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The General!Series - Part Four: Moving On: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x Reader

A little get well soon gift for my girl @dizzybee03

Tagging: @kmc1989 @justameresimp @agentorange9595 @lxaah11 @librarian1002

Broken Buttons (feat: Harmon Rabb)- Beau discovers the real reason you broke things off with him.

Messy - Companion piece to Broken Buttons - Beau discovers the truth about what happened that night.

Choices - Companion piece to Broken Buttons and Messy - Beau and you discuss your choices moving forward.

Sitting in court is excruciating but Beau endures it, he endures it because no matter how fucking horrified and nauseated he is, you must feel it tenfold. He can’t imagine what it must be like to sit in front of a room of your peers and describe what that man did to you, to have your story questioned and torn apart, to have someone tell you to your face that you were asking for it. They try to paint you as unstable, the kind of woman who intended to sleep her way up the ladder, whose now crying wolf because she was rebuked.

He almost punches the prosecution attorney in the mouth for the shit he says to you. It’s only Mic Brumby’s iron clad grip on his arm that stops him from launching himself across the table and strangling the man.

It’s the physical evidence that’s the worst.

You had the competency to go to the hospital afterwards, you’d been bleeding, scared when the doctor had seen you. You’ve worked with enough women through your time in Victim Support Services to know the procedures, you needed the morning after pill, medication to counteract anything that son of a bitch might have given you.

The hospital had logged you under an anonymous patient I.D. It’s something they do for victims of sexual assault when they collect evidence, when they’re not ready to file a police report.

It sickens Beau to hear the injuries you’d sustained, he hadn’t realised how violent it was, not until then.

You’re found not guilty of the offense. The jury of your peers accepts that you acted in self-defence when you broke the General’s nose, that you were too traumatised to attend work in the aftermath.

Your case, it opens doors for other women it’s happened to because you weren’t the first woman he did it to, you weren’t even the last. He’s arrested during a charity function for victims of sexual assault and the fucking irony of that astounds Beau.

You spend an hour in the shower after you give your testimony, before you fall asleep on the couch with your head in Beau’s lap. He spends the whole night, his fingers running soothingly through your hair as he begins to plan the next steps.

You’ve told him you can’t stay in Washington, that Admiral Chegwidden has granted you a transfer back to San Diego. There’s too much trauma attached to this place.

He spends the next couple of days helping you pack up your things. You throw away more away than you keep because you don’t want the bad memories following you. Harmon Rabb and Mic Brumby turn up on moving day to help carry the boxes down to the truck. Besides him, they’re the only two people who’s touch you don’t flinch away from these days.

“Thank you.” Beau tells Harm when the two of them are alone in the apartment, grabbing the final few boxes. “For bringing me here, for fighting for her.”

“Don’t thank me.” Harm says, his voice gruff as he crosses his arms over his chest and stares out of the window. “It happened on my watch. I was there that night, I should have stuck around but me and Mac were going through some shit…”

Harm shakes his head, his jaw clenching.

“It never should have happened.”

Beau sighs, shifting the box he’s carrying to his other hip.

“Ally doesn’t blame you and neither do I.” Beau tells the other man. “If it wasn’t that night, it would have been another. You heard the testimony, once he had her in his sights…”

It was the same with all the others, that son of bitch had enjoyed the chase, it made catching his prey all the more sweeter. He treated every single one of those women like a trophy, something to be hunted down, caught.

“I need you to promise that you’ll check in every once in a while, tell me how she’s doing.” Harmon says, his palm rubbing over the back of his neck.

“I will.” Beau tells Harm as he picks up the remaining box and heads towards the apartment door. “Ally may need a little time but I’ll make sure to keep in touch.”

“She’s going to get through this.” Harm reassures him as they step out into the hallway, he waits as Beau closes the door behind him, locking it up for the final time. “It’ll take some time but she has it in her.”

“I know.” Beau says as he slips the key into the mailbox for the landlord to pick up. “If anyone can make it through something like this, it's her.”

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in-tua-deep · 9 months

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One of my cats passed away quite suddenly yesterday. I’d noticed she wasn’t feeling good Tuesday when I got back from work and she didn’t greet me. 24 hours later I was taking her to the emergency vet and less than 48 hours later she was gone

I think loss can be really hard sometimes. I want it to be my fault, because then if it ever happened again I would be able to control the outcome better - but I can’t just fix sudden onset congestive heart failure. The vets sure couldn’t - she didn’t respond to the aggressive medication that was meant to help her blood pressure go back to normal

I don’t really have a point to this post. But Mia was the best cat of all time - she was eleven years old, and the most affectionate and persistent cat in existence. She would physically grab your hands to let you know that whatever you were doing with them weren’t as important as her (including knocking phones directly out of your hands). She demanded pets from everyone who walked through the door like a tiny bridge troll or a mafia boss - especially for people who were allergic to her

She liked to shred paper with her teeth - not to eat, just to prove that she could because her previous owners front paw declawed her and she was still determined to shred things and cause a mess on principle. She had a bb pellet in her thigh - also from before I owned her - that spawned the joke that we misread the adoption paperwork and Mia was actually MIA from whatever war she was involved in.

