He'll tell her as many times as she needs. "It wasn't you."

Finally, finally, Cassie lets herself start to cry. "I'm sorry," she whispers into his hair. "I was—I was so scared, I thought I'd—if I'd seriously hurt you, I don't know what I would've done—"

Kon really, really fucking hates that she knows how this feels, now. He would've preferred less company in this particular club. "I know," he murmurs, and knows she's thinking of that day, too. "We're okay, Cass. We're okay."

Cassie sniffles once, then takes a breath. She draws back enough to look at him, scrutinizing his face for signs of distress; when she doesn't seem to find any, she relaxes incrementally, drawing him back into her arms. "...I'm just glad it's sunny out."

Kon huffs out a laugh. "Yeah," he says. "Me too."

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[factorialsotherfandoms]

xcomau a little bit after the invasion. The Quackities are already kidnapped and the survivors from his group joined up with Phil's, but Spreen hasn't yet split off to form a new Spanish-primary speaking group yet. They're just having a chill late afternoon/early evening. Tiny little scene. Just them cheating at cards/having fun. (Standard disclaimer of I dont speak Spanish and by the time I joined the fandom Spreen was long gone).

Evening is drawing in fast, as it always seems to here. A couple of people run around, making use of the last dregs of true sunlight to finish some chores. Others are heading underground for the night, or into the smattering of buildings around.

Roier is not in either group. Roier has a watch shift in an hour, alongside Spreen, and is using the time to before hand to finish a couple more rounds of cards. Spreen is on his left, Missa is on his right, and Fit had been playing with them, but had wandered off twenty minutes ago.

He watches as Spreen discards and draws, barely paying attention to what he's doing.

Then Missa and... Roier has known Missa for years; that is not how he would usually move to draw a card.

He squints and...

"Missa?" He mocks offence, as though everyone at the table isn't guilty of the same crime. "Are you cheating again?!"

Missa's hands stop dead, looking at Roier with a scowl, "again?! I have never cheated in my life!"

Spreen mutters under his breath, hiding his lips behind his cards.

"You are! You do!" Roier rising up a little as he yells it. "I saw you, asshole!"

"I didn't cheat!"

"You absolutely cheat," Spreen manages a drawl, but everyone can hear the laughter behind it.

"Spreen!"

"See! Even your brother agrees! He's just letting you because it means he's winning!"

"I do not! It's a perfectly legitimate tactic!"

"I'm telling tour boyfriend you cheated."

"He is NOT my boyfriend!" Missa slams the cards down a little too hard to be truly offended. "And, anyway, he wouldn't care."

"You wanna bet?"

"With what? We don't exactly use money here."

Roier takes that as a confession, leaning back in the chair and looking for the correct guy. Eventually, he singled him out and shifts to English, "hey! Phil!"

"Huh?" Philza looks around the edge if the crates he is carrying. "Did you guys need something?"

"Missa is cheating at cards."

"And this is my problem because...?"

Spreen is full out laughing now, his own cards face down on the table. A table which Missa seems to be hiding mostly under.

"Fine! You all just leave me to suffer anyway!" Roier throws his chips all in, and definitely absolutely does not also cheat as he works through his own turn.

"If there's nothing else, I should get back to work. Have fun!"

The two of the three wave him off, while Missa finds his words again to call a very scrambled goodbye.

The man disappears, while Spreen and Roier both turn on Missa.

"I've never seen you so whipped," Roier laughs.

"Not your boyfriend, sure. I bet you want him to be," Spreen follows up with.

"Assholes!" Missa stands a little forcibly. "Which of you want lemonade? I think there was some left."

Everyone does. Missa leaves to grab it, and Spreen leans over to Roier.

"You wanna fix the deck while he's gone?"

Roier grabs it, and grins, "seeing as you offered... what do you need?"

[thenixkat]

The sound of rust? chorus of rust

In which Ginko gets called upon to try and help cure a village afflicted with a mysterious illness. The people find that there are mysteriously hard and stiff patches on their skin and their limbs are difficult to move, the two people most afflicted by this illness are completely bedbound.

The cause of the illness is a girl who was born with a strange quality to her voice (and also the ability to see mushi). The sound of her voice is similar to the magnified dinner call of a rust-like mushi that normally attaches to corpses and aid in decomposition. While she eventually figured out that her voice was causing harm to others at age 4, she still did quite a bit of damage to everyone around her. Girl is currently 14.

A lot of people in town suspect that she cursed everyone, especially since she stopped talking. So they bully her. Which also apparently includes a worker giving her a bag with holes in it so she looses some of the food donated to her family, mostly for her bedbound parents, falls on the ground.

The nicest person in town to her aside from her parents is a similarly aged teen boy who helps her out when folks give her shit.

Boy's name is fucking Tetsu. In an episode about rust. Alright.

Ginko pulls out his hotboxing technique so the girl can talk to him without attracting more of the rust mushi. I belive it's the same thing he pulled out in the Tender Horns ep so that the boy being deafed by mushi could hear him so they could talk.

Ginko comes up with a plan to cure everyone by using the girl's voice to draw the mushi in town away. But for the safety of everyone she has to leave town after.

Girl asks Ginko to teach her how to write so she can write a letter to the teen boy to thank him for being a good person. Girl assumed boy could read. The worker who was shit to her takes the letter from the boy to read it to him. In the letter girl basically confesses to having been the one who made everyone sick.

Ginko lies to his client to protect the girl. B/c people can be dicks and she hadn't harmed anyone on purpose and had made an effort to try and stop harming folks.

This bitch is ready to whip up a damn lynch mob. The threat is serious enough that boy and her parents are telling her to just fucking run. Ginko also went around the mob trying to get this girl out of here asap.

Also Ginko clocked that teen boy has a crush on the girl. Teen boy is gonna help her get up the nearby ridge where Ginko wants her to wait for him.

Yeah that's a lynch mob, they just didn't bring weapons. Ginko attempts to reason with the mob who don't give a damn that this fucking *child* didn't mean to harm them and has been trying to make shit better for years.

Ya know, running from mob violence is just the prefect time to shoot yer shot with the girl you like. Tetsu really said 'Hey, you leaving town, don't know where you wanna go, why not come live in my village?'. He lucky this girl like him back.

(I am currently having an allergic reaction to the wings i ate so a little distracted)

Girl slips in the snow and falls down the ridge right after agreeing to go live with her new boyfriend. She's not hurt but the boy is, he landed bad when he tried to keep her from falling. The girl is forced to call for help, the sound of her shouting draws the rust mushi to her location. Ginko also finds them b/c he heard her voice (like the mushi he can also hear the magic quality of her voice).

Everyone in the village is cured.

Ginko hotboxes a room to have another chat. Apparently the rust mushi's weakness is salt. The part of town that got breezes from the ocean didn't have the rust mushi and the reason her boyfriend never caught the illness is b/c he's from a fishing village just past the ridge and traveling back and forth from his seaside village kept him exposed to salt. Also, her plan to move in with her new boyfriend totally works b/c with the sea nearby she doesn't have to fear making anyone sick with her magic voice.

She didn't fully clear out the mushi of the village so she'll need to yell in the mountains every now and then to fully clear away the sickness.

Happy ending.

[keefwho]

June 13 - 2024 Thursday

10:36pm

4.5/10

This morning I put away my clothes and asked mom to take me to the store for drinks. I had to ask this guy stocking the drinks to please excuse me but he didn't seem to be in a good mood. I got a chocolate twinkie to have with my coffee this morning which was a great idea. When I got home I showered a little too long and then made spicy ramen, spam, and green beans again using leftovers. I really didn't wanna draw today.

For work I warmed up by studying back muscle drawings. Then I worked on 57's commission for 1 hour before quitting early. I was going to quit earlier but DS told me I could DO IT so I at least wanted to do the bare minimum I needed for my finance sheet instead of having to make up for it later.

After I quit early, I took some time to lay in bed with Sporticus to try and identify some of the thoughts and feelings I was having so I could put them to words. I also played some War Thunder and watched this video grilling EPCOT. For lunch I made a tuna melt of sorts using a homemade tortilla.

In the afternoon I didn't stick to traditional work. I started looking up other people's workflows and methods to keep up with different projects and personal life. I got my old robot themed notebook from 2006 and am going to use that to jot down any thought I have about doing something. I can use that as a checklist or transfer those thoughts to more robust systems if need be. I also got out a big box of pens I had collected throughout the years and tested them all to keep the ones that worked. About when I was finishing up, I joined TK and WX in a vc and watched them play Roblox before joining. We talked a lot about WX's recent date and how he's feeling about all of it. I personally don't understand how he's doing this dating culture thing, literally scoring a date a week. It just sounds desperate to me but he seems really sure of himself and solid about who he is and what he wants. Ive come to accept that this kind of thing is okay for some people and exactly how they operate. Its just not my thing.