She would wake me up by placing her foot on my face and slowly increasing the amount of weight on said foot and if I didn’t wake up, she very purposefully walked across my head. If that failed she would walk in a tight circle around my head to try and step on any hair that was on the pillow, since that was sure to make me wake up - honestly her most toxic trait. Sometimes she would just put a paw on my face and just drag it slowly down my cheek or stick her face right next to mine to try and tickle me with her whiskers. It should be noted: she had no reason to do this. She was fed via the machine, not dependent on me being awake. And for the most part she didn’t! But sometimes she would just go through phases of being absolutely inconsolable if I slept in at all

She didn’t sleep with me at night usually (because I roll like an alligator I move literally so much) but any other time I was vaguely horizontal she liked to be directly atop my person. She would sometimes be next to me, and would let me cuddle her like a teddy bear

She was a dense tank of a cat who took no shit and would have ignored the world ending as long as she was receiving pets, and I will miss her every day

Mia you looked like burned toast and had no sense of personal boundaries and you were the absolute best thing that’s ever happened to me

#personal #pet death #cat death #Mia #my cats #Christ how do people who cry easily do this #I have been crying on and off for two days and I have the worst dehydration headaches

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sasha-psychedelia · 11 months

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The Provably Worst Gun for Home Defense

What is provably the WORST gun for home defense? A .22 single shot rifle is at least small and quick to point. A Barrett M82 is at least going to instantly stop whatever it hits. Even a good old fashioned musket is going to do good damage and won't hurt your ears. No, I wanted to know what the undisputable worst home defense gun in the world is; and I have found it.

This is the .950 JDJ Fat Mac. It is a 100 pound, 5 foot long rifle that shoots a one pound solid brass bullet at 2200 FPS. It is a non-NFA item only because the ATF gave it a sporting exemption as a joke as if anybody is going to hunt with this. This round would be overkill for hunting blue whales.

I would like to paint a picture for you. It's 2AM and you hear a window break in your living room. This is the worst day this could happen, as every single one of your guns was lost in a tragic boating accident this morning. All were lost except for one. You look across your room in dread at your anti-kaiju rifle. You know what you have to do, but you don't know if you have the strength to do it, both literally and figuratively.

Heaving the rifle into your arms, you load a .950 cartridge and begin to waddle towards the door. Your feet make a loud "thud" as you take each 6" step. You know the intruders hear you. You hope they do, for perhaps they will run and spare the world the suffering that is about to befall it.

You try to set the rifle down, but end up clipping your bedroom door and it is immediately knocked off its hinges by this battering ram in your hands. You attempt to round the corner, bonking the muzzle against the doorframe and adjacent wall across the hall at least 4 times.

To your horror, two invaders stand there at the end of the hall.

With a heavy heart, you raise the rifle to your shoulder while making inhuman grunting noises from the strain of attempting some semblance of a shooting position. The burglars simply stare in disbelief, unable to process the situation they are witnessing, as if in a dream.

You cannot aim the rifle, as the last time you fired the gun, it turned your $3000 Leopuld into a kaleidoscope. You simply hold it at an angle that appears correct and fire.

You are immediately knocked to the floor as if hit by a semi truck going 20 MPH. The shot connected with one of the criminals and it erased him from existence. Even the memories of him have been destroyed and you're wondering why you just shot into an empty hallway. The shot continues to travel through at least 4 houses, a car, and a 10 ton boulder before lodging itself 20 feet into a nearby hill, never to be seen again.

It is at this point, you realize you cannot hear.

The surviving burglar can't hear either but he's also on fire from the muzzle blast and is currently vacating your home. You don't care. Your shoulder is dislocated and there is a hole in your brand new AR500 refrigerator.

You're crying now.

The police arrive and, upon seeing the scene, start laughing. You start crying harder.

#196 #copypasta #sps69 #big guns

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finalgilmoregirl · 6 months

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omg I loved your grumpy x sunshine Mike and reader work - could you please do another scenario where the sunshine! reader is the one who has a bad day and it’s up to grumpy! Mike to comfort and help out in his own way? :) thanks for sharing your work!

a/n : i'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks for the request. fem!reader, she/her pronouns, mainly just fluff

☆ bad day : grumpy!mike schmidt x sunshine!fem!reader

mike knew something was wrong the moment he closed his door behind him and was greeted with silence has he entered the house.

you were always rushing in to greet him as soon as the sound of his keys against the door knob signaled his arrival, but today that clearly wasn't the case.

"hello?" mike called out and a moment later was met by the sight of abby creeping out of the hallway.

"where's y/n?"

"well hello to you too" the young girl rolled her eyes, walking past mike and heading for the kitchen.

"sorry" he sighed, catching her arm before she got too far and pulling her into his arms for a hug, earning a groan in response. "how was your day?"

"it was okay, but i think y/n/n's sick."

"sick? what do you mean?" mike thought back to when he last saw you just that morning. you were fine, your normally bubbly self despite the early hours, yawning between giggles as you and abby got breakfast prepared.

abby shrugged, "i don't know, she's been in bed since we got home."

mike knew you better than abby to know that you couldn't be sick. even if you were sick, you would protest and continue your daily routine as usual. something had to have been seriously wrong for you to defy from that routine and lay in bed for hours, especially with abby home. you hated to leave her alone and always tried to find something spontaneous and fun for the two of you to do if time permitted.

he warily walked into the direction of your shared bedroom and slowly opened the door that was left ajar. the lights were off and if it wasn't for the glow of the hallway light, he wouldn't have been able to see your figure on the bed in the dimness of the afternoon darkness.

but there you were, laying on your side, facing away from the door. mike could tell you weren't sleeping by the way that you were scratching at the loose threads of the faded colored duvet.

"hey" he called out softly, nearing your spot on the bed where he then took a seat on the edge, softly placing a hand on your shoulder. "you okay?" he asked, trying to gauge your emotions. that quickly cleared up however when he heard a sniffle come from you, followed by a small hiccup. you were crying.

mike leaned over to look at your face and was met with wet eyes and puffy chapped lips. his eyebrows furrowed, "hey hey hey" he said softly, moving you so you were now laying on your back, looking up at the ceiling as you tried to will the tears away. you hated crying, and you knew mike hated to see you cry. "what's wrong? what happened?"

you closed your eyes and let out a deep breath, clearly trying to control yourself. "just...had a bad day." you sighed.

"well, talk to me about it." mike wasn't always the best at dealing with emotions, but he was good at comforting you and abby, always wanting you to open up to him, even if he had trouble doing the same sometimes.

you took in another deep breath and nodded, preparing yourself to tell mike about the worst day you'd had in a while.

"i fell off the front steps after you and abby left this morning. but it was okay" you started, "i laughed, realized i scraped by knees and had to change my pants but that was okay." mike nodded along and listened, rubbing your side as you spoke. "but then i got a flat tire on my way to work." you continued, sighing as you felt the emotions building up again. "that was fine, it took me a while to get it fixed but i mananged and that was taken care of with no problems. but i was late, and usually my boss would let that kind of thing slide, but we had some hire ups there to oversee us and when one of them called me out for not being "better prepared", instead of changing the subject or at the very least, defending me after everything i've done for him, he agreed! then she basically told him that i should either be fired or have my paycheck cut." you finished with a huff and let the fresh tears that had built up in your eyes fall down your face.

mike felt a pang of hurt in his chest as he heard you recount the unfortunate events of your day. you didn't deserve to go through all of that. "why didn't you call me?" he asked, brushing the tears away from your face and attempting to flatten the hairs that had become out of place.

your hands came up to cover your face as you let out a sob. "i forgot to charge my phone!" you cried, earning a soft aww honey from mike as he kissed your temple, allowing for you to let your feelings out. after a minute of you gasping for air through your cries and furiously wiping away tears that just kept coming, you started to relax. you sighed and turned your head to your partner.

"i'm sorry you had to see me like this, how was your day?" you asked, still sniffling. mike shook his head and scoffed a laugh, even in the middle of a breakdown, you still want to talk about him.

"no don't worry about me, it was fine." he said, "how can i help you?"

you shrugged, looking down and beginning to play with mikes fingers where his hand now rested on your stomach.

"come on" he insisted, "you always help me when i'm having a bad way and i want to help you now. do you want a snack? do you want to watch a movie, or go for a drive? anything you want, i'll do it for you."

you let out a small laugh at mike's dedication, causing him to squeeze your side. "i'm serious!"

you looked back up and into his eyes, cracking a small smile. "maybe a movie." you said quietly.

"okay, i can do that." mike spoke, starting to get up from his seat on the bed until he was stopped by your hand on his arm.

"but first can you just hold me for a bit. please?" mike looked down at you with a kind of softness that he ever only reserved for you.

"yeah, i can do that too."

the end ☆

#mike schmidt x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt fluff #kelly : mike thoughts 💭

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crheativity · 5 months

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Hello! Mind if I send in a request? How about some headcanons for the reader making cute little plushies for the overblot squad?

SUMMARY: You decide to make plushies for the overblot squad. How do they react?

WARNINGS: None that I am aware of!

COMMENTS: ANON I want you to know that this prompt randomly smacked me over the head at like 10 pm a couple nights ago and I have not been able to get it out since even though I haven’t been able to write until now. I hope you enjoy it!!