After they left, I made dinner and started watching Invincible again. I thought about hitting up RS to watch it with me since we watched the first season together awhile back but I just didn't feel like it.

When DS was free I whipped out my new dragonology book and started reading a little bit of it. I also had written down a few topics to discuss since Im always forgetting things throughout the day that I wanna talk about and that was a good idea I think. Towards the end of chillin, we found out this old pedo associate of hers is sort of coming back into the furry community scene which was big news to her. I hate the guy too from what I've seen and it sucks that he might get away with it all and remain present amongst us all. In bed we did our puzzles REAL late.

Up front I have hope in embracing my desire to make systems of all kinds for different things. It seems like an autistic way to behave and maybe because I am and thats been one reason I've denied this urge of mine. I know how often it might get pointed out as weird, the way I act and plan. But finding my voice and expressing my wants/needs means embracing this idea of mine and trying it out. Maybe I'll find that this isn't the best way to handle things but I won't know without trying. I might also find that this IS the best way for me to be my best productive self. And thats an urge to be productive thats coming from my real values, not what society or the people around me expect of me. I want to do things. LOTS of things. And so much committed action needs a lot of organization.

[bugsbunnyblogsstuff]

Deadpan by Daybreak

(I wanted a chapter surrounding my Ocs and my Take on the Loonautics..... please, I hope I spelled that right, I imagine Danger to be this slightly worse, more adult, older brother than daffy is, while Ace is more of a leader, tries to keep the group in line..... while miserably falling for red flags. Think of this a more downgraded Looney Tunes. More information after the book)

(Danger Pov)

I stared into space. The bottom of the bottle was my best friend.

I watched Mugman, my psycho roommate, rubbing his temples, sighing as he wrote down a new victim in the guts book.

"Lemme guess, you had accidental sex with Julie Bruin too?" I asked as mugman laughed, "I never went to that party. Remember, I was in detention for slamming Daphne Blake old school!" He said, waving around his cigar. The 'hickey' he quoted he had was actually bites from Daphne trying to escape his suffocation.

He leaned back on my gaming chair as he began rambling to his friends on MySpace.

"What do you mean, Star..... shit we had a test?!" He said, his friends Duncan and Starfire, both elites, in math, Starfire was like a human calculator, and Duncan was just a great artist and can draw great geometric shapes without needing to remember them.

Mugman himself was valedictorian, which didn't make sense knowing he was pretty much a frat boy like myself.

Mugman groaned, not wanting to do it. "Test?! On what?" I asked, whipping my head around as I grabbed a Monster Energy.

"Some Supernaturals Assessment test our skills, you know, stuff?" Mugman said, waving a cheat sheet from some Chinese exam, which was more words than I ever written.

I sighed, slinging my backpack as I walked with Mugman to the study room, backpack bouncing.

I could see Axel and his group having an early morning concert. People were dancing around as they clapped and shouted.

Axel was 18 years old, slightly more muscle compared to Pacifica or Mugman, and he had black hair tied in a red bandana. His hair was spiky on the ends. He had sharp fangs and a skull tank top, with baggy jeans and black high tops, and a biker jacket around his waist. He was a punk wendigo with brown twisted antlers and a fluffy white and brown tail. He had black hoofs ok his feet but had human hands.

" Thanks, Riverdale. You all have been a blessing! He said, grabbing his signature red spiky guitar and his bloody pick.

I clapped as mugman hugged him, chatting about how fascinating school was so far.

He turned to me, waving as Axel grinned, handing me a flyer, "You won't wanna miss this. This will be the biggest one yet.... because we're throwing this at Mickey's place!" I could hear the gasps, not because of anything else but I could hear moans.

I shakily opened the janitors closet, seeing Ace, a loser and nerd, was getting it on with Lexi, groping each other like bitches, Highway to Hell by AC/DC was blasting on the radio, as Lext was finishing him off.

Once they were done, Pacifica yelled the code, "The boys in love!" He shouted as he crowned Ace, prince of the make-out stall.

Ace blushed, protesting, luckily him and Lext weren't crowned king or queen of the stalls.

Once it was night out, boys were in groups getting it on, I was with Mugman and Yakko, scouting out a nice woman, I spotted Ace.

I thought I'd playfully flirt, get to know him.

"You know, dating guys is in right now," I said, leaning casually on the stool as he grinned, all thoughts clearly out the window and all on.... how hot he was?

"I'm sorry, but I can't really, it was al-" Before he could finish, I had already started kissing him, I was so excited, I gotta a little... (I mean super) Pg-13, getting inside and out.

"Welp, there goes the lovebirds. There's only so little time till he gets pregnant!"

(Hey guys, I know it wasn't my best, but I'm sleepy and slightly tired. I just argued with my brother about his crazy wife... so I went to my comfort zone!)

[baekhvuns]

It's like so complicated atp Bcz yes I wanna kiss kiss fall in love! But then I hate men like I'm confused if I want to be in a relationship or not? 😭 AND THE REAL QUES IS HOW WILL I GET INTO A RELATIONSHIP? Bcz a) my standards are so high I'm not sure if I can even find the man of my dreams and b) even if I did I'd probably never NEVER approach them and lose them for the sake of true love or prolly cuz I'd be scared of rejection

Hah...my love life is not gwenchana rn 😭 NO RIGHT TELL ME IM LIKE A CUP OF COFFEE AND ITD MAKE ME FEEL EVEN BETTER IF MY FUTURE MAN IS A CAFFEINE ADDICT 😭 (you're the first thing I need in the morning BRO-) MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IM THE YN TO YOUR PARK SEONGHWA ESP WRITTEN BY BAEKSY OH GOD 😩😩 YES NEVER GIVE UP NEVER WHAT FOR THEM FAKE ASS SCENARIOS

Nooo I promise it gets better or at least I think that bcz i get you it's about the chemistry which wasn't...reaching me. The art style is so pretty though and seunghyun is greener than grass so he's approved obviously AND DOESN'T HE KIND OF REMIND YOU OF YUNHO??? I bawled at the last few chapter though...Bcz they reminded me of Mr and Mrs park's ending 😭 AND MAN AM I WHIPPED FOR SEUNGHYUN!

Someone:- what's love to you?

Me:-

😭😭😭😭 OMG YES MR LAPILLION (I'm pretty sure that's the wrong spelling-) no you're so right the art style does play a major role in my selection of manhwas..I just like pretty things. And the art style of my in laws are obsessed with me did not disappoint. This man is so...like UGH I cant explain it he be making me feel things I don't even know i could feel- but the female's past life was...shit! Im still at the beginning so I'm hoping she gets her happy ever after!!

SO SAD IMMA HV TO SETTLE FOR SOMEONE WHO IS NOT HIM!!! LOOK AT THE WAY HES LOOKING- (he's a drawing, he's a drawing, he's a drawing-) I'm def gonna read secretary's escape now!! OH IVE HEARD OF THT MANHWA!! I see I've found how I'm gonna relax now...I hv my plushies and my pillows with my iPad ready to read!! I also heard Bout a good day to be a dog somewhere and he title IK ITS GONNA BE GOOD

Also ive never read a bl webtoon or a yaoi Bcz ik they can be veryyyy visual which I don't judge! But ik it's not style so yesterday I saw this one yaoi and it's ITS SO CUTE 😭😭😭 so hear me out, there's a guy who's ex gf drops a baby by his door when he comes back frm his military service and he become a single father, he doesn't abandon the baby Bcz he too was an orphan, so he goes to settle on the countryside AND MEETS THE HEAD OF THE VILLAGE WHO IS AN SCRUMPTIOUS, DELICIOUS MAN IN HIS 30s 😩😩😩 there dynamic is actually so funny and it's so cute like my heart beat like I was in love reading that. It's called 'our sunny days' it's worth giving a try so I'm leaving the name of anyone's interested. I MEAN LOOK-

Omg you're so right, watching people study or them being productive makes me wanna get my life together! Ok ok ok hol up imma give you a rough bg of the night crying crow, so the ml is an idol and and the fl is a detective and her job is to protect the ml, although it gets a little confusing as it progresses somehow it has a grip on me or maybe I hv weird tastes Bcz i saw ppl saying tht they didn't get it or how confusing it was 😭😭 BUT THE THING IS WHERE I READ IT I COULD NOT FIND THE COMPLETED VER. which is sad.