Part two - Prefect making the plushies clothes and accessories - can be found here. Part three - their reactions when the plushies are stolen - can be found here.

Riddle absolutely loves it, please don’t mistake his silence for displeasure. He thinks it is skilfully made and quite adorable, really! He’s just… a little concerned. Does making a plush toy of the Queen herself count as sacrilege…? He’s racking his brains for any rule or law that would prohibit this adorable little toy’s existence, yet none come to mind. Does that mean he gets to keep it…? He really hopes so.

After a few days of diligent research into the matter, he determines that keeping such a cute thing is not against the law, and is overjoyed to find that he gets to keep it. After some deliberation, he decides to leave it on his desk - out of view from Cater, who would almost certainly want to take some “cammable pics” for Magicam. This way, the toy can sit on his desk and remind him of his studies… and also of you. Almost every time he sits down, he finds his eyes wandering to it and can’t help but smile.

Heh, this is kinda cute. He doesn’t mind the plushy at first - it’s cute, but he finds the expression on your face as you give it to him much cuter. Of course he’ll keep it - it’s soft and squishy enough to be a pillow, so he’s eager to try it. Especially if it means skipping class.

As he attempts to fall asleep next to said plushy, however, he realises something - the plushy smells like you. He’s a beastman, with a heightened sense of smell. Even if the plushy doesn’t smell at all, it still smells of you. As a result of this realisation, the plushy now lives on his bed. He begins to find it frustrating to sleep without it, although he’d never be caught dead sleeping in the grounds with it. You’ll just have to replace it then instead.

(Ruggie has so many blackmail photos of Leona sleeping with the toy prepared just in case)

Prefect, this is magnificent! Imagine the money you could make off of these! Hm? What do you mean they aren’t for sale-? It’s just for him…? Oh. Give him a moment, his brain just crashed. He doesn’t quite know how to respond. He loves it, and he loves you even more, but that doesn’t mean his brain is capable of forming a response, especially when you give him a big smile. Give the poor guy a minute.

He leaves it on his bed. This man definitely cuddles it while he sleeps. He gets easily distressed when it isn’t there. After a rough day at work or school, he’ll talk quietly to the plush until he feels better. If worse comes to worst, he’ll hug the toy and cry as he needs to. He loves it so much. It’s almost a new friend to him - something he finds great comfort in.

(The Tweels are no longer allowed in his room. When they inevitably come in anyway, he swears them to secrecy.)

Is that the Sorcerer of the Sands… as a plushy? For him? Thank you, Prefect. Jamil doesn’t have a whole lot of plushies - he never particularly saw the point. But he’s absolutely charmed by this one — and by you. And the fact that it’s the Sorcerer of the Sands? You definitely knew him well. He’s smiling and shaking his head as he takes the plushy. You’re so cute, it’s so endearing.

At first, Jamil isn’t quite sure what to do with it. He can’t quite sleep if it’s on his bed - it reminds him of you too strongly - so he settles with leaving it on his desk. Occasionally, in his rare free time, he’ll sit at his desk and play with it, like a grown adult finding a lost but treasured toy again. It always reminds him of you. When life calls him back, he’ll set the plushy aside for now and get to work. It will be waiting for him.

Just like you, he hopes.

Prefect! He didn’t know you could sew. It looks amazing! It’s for him? You’re very sweet, he’s very in love. He loves the plush toy so much, no matter if it has any imperfections. It was made by you, of someone he looks up to, for him. He hates to sound like Rook, but to him, that makes it the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

He’s so proud of you. Vil is taking that plush EVERYWHERE. It’s always in his bag no matter where he’s going. Anytime someone questions it, he shuts them down immediately. No one will dare slander something that his beloved made for him. In fact, he uses every opportunity to sneak the plush into photos for Magicam. Whether he’s holding it, it’s nearby or in the background, it’s always there. People start looking for it in all of his pictures.

If you’re okay with the plush being online, that is.

If you’d rather it stay private, he’d kiss your forehead or hand and tell you he understands. The plush toy then stays in his room, on his vanity table. Looking at it makes him feel like a teenage schoolgirl. He supposes it’s alright to indulge in such silliness occasionally, hm?

Wow, you made him a marketable plushy? Of one of the Great Seven? He wasn’t expecting you to have such a normie hobby. Oh, but that’s not a bad thing. He’s extremely grateful, but extremely awkward - does this mean he has to get you something now? What kinda thing would you like? Ah, wait, was that not the appropriate thing to say? Ortho’s giving him the “shut up and be polite” look.

Please don’t be offended if it seems like he doesn’t like it when he receives it. He actually really, really does. He decides to make it his new “gaming buddy”, making him a little custom headset and fake controller and sitting it next to him while he games. He’s stunned to silence when the lil guy’s presence improves his gacha rolls by, like, a LOT. He was already taking pretty good care of it, but now he’s being WAY more careful with it.