Ooohhh thnks bestie you've finally indulged me into my lovesick phase imma read a ton of manhwas. And there's just something about golden retriever energy though-

no because i get it 😭😭 the kiss kiss fall in love only be happening towards the fictional men 😭😭 STOP THAT IS SO ACCURATE FJWBDKHWKD there is also a lack of pretty men around <//3 how will we ever find one 😭

LMFAOOOO NOT GWENCHANA 😭😭😭 NO LITERALLY LIKE MAKE ME UR MUSE???? EYES ONLY ON ME ???? TELL ME HOW IM THE BANE OF UR EXISTENCE???? PLS FHWKDHW OH TO LIVE IN ONE OF MY FICS PLS IF DO ANYTHING 😭😭

i stopped reading it bc i get that he’s a green flag but where’s the …plot, need a little fiery banter with a little bit of hating each other and he gotta look rude??? STOP DO JOT DO THIS FIRST U SAY YUNHO WND THEN SEONGHWA HRQKHDWK

LAPILLION WHATEVER HIS NAME IS IM READY. IM WAITING PLS ARRIVE FHKWHDK THAT MAN IS SO FINE OH MY GOD THE ART STYLE AND THE WAY BE FUCKING BLUSHES LORDDDDDD TAKE ME HFMWHDWK IM EXCITED FOR A DAY TO BE A DOG suits eunwoo 😭😭

omg i haven’t read bl’s but im interested 👁👁 CRYING THAT LITTLE KID ON HIS TIDDIESNRJQMDKK DE WL

those reels with “doctor son/daughter” “un ambassador” “lawyer mother” and im picking up my pens and pencils

wait no bc now im confused on it??? 😭😭

UR WELCOME!! ill def add more once i read them but pls. i beg. read secretary’s escape. i, the way BRKWHDKWHDKW i run across my house when that man shows up on the screen

this is how i go

u know what, golden retrievers >>>> I SAID WHAT I SAID GOLDEN RETRIEVERS WITH A BLACK CAT FL. UGHHH

[teenagedirtbag21]

Dol LIs reactions to you asking them to hurt you in bed

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Robin

"I-isnt the choking enough?"

Doesn't want to hurt you, but wants you to be getting what you want.

Will lightly spank you with his hand, choking is a bit more intense and will pull your hair

He won't take much enjoyment from it, but the look on your face and the sounds you're making makes it worth it for him.

During after care he'll stroke your hair and rub your ass soothingly, as if his spanks were actually hard enough to continue hurting now. But you let him, it makes him feel better.

Kylar

"Really? Y-you wanna do that?"

Is ecstatic, begins pushing you to take him somewhere private.

It feeds his inner phyco killer AND he gets to pleasure you

Has definitely had multiple wet dreams about indulging in knife play with you

Loves the thought of carving his name into your skin, somewhere on your face so everybody knows your his

While actually in the act, he realizes you definitely didn't mean to whip out a switchblade, but instead choke you and slap you

Hes a but disappointed but, he can wait until you're ready for more.

During aftercare he will cuddle or hug you and talk about how it was when you'd moan his name while he pulls your hair.

"I have a perfect idea for next time."

Pure Sydney

Poor sweet Sydney, you spring this little request on him just after lunch in the library

He fumbles with his work, his face going a bright red at even the mention of sex, let alone your kinky request

"I don't want to hurt you." He would mumble, his eyes never leaving his desk.

Even if you re-assure him that its fine to not want to do it, he'll still look up a few videos, quickly turning it off before going back in and looking at it through his fingers

Next time you're under the desk, his fingers grip your hair and tug hard, causing a lewd moan to escape your lips. He would smile and apologize, his face red but enjoying the sound you made.

Will apologize profusely during aftercare, checking your body for any bruises and will not stop until you tell him that he barely even grazed you

Corrupted Sydney

"Only if you choke me back."

He would be all for it, as long as it's not to am extreme extent and he can indulge in his own inner masochism

Will choke you, then grab your hand and place it on his own throat. Almost every action he does to you, you do back and he loves it

Cums 10 times faster when being choked or having his hair pulled

In aftercare he'll hold you close to him and talk about possibility for next time

Whitney

Um yes, 110% he would LOVE for you to come up and beg him to spank you, tug your hair

You would tell him in the park, cigarette hanging from his lips as he smirked "My little slut," he chuckles and flicks some ashes from his cigarette on the ground "You really have no idea what you've just done."

Couldn't care less about your feelings, just didn't hurt you before, too much anyway, to make you run away, he wouldn't want to lose his best slut

During the act he goes all out, this helps him get rid of some of his pent up anger as well so its a win-win situation

He mostly focuses on spanking you, he LOVES the noises you make as his large hand comes down on your bare ass. He loves grabbing your face and digging his nails in while forcing you to look at him.

Will bite you and will draw blood, he has this favorite thing of taking your blood in his mouth then kissing you and forcing you to take it into yours

No aftercare, he'll finish and leave you to clean yourself up. Maybe he'll even sit back and watch as you struggle to stand while his cum flows down your legs, a wide smirk on his face as he pulls out a cigarette

In the rare chance he does indulge in aftercare, he'll fall back on your bed and grin at your twitching form. "You're such a good slut, taking all of me." He'll light a cigarette and maybe get you a towel, if you beg enough

Eden

Would be shocked and genuinely worried that he might hurt you too much, I mean he's quite big afterall. He was really expecting you to come here and ask for another piece of furniture

"...hurt you how?" His voice was quiet and you could see he's blushing.

He'd be nervous the first night, almost avoiding it completely until you began to beg for it, for him to spank you. He would grow both aroused and irritated with your pleads

"Shut the fuck up." He growls while his large hand comes down on your ass. A loud moan ripples from your mouth and he almost cums at the noise.

Will continue with this every sexual interaction until you have to beg him to stop, which really only spurs him on more

During aftercare he'll really just fall asleep beside you, or he'll get you something to clean up with. You'll have to explain to him what it is

Avery

If you ask this in public, lord help you. He'll pay you much less than he intended and be quite bitter the rest of the date

He WILL punish you in the car for 'embarrassing' him but its really just his excuse to agree to your request

If you ask in the hotel he'll smile and make sure the waiter isn't around, he wouldn't want word of him genuinely enjoying hurting his partner in bed

"I have a few ideas actually." He grins at you and offers more wine.

Big into orgasm denial and edging, loves having that power over you. If you cum too soon he will spank you however many times it takes for you to start crying

Aftercare he'll cuddle with you in bed, purely for your sake and not for his own of course. Will tell you how good you did and how much you deserve to be paid

Alex

It would be in the morning before the day even starts and you're helping him make breakfast

He would drop something and begin fumbling to clean it up while his face goes red

"You're something else." He grins as his cheeks are tinted pink

Would most definitely be into it and would take great pleasure from hearing your loid moans as his rough hand tugs your hair and slams you back against his dick

Would start slapping your ass almost every time you walked past him or bent over. He even ran up from across the field to slap your ass as you bent over to grab a bag of chicken feed

Great Hawk

Great hawk would never do anything do harm partner, Great hawk has been perfect husband

But your begging face makes Great hawk want to please you

Would bend you over the window and pull your hair back, his beak nipping at your skin

He feels good hearing your moans and this spurs him on to mount you fully, his talons scracting at your legs

After care he'll cuddle you in his nest and next time he goes to get a gift, he'll bring back some bandages to help wrap your legs

Black wolf (Admittedly I've never been with BW in game so this is based off of what I've read)

Would mount you right then and there, if you protested it would become non con

"You wanted this." He says as you cry out, his large cock slipped deep inside of you

He would relentlessly pound into you and pull your hair with his teeth

He push you into the dirt and his claws would dig into your back, which is basically the extent of him causing pain to you

Will lick your wounds during aftercare, aftercare really only being while he waits for his knot to subside

Wren (cuz I can)

You would bring this up to him during poker as you had become his official cockwarmer

He would smirk and rock his hips upwards before continuing playing with the guy across from him

"I never knew you'd be such a dirty girl." He whispers in your ear as his unattended hand grips you hip. He'd bounce you up and down his length a bit, enjoying the small whimpers and the desperate look on your face

Would wait until you guys are in private to be more extreme, in public he would wrap his hand around your throat

He would fuck you with his gun, it would probably be loaded too but he would still thrust it in and out of your pussy as his fingers were shoved down your throat, his own cock rutting against your thigh

During aftercare he'd clean his gun and snuggle with you, making sure you were satisfied with it

[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

Shut Me Up

A/N: Here’s another smutty one-shot. I felt like something a little cliche so here it is. This was so fun to write! I’m still finding my footing in this fandom as a writer but I think I wanna start taking requests, the next fic I have coming out will be a request and I’m having fun with it so shoot me a message if there’s something you wanna see. I’ve just put together my Masterlist so you can check out my other fics there :)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer and Y/N don’t exactly get on well. Will they be able to work out some of their frustration when they’re forced to share a room for the night?

Category: Pure smut baby

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sex, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, name calling, light choking, hair pulling, scratching, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 3850 words

The hotel is somehow worse than usual. It’s got so few rooms that they just narrowly grab enough for the whole team. But few enough that they have to bunk. Y/N didn't love sharing a room but it was better than having nowhere to sleep at all.

Prentiss tosses her a key, “That’s you and Reid” she says it so nonchalant that Y/N almost doesn’t notice it. Once in clicks in her head though she races down the hall.

“Hey, hey wait!” She calls out, a little too desperate, “Emily you can’t put me with Reid. We’ll kill each other.”

She laughs at that, it was on open secret amongst the team that Y/N and Spencer had something of a rivalry going. Bitter sworn enemies apparently. No one really bought it though. People who really truly hated each other would be a lot better at avoiding one another. But Y/N and Spencer could never seem to keep apart for very long.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to put your differences aside for a night.” she waves Y/N off as she heads into her own room, leaving her stranded in the hallway. Contemplating if the reception area might let her crash on the couch, she could even spend the night in one of the SUVs, the seats reclined far enough.

But that was stupid, why should she be the one who had to be uncomfortable, why not Spencer.

When she arrived at the door of her own room Spencer was slumped up against it, he stood up straight once he saw her coming.

“Took you long enough” he spat, reaching to take the key from her but she pulled it back before he had the chance.

“I was on the hunt for alternative sleeping arrangements” she huffs, unlocking the door.

“To no avail I presume?” he jokes but he’s just met with an eye roll.

“I’m taking the bed by the window” she stakes her claim before they even get through the door. Once they’re inside he lets out a chuckle.

“You’re welcome to the side of the bed by the window?” he jokes.

This was infinitely worse than she thought it was going to be. Where there were usually two generally uncomfortable twin beds in these standard small-town motels, instead there was a queen sized bed, staring at them as they stood at the foot of it.

“I get the bed” she says like she’s calling shotgun.

“Bullshit you get the bed, there’s nowhere else to sleep!” he complains.

She takes a second to scan the room, no sofa, no arm chair, the floor is a scratchy carpet. There’s no real option here. “You can sleep on the desk?” she suggests, and she’s not serious about it, but she wouldn’t say no if he agreed.

“Are you kidding me?” he almost shouts.

“Soft mattresses are bad for your back! Maybe it’ll sort out your posture?” she adds.

“There’s nothing wrong with my posture” he groans, massaging his temple.

“Okay sure, you tell yourself that”

They don’t say anything more about it as they unpack. Showering and changing for bed in silence. When Y/N comes out from he bathroom, Spencer is sitting up on one side of the bed, reading through case files by the light of the bedside lamp.

“Are you serious?” she whines.

“Look, we both need rest, just shut up and get over yourself” he says it without looking up from the file in his hand, his finger running over the lines at speed.

She doesn’t respond, she just climbs in on the other side, keeping herself as close to the edge of the mattress as possible to keep the distance in between them.

She lies like that for about 45 minutes but sleep’s just not coming.

“Are you ever gonna turn off that fucking light, I thought we ‘needed rest’” she mocks, turning over to look at him, still combing through the files, mumbling to himself every once in a while.

“We’ll both be useless tomorrow if we don’t get any sleep” she tries to convince him with a slightly more sincere tone.

This case wasn’t easy, the unsub had been abducting victims he’d met in online BDSM chatrooms. Bodies had been turning up murdered in ways that the victims had previously expressed were turn-ons. Suffocated, whipped, tied up in peculiar ways. There wasn’t much information to go on now, they just had to wait for the next body to turn up but that didn’t keep Spencer from pouring over everything a hundred times.

When he wasn’t being purposefully irritating Y/N honestly admired his work ethic. Just not when it was interfering with her much needed sleep.

“The bare minimum of sleep most humans need to live is just 4 hours in a 24 hour period” he blurts out, still not looking up.

“Well I’m not most humans, so knock it off”

He finally concedes, chucking his files onto the bedside table and shutting off the lamp. It’s now eerily quiet, and all she can hear is the steady breathing coming from the other side of the bed.

Enough time passes that she really should be asleep but it’s still not happening. So she’s already beyond irritated when she feels a slight shove against her shoulder.

“Hey, you still awake?” he sounds mischievous, she knows that tone of his voice and she doesn't like it.

“God! I am now! What do you want?” she mumbles into her pillow.

“I’ve just got a question” he says defensively.

She hums and rolls over to face him, he’s wide awake, “Well? Out with it” she encourages, the sooner this is over with the better.

His mouth twists into a smirk as he takes a minute to study her face, “What turns you on?” he asks it sincere, and she has no idea what to do with that.

Rolling her eyes on instinct she groans, “Ugh, are you serious? I was so close to getting to sleep, goodnight asshole.” she turns back around to end the conversation but he can’t leave it there.

“I’m serious actually, just all the talk about it earlier, I wanna know”

She doesn’t move as she speaks, remaining with her back to him in a bid not to engage, “You couldn’t handle that information.” She deadpans.

“Try me” he antagonizes, and that’s enough to set her off. He just didn’t know when to quit.

This could be a fun new way to tease him, is her first thought. Turn him on, leave him wanting, yet another game to add to their repertoire of spite.

“Fine I’ll give.” she turns back to him, staring intently this time, “Here’s one, I really get off on having my hair pulled” she scoots closer so she can lean in and whisper the next part, “like when I’m getting fucked from behind, or I’ve got someone’s cock down my throat. I love having my hair pulled, just the short sharp pain of it.” she sort of moans the last little bit right by his ear before settling back on her own pillow.

“That good enough?” she asks, and she can practically see his breath catch in his chest.

He takes a steady gulp, “Yeah, that was, informative” he breathes.

“And what about you?” she poses, he’s not getting out of this one so easy. He looks shocked, like he didn’t see this coming a mile off.

“Me? Uh—” he stutters, “My back, I get really— I get turned on when someone digs their nails into my back, like scratching and marking” something about seeing him flustered like this is almost endearing.

“I guess we’re both suckers for pain” she winks as she says it, making a move to turn around again in a bid to let the conversation die but he doesn’t give her the chance.

“Tell me another” he pleads, and she’s not sure what his expression means but she might just draw this out, see how far she can can tease this.

“Hmm, nosy aren't we?” she smirks, he doesn't respond, just waits for an answer. She thinks for a moment, “Have you ever choked anyone Dr. Reid?”

His breath hitches, and he shakes his head. She likes this new Spencer, the one that doesn’t seem to have some quip for her every two seconds.

“Well I think you might like it, you’ve got nice strong hands, long fingers too. I feel like they might make it the whole way round my neck if you tried?” her voice is soft like velvet as she speaks. He lets out a short pant, and she can see his eyes flicker down to her exposed throat before quickly coming back to her eyes.

“Does the idea of that turn you on Doc?” she teases.

“I— um—” he’s at a loss for words yet again.

“That’s not an answer now is it?” She taunts him, and moves to turn around once again. Feeling accomplished in her goal, finally about to get some sleep. But she’s barely closed her eyes when she can feel him move. He’s so close behind her that she can feel the heat radiating from him. His hand slowly reaches around and grasps her throat gently, she moves herself further into his grip on instinct and he runs with it. Using the leverage to pull himself right up behind her, and she can feel it. He’s hard, and she can feel him pushing himself right up against her ass.

“Is this a satisfactory answer?” he moves in close and whispers against her ear. She’s changed her mind, maybe this is her favorite Spencer.

“Mmhmm” she hums in response, and his fingers tighten around her neck. She pushes her ass further back, moving it up and down slightly to create some friction and she can feel him twitching through the thin layer of her nightdress. He starts to move with her, grinding against her, his other hand resting on her hip, fingertips digging in so that he can pull her closer.

She tries to moan when she feels his nails dig into her but it gets stifled in her throat.

“You sound pathetic” he whispers, “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re whining like a little slut” her hips buck involuntarily at that. “You like it when I call you names?” he teases.

The hand on her hip starts to pull at her nightdress, inching it up higher and higher until his fingers are on her bare skin. He digs his nails in just slightly and drags them around her thigh, letting them settle right at the hem of her panties.

“I bet if I put my fingers in here I’d find you soaking wet for me already?” When she doesn’t answer he tightens the hand around her throat so that it’s almost cutting off the air supply, then loosens immediately. “Answer me” he demands.

“Yes! Yes!” she moans, anything to get his hands to move where she wanted them.

“That’s what I thought” he laughs and lets go of her completely. Her dress hiked up, breathing ragged. She snaps back around to look at him and he’s already curled up on his side of the bed as though nothing’s happened. Left in shock she sits upright, crossing her arms across her chest.

“What the fuck was that?” she has to stop herself from outright shouting at him.

He turns back to look at her, taking in her sullen expression, “Disappointed are we?” he teases with a smirk. And that look makes her want to kill him.