Occasionally, Ortho will catch him talking to it. Idia genuinely loves the plushy - and you - a lot. Even if Idia doesn’t quite know how to show it, Ortho does - by recording Idia’s conversations with the toy and showing them to you. Idia is mortified.

Oh? My child of man made me this… adorable plushy? My, how generous of you. He’s absolutely in love. If you thought he was attached to his tamagotchi, just wait and see. Malleus is NEVER letting the plushy leave his presence. Lilia had to take it away to clean it once and it stormed for a week. He loves it so much - and you so much more.

He absolutely treats the plushy as a human, and asks the others to do the same. Occasionally, he (or rather, Lilia using his phone to assist him) will send you a photo of him and the plushy doing something together, such as having a tea party or a picnic. Almost always with the caption, “Dear Prefect, would you care to join us? Kind regards, Malleus.”

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

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breadbrobin · 5 months

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“doc”

luke castellan x reader — percy jackson and the olympians

[child of apollo reader, should be gender neutral]

i tried to write a summary but it sucked so: reader is a child of apollo and luke is always hanging around the infirmary with a new injury. you hate it (do you really?)

(this got so out of hand but im so obsessed with luke castellan rn it’s not even funny. like. help.)

warning: like one or two swear words, mentions of injuries and illness, fluff i think

word count: 1.2k

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you’d never been a fan of luke castellan. you knew it, he knew it—hell, everyone at camp knew it.

but a little unfriendliness never stopped him.

children of apollo were meant to be warm and kind all the time, but you’d rather die before being happy-go-lucky all the time like your siblings. you’d rather do your job: healing the campers who injured themselves throughout the days at camp. you’d also rather those campers not include luke castellan for once, but not all wishes can come true.

scarcely a day could pass by without luke coming into the infirmary, or coming up to you elsewhere in camp if you weren’t there, with a minor injury that he insisted needed healing immediately.

“i just don’t think i can continue kayaking with a sprained ankle, y/n.”

“what if it was your knees you skinned? wouldn’t you want to get them healed so you could get back to arts and crafts?”

“if my cut finger isn’t healed as soon as possible i’ll have to sit capture the flag out tomorrow! yes, i know it’s a paper cut. that’s not the point!”

he really was ridiculous.

either way, you had to heal him, technically. at your heart, you were a good person. on the surface, you wanted to punch him. give him something to really cry about.

“y/n, your boyfriend’s here again.” one of your sisters, cassidy, called out to you as you checked the stock of bandaids.

you rolled your eyes, not even bothering to correct her. “what this time?”

“i just have the worst headache, doc. it’s killing me.” luke said dramatically, holding his forehead. the small grin on his face didn’t support his statement at all.

you turned around, eyes wide and face serious, but trying not to smirk. “oh no, you might have meningitis! if it’s the worst headache of your life, we should get to you a hospital so they can do a spinal tap and run some tests.”

the grin on his face faltered as you pulled him to a seat. “uh—“

“lie down. don’t move. i’m going to get chiron.”

he gripped your arm. “no, wait, i think—“

“you’ll be fine?” you turned around with raised brows. “yeah, thought so. drink some water, castellan.”

“but—“

“what? you won’t be able to do sword fighting practise with a headache? big deal.”

“y/n—“

“you need to stop coming in here every time you get bored. we’re not an entertainment space.”

“but, i really do have a headache. like. a migraine.”

you stopped and turned back around, dropping the bandages you had been organising. “oh. shit, i’m sorry. hold on.”

cursing yourself internally, you rushed off to get nectar to hopefully help, along with some painkillers and a bottle of chilled water. when you came back, luke was lying on the bed, eyes closed.

“you okay, soldier?” you patted his shoulder gently.

he cracked one eye open and nodded. “kind of.”

you gently pulled him to sit up. “come on. gotta get some meds in you. eat any food today? drink enough water?”

he shook his head as he sipped the nectar, his eyes squinted. “got busy.”

you shot him a disapproving look and he smiled guiltily. “you need to eat or you’ll die. do you want to die?”

he looked up at you with furrowed brows. “you don’t have a very good bedside manner, you know?”

“then why do you keep coming back here?” you went back to organising bandages, busying your hands.

“i like my doctors prettier than they are kind, honestly.”

you froze your movements and looked over at him. luke was smiling slightly. your cheeks weren’t turning red, you told yourself. they weren’t allowed to. “whatever,” you finally said. “take your meds, drink all of that water—sip it, don’t chug—then get some sleep, alright?”

he nodded, taking a sip of the water. “yes, doc. got it.”

you nodded at him firmly and walked off once he’d taken the painkillers, hoping he couldn’t see right through you.

luke hadn’t been to the infirmary in a week, and you were genuinely starting to get concerned.

every free moment you got, you were staring at the door, or out the window, waiting for him to come in with some stupid injury and even more stupid excuse. but he didn’t.

after watching you pace for the seventh time in one morning, cassidy groaned. “just go find him.”