“You’re such a dick” she huffs, and he sits upright next to her.

“You say that like I didn’t just beat you at your own game?” he tries to fight back.

“You didn’t beat me!” she protests

“Oh really, and how’s that?”

“I could feel you, you were rock hard before you even touched me” she spits it out, because if she turned him on first then somehow this didn’t feel as embarrassing.

“Yeah! Because you were teasing me!” he looks frustrated now,

“Exactly! Because I was teasing you, and you fucking liked it” he just rolls his eyes at that, pretending like it’s somehow not true.

“Shut the fuck up” he groans, running his hands through his hair and letting his head fall back against the headboard.

She quirks an eyebrow and looks straight into his sleepy eyes, “Make me.”

In less than a second his hands are on her again, grabbing and pulling her into his lap. One hand is firmly on her back, holding her tight against his chest, the other is tangled in her hair already. Grabbing fistfuls as their lips work against each other.

It’s heated, and ferocious, full of pent up aggression, or tension, or both.

As his tongue works against hers, she lets her own hands wander over him, finally coming to rest at the back of his head, tangling in his curls. When she grinds down into his lap she can feel his cock still hard beneath her, straining against the fabric of his boxers. She thought it was impossible but it felt harder than it had been earlier.

He breaks apart the kiss and they both take in wrecked breaths, chests heaving. He pulls at the hem of her nightdress, pushing it further up her thighs, grabbing a rough handful of her ass as his hands find the exposed skin there.

“We gotta get this off” he whispers, and she nods, pulling it off over her head so that she’s exposed now. Perched in his lap in nothing but her panties. “Fuck” he moans at the sight. His hands come straight up to grab her tits, rough and exited for a moment before easing up, kneading them, getting used to the weight of them in his hands. He brings his mouth down, leaning in so that he can place sloppy open mouthed kisses along her neck and collar bones, trailing down to the valley between her breasts. He takes one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently then teasing the bud with his teeth. When he releases it and looks up at her his eyes almost look glazed over, dreamy.

“I’ve always had a thing for your tits” he confesses, his lips coming down to repeat the action on the other nipple.

“Your turn to take your shirt off” she whines as he removes his lips, the cold air hardening her nipples now that he’d teased them. He drags his eyes away from her for a second so that he can peel his shirt off over his head.

On pure instinct she rakes her nails across his now bare chest, leaning in close to place kisses into the crook of his neck, moving up painfully slow, kissing along the column of his throat, landing on the soft skin beneath his ear. She can feel the moans rippling in his throat against her lips. While he’s stilled beneath her she takes the opportunity to tuck her hands in behind him, digging her nails into his back and dragging them across the skin with force. Certainly leaving harsh red lines in their wake. The noises that escape him might be the best thing she’s ever heard.

“You like it when I mark you up?” she moans into his ear, “When I make you mine?” she can feel wetness pooling between her own legs as she says the words. The very thought of it turning her on more than she ever thought it could.

Clearly he feels the same, something erupts in him and the hands that had been resting on her hips were now lifting her up and laying her down on the bed. He was on top of her now, his hair framing his face as he looked down at her, and she was biting her fucking lip in anticipation.

He almost can’t even look directly at her so he snakes down her body, littering her torso with kisses and licks. Once he lands at her hips he takes the elastic of her panties between his teeth, pulling it up and letting it go so that it snaps against her stomach. She lets out a low moan.

“Let’s see if I was right earlier, how wet are you for me?” his voice is low as he places small kisses over the cotton, making his way right in between her legs. He pulls back for a second to inspect the fabric, there’s a damp patch covering the majority of the area, as if he didn't know already. “You’re fucking soaked Y/N” he groans and presses his fingers right up against it, forcing the fabric between her folds so that it soaks up even more, “Such a needy little thing aren’t you?”

She can only let out a small whine in response, her teeth biting into her lip so hard she was afraid she might start bleeding.

“Better get rid of these, don’t you think?” he hooks his fingers into either side of her panties, sliding them down her legs. He takes them and places them on his pillow before returning to his position between her legs.

He’s slow and deliberate in his actions, teasing painfully as he places sloppy kisses on the delicate skin inside of her thighs. Stopping right at the top to nip and suck enough to leave a bruise. Taking the time to stop and leave a matching bruise on the other thigh.

She was starting to grow restless, she felt like she was literally aching for any stimulation at all.

“Spencer” she whines, “Please, I’m so fucking turned on already”. She can feel him chuckle, his exhale sends a burst of cold air right against her pussy.

“So impatient” he chastises, but gives in anyway. Laying his tongue flat against her, taking a moment to taste her before he starts to move. Licking deft strokes along her folds, alternating with sucking softly on her clit.

“Spencer, fuck, oh my god” is all she can muster as her back arches up off the bed, her hips squirming as he pins them down. “You feel so fucking good”

He takes the encouragement and brings a finger to her entrance, pushing it in at an agonizing pace, curling it upwards against her once it’s fully inside. “You’re so fucking tight Y/N, do you think you could even handle another finger?” he has to take his mouth off of her to speak but it’s worth it for the downright filthy sounds she makes in response. He takes that as a yes and slowly pushes two fingers in this time. Bringing his lips back down to wrap around her clit and suck.

Her hands fly down to his curls as he works his fingers in and out of her at a relentless pace. She grabs handfuls of his hair and pulls them harshly, not knowing where else to put the energy. “Fuck Spencer, feels so good, don’t stop” she mutters between gasps.

He continues his ministrations and he would be lying if he said the feeling of her hands pulling at his hair weren’t doing something for him.

A moment later and she’s barely able to control her movements, thrashing in the bed as he continues to work his fingers in and out of her, relishing the feeling of her walls tightening around him. Once she’s relaxed again he takes his fingers out, bringing them up to her lips, without telling her to she opens her mouth, taking the two fingers in, letting her tongue move around them to taste herself.

It’s one of the many memories from tonight he knows he wont forget anytime soon. Or ever.

“I can see why you like it” he says, leaning over her, talking into the crook of her neck, “having your hair pulled, feels fucking amazing” she lets out a weak laugh, regaining her strength.

“Told you you liked pain” she reaches down between them, grabbing his cock through his boxers, “You must’ve really liked it” she teases, squeezing as his eyes flutter shut and he nods.

He maneuvers a little so that he can take off his boxers, and finally she gets to see it. It’s perfect, bigger than she expected, it looks painfully hard, precum leaking from the tip. He moves back to hover over her, lingering for a minute to take her in. She thinks there might be something almost sweet behind his expression.

“Just fuck me already” she smirks up at him and he rolls his eyes without even meaning to.

“Will you ever stop antagonizing me?”

“If you fuck me maybe?”

With that he leans down to capture her lips in a heated kiss, she can taste herself on his tongue as it tangles with hers. She can feel him push up against her, the head of his cock just teasing at her entrance before sinking in so slowly she was almost angry.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so good, so fucking tight, so fucking wet for me” he’s whispering right into her hear and she can barely string together a sentence.

“Spencer, you’re so big, fill me up so good with your fingers, with your cock, fuck” as he starts to move they both start to lose it, her hands digging into his back, her nails sinking into his shoulders leaving small half-moons in his skin. He finally starts to build a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of her, filling the room with the pornographic sounds of skin on skin, coupled with their moans.

Once she can feel the familiar feeling building within her again she starts to lose control completely, her nails scratching marks into the expanse of Spencer’s back, hearing the little breathy gasps he lets out each time she does might be enough to make her cum all on their own.

“I’m close” she mewls, letting her head fall back against the pillow, exposing her neck, eyes screwing shut.

“Fuck, me too” he takes the opportunity presented to him, and wraps one of his hands around her neck, squeezing ever so slightly.

“Ahh, fuck” she breathes out with the little air that she has, “gonna cum” and she does, he can feel her tighten around his cock, her body writhing beneath his and arching up off he bed as he continues to fuck into her.

He’s following behind just a second later, spilling into her as he collapses back down, releasing his grip on her throat completely and settling on her chest.

They both take a moment. Melting into one another, steading out their breathing.

It’s Y/N who breaks the silence, “So you’ve always had a thing for my tits then?”

He cranes his neck up to look at her, “Shut up” he breathes, laying his head back down on her chest. She cards her fingers through his hair, smoothing it back down.

“Now you know how to make me.”

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[considerablecolors]

Feral Owen

So obviously I love the idea of Curt and Owen going home together after the staircase incident and learning to heal and forgive each other, and Owen softening and becoming more like he used to be.

BUT. I have to admit I'm also partial to Owen being dragged away kicking and screaming, tied to a chair in Curt's house, with Curt being like "I missed u sm I'm so sorry baby" and Owen just trying to bite him.

And obviously he eventually calms down some, but he's still this little gremlin human being who occasionally will just whip out a knife in the middle of a party because he lost a board game and Curt's like "no honey cmon we talked about this <3 what are our breathing exercises? :)" while Owen is staring-down whoever won.

Like The Squad is hanging out and Owen is basically just listing medieval torture methods and Tatiana's like "uhhhhh Curt?" and Curt's like ":) he's been reading! we went to the library yesterday as a reward because he only tried to stab me once on Sunday, isn't that right honey? <3"

Everytime Barb sees them it's basically the equivalent of the "GET YO FUCKIN DOG BITCH" "it don't bite :)" "YES IT DO" vine

And everyone at A.S.S. is gossiping trying to figure out what's going on, like "Isn't that Agent Carvour from MI6? Didn't he die like four years ago???" "Why the fuck does he have a job here this is the ninth time this week that he's punched a wall in" "Idk man everytime I try to ask Agent Mega he gets really defensive"

And Owen like. Actively hates Curt and is still constantly trying to kill him. And Curt's just. Used to it. He turns around and there's a gun to his head and he's like "Owen come on now :( we're at work and I need you to be a little more professional baby. This is important to me ok? I'm sorry but I think we're going to have to cancel dinner plans for tonight. Well I can't just let this pass without consequences honey. Maybe if you give me the gun now and sit down we can go there Tuesday night? No baby I'm not mad at you I still love you, we just need to work on this is all <3 :) <3"

While Barb, Tatiana, and everyone else just watch in utter confusion

They'll sit in restaurants and Curt will hit him with the:

And Owen rips the paper out of Curt's hand and just fucking eats it. And Curt rolls his eyes and is like "let me get another sheet so i can draw it again. you're so silly"

Sometimes Curt just sits at his job filling out paperwork while Owen sits next to him muttering furiously "I hate you so much I'm going to fucking kill you when my Chimera friends gets here they're going to kick your ass and I'm going to torture you so bad you'll be screaming for mercy" and Curt's like "mhm mhm. hey honey can you pass me the stapler please?" ".......here."

One day, some A.S.S. agents are gossiping and one of them is like "I can't believe Cynthia hired Mega back he's so incompetent if I were Carvour I'd wanna kill him too lmao" and in the blink of an eye Owen is holding the person in a chokehold like "SAY THAT AGAIN SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN I DARE YOU YOU BLOODY IDIOT YOU DON'T TALK ABOUT CURT LIKE THAT HE IS A GENIUS AND AN INCREDIBLE SPY YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE HIS LIST OF FLAWS IS SHORTER THAN YOUR DICK"

Then Curt walks out of his little office and just starts petting Owen's hair like "shh it's okay baby let's just calm down and sit ok?" "HE CALLED YOU INCOMPETENT" "i know honey it's ok just let him go and we can take a break and read more of that book you like. yeah? would that be good bud? :)" "I WANT TO KILL HIM" "shh i know i know. what are our breathing exercises honey?"

Later when they're sitting down Owen's like "...you're not incompetent. i still wanna kill you though you're a fucking bastard and im gonna tear you limb from limb and my Chimera friends are gonna hang your innards up in the white house" "mhm" "but only i get to do that ok? not some jerk coworker of yours" "uh huh" "if anyone's mean to you like that you have to tell me so i can kill them" "ok sweetheart. is your pasta good? do i need to ask for more parmesan?" "....it's good." "ok good i'm glad <3"

Basically Curt taking one look at Owen and saying "I can fix him :)" while everyone else goes "........are you sure???" and Curt clears his throat and says "I SAID I CAN FIX HIM :) "

[thiccchurro]

Trust Me

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heyy could you write with shoto todoroki a scenario where him and his s/o are in a argument (for any reason it's up to you!), things got heat up and he says something that he regrets, like something really mean idk haha i crave for angst this times thank you

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Thank you for the request luv! I’m not very experienced when it comes to angst, so i hope it turned out okay!

⚘ Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x reader

⚘ Warnings: angst

⚘ Summary: Todoroki has trouble displaying his emotions and you just want to comfort him.

⚘ A/n: UmM. I have a hate/love relationship with this fic. Didn't know how to end it.. :/

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“Y/n, leave.”

“No Shou-”

“Y/n, I don’t need you to solve my problems. I can live without you, and I will deal with myself, myself. Stop being a whiny little brat and go.”

Shouto has these days.

He’ll come home from work, extremely on-edge, and push you away for the rest of the night.

He doesn’t even sleep in the bed, he stays on the couch.

And it breaks your heart, every, single, time.

Whenever you come home in an off mood, Shouto will sit you down, he’ll make some tea, and you’ll chat by the fireplace. He’ll let you just stare off into the flames while you list your problems one, by one. If you need it he’ll draw you into a hug, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, while you sob into his shoulder.

But the problem with Shouto, was that he wasn’t you. He dealt with all his problems on his own, he closed himself off from everyone when he needed a shoulder to cry on. He closed himself off to you. And you were afraid he didn’t trust you, that maybe he never would.

So, as Shouto stomped into your room, and motioned for you to leave so he could have a minute, you decided it was time to put an end to this.

“Shouto, do you.. do you wanna come sit by the fire with me?”

He shot you a look as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt.

“The fire that I’ll have to start? I’ve had a long day love, why don’t you go work on dinner”

“But Shouto..”

You fidgeted with you hands, nervously, leaning your weight on one foot, then the other.

“You know you can talk to me right?”

“You know now is not the time for this, right?”

He moved to the bed to start slipping his shoes off.

“I’m serious, I can’t do this anymore.”

“Neither can I, that’s why you should go.”

“Stop! Stop pushing me out, I want to be there for you! Just let me be your S/o and for once in your life talk to me!” You could hear your voice crack and you desperately tried to hold back your tears.

Shouto gave you and cold look and nodded his head.

“Your raising your voice love, why don’t you go make dinner.”

“This is exactly what I’m talking about! I love you! Don’t you trust me?”

You mentally cursed at yourself as tears began to spill out of your eyes,

“When I come home you always make me talk to you, I don’t get a choice. You need to talk too! To be taken care of!”

“I’m sorry your the weaker one in this relationship.”

“Shouto! being able to bottle up your emotions is not a strength!”

“Being a clingy little leech who can’t go two seconds without suffocating someone isn’t a strength.”

“Shouto just talk to me.”

“Y/n, leave.”

“No Shout-”

“Y/n, I don’t need you to solve my problems. I can live without you, and I will deal with myself, myself. Stop being a whiny little brat and go.”

You sniffled a bit, and grabbed a fresh change of clothes.

“If that’s how you really feel, then I’ll go.”

You dragged yourself to the kitchen, reaching to grab the car keys. Unzipping your purse you dug around for your phone and wallet, just to double check.

“I’m ordering you some cold soba, then i’m going out!”

You ordered the soba and left, tears blurring your vision as you drove to the nearest hotel.

He really didn’t trust you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

When Shouto groggily rubbed at his eyes, and rolled of the couch, he expected you to hear the noise and wake up.

He put his bowl from the night before in the sink, for you to scrub along with your own. But there were no other bowls there.

He couldn’t remember much from the previous night, but he assumed you hadn’t eaten, and where probably hungry. So, he made you some waffles.

He hummed a tune as he whipped up the batter, waffles always made you feel better.

He decided to tie on his ‘kiss the cook’ apron, witch you had given him for his last birthday, to make you smile, and tip-toed over to the room. He opened the door, careful to keep it from making a clicking sound.

“Rise and shin-”

He set the tray of food down when you weren’t in your bed.

“Y/n?”

He combed through the house, struggling to find you.

“Hey Siri. Where’s Y/n?”

“Y/n, is at a hotel ten miles from here. Would you like directions?”

Oh...

OH..

He tried to call you a few times, but they all went to voice mail. He remembered all the things he had said last night, about being a suffocating leech, about being a whiny little brat.

Thank God for Siri.

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You sniffled, burying your face further into the stuffy you had bought at a gas stop last night. You hadn’t been able to sleep a wink.

You where startled out of your thoughts by a man outside your door.

“Ma’am, there’s a pro-hero here to see you. We have to let him in, there may be vital evidence towards his err- investigation in here? I’m sorry.”

You grabbed your stuffy and sprinted into the bathroom, hiding in the corner just as the door unlocked.

You heard it close.

“Y/n?”

Shouto sighed when he found your hiding spot.

“I’m sorry for all the stuff i said..  None of it’s true.”

You stood up, and the half and half hero pulled you into himself, burying your face in his chest. He rested his head on yours and sighed, as you weakly attempted to pull away.

“sh-Shouto.” You sobbed “I need to comfort y-you!”

“I’m sorry, but right now you need to be comforted.”