“i’m sure he’s fine.” you said, wringing your hands. “i mean, he’s probably just busy.”

“just go. you’re stressing me out. i can’t get anything done with you filling the room with your nervous energy. go find your boyfriend.”

“luke’s not my boyfriend.”

“i never said who it was.”

“well, it was pretty obvious—“

“just go!” she threw a bandage at your head, effectively forcing you out the door.

you didn’t even know where he was.

camp was huge, so it took you around twenty minutes to find him, he sun glaring into your eyes and likely burning your cheeks. regardless, you were on a mission. finally, you spotted him in the arena. of course.

you watched for a while until he noticed you, standing in the shade with your eyes squinted in the sun and your arms crossed over your chest. he grinned and jogged over.

“hey, doc. what brings you here?” he asked, sheathing his sword.

your eyes followed the precise movement. “why haven’t you been to the infirmary?”

he shrugged. “i haven’t been injured.”

“didn’t stop you before.”

there was a silence.

then he smiled again. “did you miss me?”

your cheeks burned. “no!” you cleared your through awkwardly. “i just… i get… bored. and you… keep the monotony away.”

“you missed me.”

“i did not miss you.”

he leaned closer, rocking back and forth on his feet. “you missed me.”

you glared up at him, but couldn’t fight the tiny smile that forced itself on your lips. you shook your head, pressing your lips together tightly. “nope. didn’t miss you.”

“well,” he shrugged. “guess i don’t need to tell you that i did actually just hurt my hand while training, huh?”

you frowned. “are you aware that consuming as much nectar and ambrosia as you seem to want to will cause you to burn to a crisp?”

“i don’t need godly food if i have you as my doctor.” he smiled cheekily, clenching his fist then wincing. “seriously, though. it hurts.”

“aw, poor baby.” you pouted, leaning forward and placing your hand on his and trying to feel if there was any injury present.

before you could do anything, his fingers had interlocked with yours and he was stepping closer to you.

you looked up at him, heart pounding and cheeks burning. “what are you—“

“i don’t know what we can do for a date around here, but i’d love to take you on one, doc.” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

you froze, heart fluttering. butterflies danced in your stomach. you found yourself nodding before you could stop yourself, smiling. “okay. yeah. take me on a date, soldier.”

“yeah?” he smiled, squeezing your hand. “great! i’ve been trying to work up the guts to ask you for weeks now. also, can i kiss you?”

“i’ve been trying to pretend i didn’t want you to ask me for weeks.” you said, stepping slightly closer to him. “also… yes.”

his free hand cupped your cheek and his lips pressed to yours, soft and sweet.

you wondered why you ever said you didn’t like him.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #charlie bushnell #pjo #pjo x reader #luke castellan x you

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roosterbox · 6 months

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Had this random thinky thought the other day.

Pre-S4 Steddie are dating. Have been for a decent amount of time. They haven’t told everyone, but a few people know (Robin, Dustin). The thing, though, is that Wayne doesn’t know. Oh, he knows that Eddie has a boyfriend. He’s seen Eddie’s eyes light up like stars when he starts talking about this boy. About how beautiful he is. About how strong he is. And, most often, about how kind he is. After the buildup he’s been given, Wayne is pretty positive there’s no way for this mystery boy to live up to Eddie’s description. Especially with how loveblind his nephew is. But if the way Eddie lights up at the mere thought of him is any indication, he must be something special.

“Invite him over for dinner sometime, son. I’m dyin’ to meet this guy.”

Eddie agrees. And plans are made. But for whatever reason, said plans fall through. And keep falling through.

But then.

The events of S4 happen.

Steve manages to save Eddie, like he should have done in canon (but I digress). They end up in the hospital, and someone gets in touch with Wayne, who shows up almost immediately. And who does he see at his unconscious (severely injured) nephew’s bedside but Steve fucking Harrington.

Now I’m not saying that Wayne assumes the absolute worst upon seeing ‘King Steve’ Harrington in that room (the worst being that Steve has something to do with Eddie’s condition), but he does make his assumptions based on what he knows and remembers about Steve’s parents (especially his dad). Said assumptions are… not great.

He basically kicks Steve out. And Steve just… goes. Robin tries to protest on his behalf, but Steve tells her it’s okay. “Eddie needs him now,” he says.

Eddie doesn’t wake up for several days. Any time Wayne isn’t with him, Steve sneaks in. And gets kicked out again when Wayne comes back. Wayne, for his part, is getting more and more exasperated with his dedication.

But then Eddie wakes up, finally. Wayne and Dustin are there when he does. The latter leaves to give Eddie and Wayne their privacy for a tearful reunion, but he also calls Steve. A little while later, Steve shows up. He and Wayne lock eyes, and Wayne bristles a bit. He’s straightening up, preparing to kick him out yet again, before Eddie turns. And his entire face lights up in a brilliant smile. His eyes sparkle like twin stars.