You pushed away from his chest slightly, and looked up at him.

“N-no you don’t trus-ust me.”

“I know, I’m working on it.”

“I think we-we need to take a bre-break.”

“From hugging? Sorry, i didn’t mean to suf-”

“No, from us..”

Todoroki backed away. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes.

“Are you sure?”

You sniffed again and rubbed your nose on your sleeve.

“Yeah, I’ll come over to pack some stuff. I just n-need a break.”

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[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime – Five // Wanda Maximoff

chapter four | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter six

author’s note: dying of cramps but didn’t wanna leave y’all hanging, so enjoy! x

Taking Wanda to Blackpool was something I couldn't stop thinking about for the past three days.

I kept telling myself that I had to remain calm, not make her feel uncomfortable with my obvious attraction to her, and to give her the best day out considering she'd never been before. It wasn't anything more than a girl spending time with her soon-to-be sister-in-law, and I had to keep reminding myself that whenever I'd feel a stir of desire in my chest at the thought her pretty smile or intoxicating gaze.

My family were thrilled when they heard of my plans with Wanda. My parents were glad I was actually making an effort to get on with her, whilst my brother was excited I was becoming 'best friends', as he put it, with his fiancé. That one stung a little, the guilt pricking my insides, but I convinced myself that that was exactly what I was doing. It wasn't wrong if I didn't think of Wanda in any way but what she was. Right?

The weekend came around quickly enough, and on Saturday morning, I met with Wanda at the train station where she waiting for me with an enthusiastic smile.

"I brought my watercolours and sketchbook so I can paint what's there," she explained as we boarded the train. "I also bought a lot of pencils in case some snap. I'm gonna draw everything I see so I don't forget a single thing."

We slid into our seats and I smiled with admiration as she continued to ramble about all of the things she wanted to do today. She looked so lively when she spoke, her hands moving about frantically to express her excitement, and her lips permanently etched into a smile when she wittered on. I didn't mean to stare, but God, she looked beautiful.

"Thank you again for doing this," she finished, head turning to mine.

Now, I'd read and written many clichés of someone falling for someone else, particularly the moment they knew they were too far gone. It was hard to believe if they were true depictions of liking someone, but I liked reading and writing them.

It was now that I learnt that they were no exaggeration, for when she looked my way with a beaming smile and glowing green eyes, I knew it was too late. There was no going back for my attraction to Wanda.

"No need to thank me," I spoke slowly, surprised I could speak at all since she'd knocked the breath from my lungs. "I'm glad you're excited."

The journey was a few hours long and we made conversation the whole way. It was the longest I'd spent alone with her since meeting her and I was intrigued by everything she had to say, hanging onto every word with all of my attention. If that wasn't enough, her accent only made everything she said sound so much better. She was naturally soft-spoken, but syllables rolled off her tongue in a silky, raspy way with her accent entwined in her words. I loved it.

At one point, the topic of our families came up and I felt like my brother came up in almost every conversation I'd had with anyone who discussed family, so I took this as my opportunity to get to know hers instead.

"What's it like to have a twin?" I asked, leaning on my elbow as I watched her attentively.

She mirrored my action playfully, though answered my question. "It's just like having a normal sibling, except they're way more annoying."

I smiled, imaging just how annoying Pietro could be as a sibling.

"I love Pietro, but he's very frustrating at times," she spoke with a hint of endearment. "He constantly throws it in my face that's he's older than me by twelve minutes. As if that makes a difference."

A chuckle flew from my lips as she pouted at her own words.

"But he's also my best friend," she said with a sigh, like that fact was irritating in itself. "He knows me better than anyone and he's the easiest person for me to talk to. I don't have to hide anything from him." She paused, glancing upwards in thought. "Well, almost anything."

Pursing my lips, I wondered what she meant as she mumbled the last part, but didn't question it. Everyone was entitled to their secrets.

"So, you and your family moved to England when you were kids, right?" I tried to recall what my parents had told me of them. "From Sokovia."

"Yes, we were about..." She scrunched up her nose as she tried to remember. "Eight years old, I think?"

"Wow, that's young," I realised.

She hummed in agreement, smile fading as her eyes fell to her hands. "Yeah... I don't remember much, but there was a lot of unrest at the time. A war. It was dangerous for everyone and my parents were lucky to get us out when they did."

I frowned, knowing some of this already, but it was sadder to hear when it was coming from Wanda herself.

"Our extended family didn't make it out," she continued to explain, voice quieter. "I didn't know them much, my parents' siblings, so it's not that sad for me. Pietro, too. But it's strange to think, you know? Especially when all of your family are around with this wedding and–" She sighed, shaking her head and looking to me with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring the mood down."

I straightened up, reassuring her instantly. "Wanda, you don't need to apologise. It's okay. I... I didn't know any of that. I'm glad you told me."

She nodded, though the regret was still present in her gaze.

"I'm sorry all of that happened," I expressed honestly, not looking away. "But I'm glad you're here, if it makes a difference. You– your family are good people."

A small, appreciative smile graced her lips. "Thank you."

I shrugged, trying to brush it off so she wouldn't notice the heat rising up my neck. "It's nothing... so Sokovia. You speak Russian and English. That's pretty bloody cool."

She laughed wholeheartedly and any hint of sadness disappeared from her face, reassuring me completely. I didn't like to see her sad, especially when there was nothing I could do to make her feel better that I knew of.

"I promise to teach you some Russian today," she said with amusement. "A few words, just to diversify your vocabulary."

"Gee, thanks."

Another laugh escaped her and I chewed on my lip to contain my grin. I could get used to that sound.

—

When we reached Blackpool, Wanda was radiating with excitement. We couldn't make it two steps anywhere before she whipped out her sketchbook and began to sketch. She wasn't kidding when she said she was going to capture everything she saw.

I was patient, since the reason we came was for her, and watched as she worked. It was cute, seeing her concentrate and trying to stop dancing around with excitement every time I showed her something new.

We walked along the promenade and dipped in and out of the shops, looking at the gifts and clothes they sold. We bought a few things to commemorate the trip, but then Wanda was quick to drag me back outside so she could sketch the view of the beach from where we were stood. The grin on her face was convincing enough for me to let her drag me wherever she wanted. She looked so happy and I didn't care about anything else.

Eventually, around lunchtime, we headed to a café to have a break from all the excitement. Or rather, a break from running around. For Wanda, it was a better opportunity to sit still and sketch some more.

"So, you're drinking what, Y/N?" she asked, not looking up from her sketches as she worked.

I looked at my tea and lowered the cup. "Er, tea?"

"In Russian," she instructed.

"Oh." I cleared my throat, remembering what she taught me earlier. "Chay."

"And what's in the chay?" she asked, lifting her eyes to meet mine patiently. "The milk?"

"Moloko," I remembered, and the proud smile on her face reassured me I was correct. My shoulders relaxed as I returned her smile. "Thanks."

"You're a natural," she assured me, before looking back to her sketchbook. "I only taught you the words. You remembered it yourself. And before you know it, ty budesh' govorit' polnymi predlozheniyami na russkom."

My mouth opened with confusion, not knowing what she said. She seemed to realise as she chuckled at my expression.

"Never mind, milaya (darling)," she said with humoured eyes, before resuming her sketching.

I breathed out, taking another sip of my tea before grabbing a fork to dig into my pasta. As I chewed, I watched Wanda move her pencil effortlessly, creating lines that somehow resulted in a perfect drawing of the horizon.

"Do you only draw and paint landscapes?" I asked curiously.

"I can do portraits, too," she answered with a nod, glancing at me. "But they're never as good."

I gave her a knowing look. "I doubt that."

She merely smiled in response, eyes meeting mine for a moment, before shaking her head with amusement and looking back to her sketches. I chuckled, leaving her to it as I enjoyed my lunch and read the newspaper.

It was nice to just sit and enjoy each other's company as we did our own thing. I'd occasionally glance up to see Wanda focused on her drawing and smile, allowing myself to appreciate the sight, before looking back down to the paper and enjoying my pasta.

By the time I finished my food, as had Wanda, she straightened up and tore a page from her sketchbook. The noise pulled me from my reading and I looked up to see her holding the paper towards me.

I quirked a brow, but she simply shook the paper, signalling for me to take it. With confusion, I took it and became speechless when I saw what she'd drawn. It was me reading the paper, the exact view she must have had from being sat opposite me. It looked exactly like me, probably better since I knew I didn't look that good, and I was amazed at her talent all over again.

"You did this just now?" I asked with disbelief, looking up at her.

She shrugged and distracted herself with her pencil. "Yeah, it's not much. It's not my specialty."

I scoffed. "You're kidding. Wanda, this is amazing!"