“Stevie!” He says, imbuing the name with more emotion than Wayne ever expected.

Steve almost trips over his own feet to get to Eddie’s bedside, where he takes Eddie’s hand in his, twining their fingers together. He looks like he might cry.

And Wayne suddenly understands everything.

He lets them talk for a moment. They’ve seemingly forgotten he’s even there. There are soft loving affirmations, sweet names, and maybe even a kiss or two, before he clears his throat. The boys spring apart (Steve springs, at least), but don’t let go of each other’s hands.

“I really wish we could have gotten to meet each other over dinner instead, boys,” he says, gruff as always.

Steve looks nervous, but Eddie’s just embarrassed.

“Uhm,” Steve starts.

Wayne gently cuts him off. “I think you and I might have gotten off on the wrong foot.” And that wrong foot is entirely on me, he thinks.

Eddie looks between the two of them, confused.

“That’s okay,” Steve is quick to say. “You were just-“

Wayne cuts him off again, moving to the other side of the bed, hand outstretched.

“Wayne Munson.”

Steve hesitates, exchanging a glance with Eddie (who’s still terribly confused), before taking Wayne’s hand with his free one, shaking it.

“Steve Harrington,” he says as if Wayne didn’t recognize him on sight a few days prior.

“It’s nice to meet you Steve.” Wayne smiles. “Nice to finally see for myself the kid who makes Eddie smile like that.”

There are further discussions to be had. Eddie is angry (and a little heartbroken) to discover what’s been going on while he slept (“YOU KICKED HIM OUT HOW MANY TIMES???”), but in the end, it all works out. Eddie’s name is cleared. He (and everyone else!) makes a full and complete recovery (plus a few gnarly scars). And Wayne finally, finally, gets to sit down to dinner with his nephew, and his nephew’s boyfriend.

#stranger things #steddie #wayne munson #wayne munson my beloved #Wayne is a saint #but he’s also a bit protective #Steve doesn’t hold it against him #he knows better than anyone the person he used to be #also pre s4 Steddie my beloved

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beforeimdeceased · 8 months

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hey bae! if you’re still taking requests could i please have something fluffy with mean! ellie and sensitive/soft! reader. it can be whatever u want, loving the pink theme btw 🎀⭐️!

CRYBABY! - (E.W)

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: you’ve had a seriously bad day, and now you’re stuck with the shittiest person you’ve ever met while you wait for your friends to get home.

a/n: thank u for acknowledging the theme! it took so long to put together 😭. also i really hope this fulfills your request. would you guys want a part 2 w/ smut this time?

“crybaby, crybaby. we need to cry. and if we do, i know that would be alright.” — edit

masterlist.

ellie fucking williams was an exceptional singer, guitarist, and had incredible stage presence. but more importantly: she was an asshole. a complete fucking dick, and not just the usual “too good for everyone” cocky. she was crude. she was vulgar and she knew exactly how to push people, you specifically. sometimes you thought that she walked around asking for a fight to prove herself to people. now, you think it’s so she can finally feel something. even if it’s a mind spinning jab at her face.

you did your best to stay away from her, despite you sharing friends; jesse and dina. you knew exactly how she was and you knew you couldn’t handle it. no matter how many times you tried to let her little remarks brush past you, you always found yourself wanting to go lower. and each time you were around her it got harder to bite your tongue.

today was a bad day. a shit day. one of your worst. you found fraudulent activity on your bank card, got hit with a frustratingly large and urgent bill, and your washing machine broke. all in the span of an hour. the customers at your job had been extra rude and to make matters worse, your manager yelled at you for a mistake you didn’t even make.

all you wanted to do was go over to dina & jesse’s and eat brownies while they treated you like the child they’d yet to have. dina rubbing your back and reassuring you that everything will be okay while jesse threatens to beat all your enemies bloody. you use the spare key you have to their apartment to messily trudge in, kicking your shoes off at the door and smiling as you open the fridge to find dina’s special 1,000 hour brownies.

“i keep telling her she should put weed in those.” echoes behind you, causing you to pause mid bite. there she is, leaning against the counter. eyes smudged with her signature stage eyeliner, sweat glistening on her skin, a tank top and her stage cargos sagging on her waist. gargling down a plastic water bottle that had definitely seen better days.

“where are dina and jesse?” you furrow your brows closing the fridge. you grab a napkin to place the brownie on, and move further back near the door away from her. just in case.

“they went to go grab some groceries, but they told me to stay here and wait for you.” she answers, finishing the bottle off.

fuck. how long were they going to be gone? you couldn’t imagine spending more than 2 minutes alone with this loose lipped devil. her eyes narrow as she looks you up and down before smiling. here she goes.

“bad day? cause it looks like it.”

“well it definitely isn’t going to get better with you around me.” you snap back.