Bashful smile on her lips, she glanced up at me. "Maybe it's the best portrait I've done. But I think that's down to my subject."

Even when she was embarrassed, she was still capable of turning the tables on me, leaving me a flustered mess. It was like her superpower. A very annoyingly cute superpower.

"That's what you look like y'know," she continued, nodding to the paper in my hand. "When you're focused on reading. You chew your lip with thought. And you get this little crease–" she pointed between her brows with a laugh, "–right here, and you seem to forget that anything else exists."

A sweet smile spread on her face as she tilted her head, watching me with intimidating eyes, very much aware of the effect her words had on me.

"You're very observant," I said, trying not to stutter, her gaze making me nervous. "Perfect skill for an artist."

She hummed in agreement, though didn't look away. "Mere artistic observation, right?"

My heart was hammering in her chest the longer she stared, especially when her words dawned on me. I'd said the exact same thing after she confronted me about picking her ring. I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

Just like the first time I saw her, I was at a loss for words and couldn't look away. She was compelling, beautiful and remarkable all at once.

—

"Nebo," I said, hoping it was the correct word for 'sky' in Russian, as Wanda had taught me.

She grinned. "Yes! And horizon?"

I pulled a face as I thought carefully. "Er...gorizont?"

"The student is soon to become the master," she said, and I rolled my eyes, knowing that was anything but the truth. I appreciated her encouragement though.

"Okay, before we head to the beach, we have to buy some rock," I told her, leading her to the stall on the promenade. "I got it last time and it's so good."

She furrowed her brows. "What's that?"

I smiled at her expression. "It's a sweet. Kind of like boiled sugar that's formed into a stick of, well, rock."

She didn't seem convinced. "If you say it's good, I trust you, I guess..."

I laughed, grabbing her hand and tugging her to the stall. "You'll love it."

After getting two sticks of rock for Wanda and I, we began to walk to the sand. I glanced at the brunette, wanting to see her reaction. She eyed the hard candy before attempting to bite it, a small piece breaking off at the top. Crunching on it, she scrunched her nose up.

"It's hard," she noted, swallowing the piece. "Tasty, though."

"It's better if you suck on it, love," I let her know with a hidden smile. "Tastes much better."

She did as I said, beginning to suck on the top, and seemed to enjoy it more. Giving me a thumbs up as she sucked it, I couldn't help but laugh again. She looked adorable, so I left her to it and did the same as we walked along the sand and towards the benches in the distance.

Like a child experiencing something for the first time, she began to point excitedly at Blackpool Tower and the ferris wheel in the distance and I just kept nodding along, letting her get excited because it made my heart skip a beat every time she flashed me a smile.

When we reached the benches, I was glad that today wasn't a busy day. It wasn't exactly tourist season, so the beach was scarce of anyone but residents of the town. And even then, our side of the beach was pretty empty, giving us first dibs on a bench that wasn't broken or uncomfortable.

Settling on it, Wanda pulled her legs up and sat cross-legged so she could lean on them and pull out her watercolours. I sat beside her and leaned back, inhaling the salty air and exhaling peacefully. I never had much reason to visit here apart from when my parents took my brother and I on the occasional trip, but it was nice to appreciate the sound of the ocean washing over the sand and the seagulls squawking in the sky. A big difference compared to back home.

Another silence formed between us as she painted the water ahead, and I couldn't help but glance her way, watching her pucker her lips with concentration. All she'd wanted was this and I was glad I could finally give it to her.

So she wouldn't notice, I looked away and stared out at the blue expanse of ocean before me. I should have been appreciating its beauty, but all I could think about was how it was no contest to the girl sat beside me.

"I'm really glad you brought me here today," she said out of the blue after a while, "but I wouldn't have said yes if I'd known you would be bored."

I looked to her and saw she was still preoccupied by her painting. "I'm not bored. We came here so you could see the water and find some new subjects to paint. And that's exactly what we're doing."

She sighed, looking up at me with a questioning glance.

Smiling reassuringly, I said, "I like the quiet. And I like watching you work. You look happy. It's good to see."

She tensed her jaw, stifling a smile, but her eyes said it all. She was grateful. Of course, her eyes were also very easy to get lost in, even if she didn't mean for me to. And right now, under the sun, I found myself drowning in pools of blue.

"What are you thinking?" she asked quietly, a hint of a smile on her face.

Stupidly, I felt compelled to tell her the truth. "I'm thinking about how you have really pretty eyes."

Attempting to make me flustered yet again, her favourite hobby by now I was guessing, she raised a brow teasingly. "Oh, really?"

It didn't bother me this time though, as I maintained eye contact and felt my heart swelling with adoration. "Yes. It's like you hold all the elements in a single gaze."

Her smile faded and that's when I realised what I'd said, my heart dropping to my stomach in an instant. Swallowing hard, I looked away and shook my head. An apology was waiting on the tip of my tongue when she spoke with realisation.

"It was you."

I glanced her way nervously. "What was?"

She was staring like her mind was working something out and I was the missing piece. "The letter that Y/B/N gave me last week. He wrote the exact same thing. What you just said."

My brows knitted together with confusion, then it hit me. The love letter Y/B/N wrote. The one he assured me was for his own eyes. He'd given it to her. And I'd just gone and said the exact thing he'd written on it, no doubt passing it off as is his own words.

"Th–that wasn't me," I got out, shaking my head slowly. "I didn't even know he gave you a letter, Wanda."

She continued to watch me, eyes squinting with scepticism. I swallowed hard under her gaze, trying to think of how I could come back from this. But apparently I didn't have to, because she suddenly leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.

My mind was foggy when her fingers rested behind my neck, tugging me closer. I closed my eyes, melting at her touch, and began to kiss her back, moving my lips against hers. She was slow and gentle with me, her lips as soft as they looked and sending the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy. I could have kissed her forever and been content, but my brain finally caught up to my actions and I reluctantly pulled away, stunned.

Glancing around to make sure nobody saw us – there was literally nobody here – I caught my breath and looked back to Wanda. Her eyes were drawn to my lips before they flickered to meet mine, darkened with desire.

"Why did you do that?" was all I could think to ask, and I was acutely aware of her fingers still grasping my neck, the skin burning where her tips grazed.

She licked her swollen lips, expression softening. "I think I've been falling for the wrong Y/L/N."

My lips pressed together, missing the feeling of hers against them. Never in a million years did I expect her to say something like that. I thought she'd been teasing me this whole time, but now, maybe there was truth to her actions.

"Did you really mean what you said?" she asked apprehensively.

"What?"

She swallowed. "What you said about my eyes. Did you mean it?"

Well, she'd kissed me, so there was no going back now.

I nodded, noticing the hesitance in her eyes. "Yes... you're beautiful, Wanda."

She didn't say anything and the silence was deafening. I almost wanted to run back home and pretend this never happened, but that was the cowardly side of me. The other side, the disbelieving side, wanted to stay here with her and keep living in this little bubble we'd created.

"Can I kiss you again?" she finally spoke, eyes flickering between mine for confirmation.

Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded slowly, and she didn't waste another second as she leaned in once again. This time, I wasn't so surprised, so I kissed her back quickly, trying not to think about how wrong this was. How I'd been taught that this was wrong. Because I refused to believe this was wrong, that it was a sin, when it felt so damn right.

Wanda felt right.

—

When I got home later that afternoon, I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

Wanda was all that was on my mind. Everything about her was floating around up there – the contagiousness of her smile, the brightness of her eyes, the taste of her lips. When I left this morning, I wasn't expecting to return with– well, I wasn't sure what we were, but we'd decided to give whatever this was a go.

Of course, she was still engaged to my brother, but I tried not to think about that. She made me happy and maybe in a different lifetime we could have been together, but this was the wrong lifetime which meant I'd have to make some wrong decisions, this possibly being one of them.

The guilt was still present, but the adoration I had for Wanda overpowered it. The fact that she actually liked me back was too thrilling for me to even concern myself with the lack of future this relationship would have. I just wanted to enjoy what we had whilst we had it, even if it meant being together in secret.

"So, how did your trip go?" my mum asked me when I returned, looking up from her knitting.

I stifled my grin the best I could. "It was fun. Wanda loved the seaside."

My mother seemed pleased as she smiled my way. "Y/N, that's great. You know, I'm really proud of you for making an effort with her. It means a lot to everyone."

"Mhm."

"She's going to be your sister-in-law after all," she continued knowingly, "so it's good you're spending time with her. Maybe you could do it more."

I hummed in agreement, my heart fluttering at the possibility of spending more time with Wanda. "Yeah, that could be good."

"Go on upstairs, you must be tired from the travelling," she said after a moment, noticing my distant headspace. "I'm glad you had fun today."

Wanda's smile appeared in my mind again, her lips ghosting my own. I sighed contently.

"Me, too."