“ouch. i’m hurt.” she laughs. deviously. a hand over her chest as she pushes off the counter to chuck the empty bottle into the trash can.

you move over to the living room, sitting yourself on the couch. maybe if you ignore her she’ll get bored and leave you alone? maybe she’ll get so bored she’ll actually leave. god, please get the fuck out of here.

she follows you though, sitting way too close for comfort and turning on the tv. you pull your phone out, immediately opening tumblr and mindlessly scrolling. hoping that dina and jesse will be home soon.

“d tells me you stopped showing up to gigs because of me. is that true?” she breaks the silence between you two. you shrug her off. “you’re not the easiest person to be around, williams.” you state.

“so what’s wrong with me? i’d love to hear it straight from the horses mouth.” she scoffs, scooting closer. when you attempt to ignore her she pulls your phone out of your hand. staring into your eyes with her very own. piercing through your soul for a response. “is it because i called you an idiot?”

“among other things, but it doesn’t surprise me that that’s all you remember.” you reach for your phone but she pulls it back. this causes you to pinch her, and she smacks your hand away still holding your phone back. “remind me then.”

you feel her taunting tone. her want— need to push at you. to push your buttons and boundaries until you break. it’s like a game to her, and you certainly weren’t in the mood for it today.

“can you give me my phone so i can find out when dina and jesse are coming home?” you sigh. her behavior reminded you of a customer you’d had earlier who’d treated you like garbage because you weren’t smiling. you felt tears welling up but pushed them down. you never cried in front of ellie. because of her, maybe, but never to her face. you’d never live it down.

“can you answer my question? so i can apologize or whatever. d is really on my ass about it.”

you scoff. “ofcourse you aren’t genuinely sorry. you probably don’t even remember all the fucked up shit you say and do to people. half of the time you ignore me and the other half you treat me like i’m a burden. do you remember when you guys had your first real show? i told the security i knew you and you pretended like i was a stranger.”

“jesse was sooo pissed you didn’t show up.” she laughs. “did he yell at you?”

“yeah. thought i was lying because you told him i was. called me a shit friend and a liar until i showed him proof. why am i the only one you treat like this?”

“you’re definitely not the—“ you reach for your phone again, but she’s quicker than you. pushing you away and laughing at your lockscreen, which was a picture you’d taken of yourself. one you felt incredibly confident in. all of that confidence was withering away slowly and you could guess it’d only been 10 minutes. “only one.”

“that’s so much worse. seriously, i don’t have time for this today. i’ll just go home.” you sniffle and fail to hide it. the tears were in the back of your throat and you felt like her personal rag doll all over again. what you’d finally gotten away from the last week was haunting you all over again. her taunting, her rudeness. she knew what she was doing and she didn’t even care.

“are you gonna cry? am i making you cry?”

you gulp, biting your lip to fight the shakiness in your voice. “just give it back.” is all you can muster up. her arm stretches up and as you reach for it she tucks it in her back pocket and sits on it.

you feel the tears begin to spill out of your eyes and you quickly turn around and lean into the couches arm. hands over your face as you pathetically attempt to calm yourself. you feel a hand on your shoulder and you push it away before realizing it’s ellie handing you back your phone.

it takes you a couple blinks, convinced the tears have obstructed your vision. the very same ellie who’d tripped you in front of a crowd of people last month, was being nice? her face has softened, genuine concern replacing the taunting gaze she previously had. she places a hand on your back and shushes you.

“i’m sorry. i’ve never made you cry before, i’m sorry.” she speaks softly. she almost seems…confused? is this what it takes to get her to realize that what she does actually fucking hurts you? for you to break down in front of her? for her to get a peek at the silent nights you’d spent sobbing over another one of her “jokes”? all this time?

you wipe your eyes and begin to laugh, which startles her and causes her to lean back. “you’re such an ass, ellie. god, you’re such a fucking dick.” you shake your head and breathe. she doesn’t respond, just stares at you with concern. brows furrowed as she concentrates on your body language. the way you’re leaning closer towards her.

“today was such a bad day.” you cry out in frustration, dipping your head into her lap. you just lay there, sobbing. she doesn’t move you, but instead rubs your back. shushing you. whispering that it’ll be okay, and you’d never admit it because it was coming from her, but you really needed it in that moment.

she pulled you in closer to her, turning you onto your side so she can rub her thumb across your cheek. wiping some of your tears away. you begin to cry even harder, but she doesn’t push you away. even when her pants are soaked and snotty. she lets you lay there, and cry into her.

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i-cant-sing · 6 months

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I can’t get this scenario out of my head with yan!batfamily in which Bruce worms his way into a depressed reader’s life by marrying their mother and slowly taking over the role of parenting reader while dealing with the depression.

No because Bruce would do that. In his head, its just another mission to "save Y/n" and sure, your mother isn't exactly his type, and your depression isn't exactly her fault- the poor woman just works day and night for you both to survive in this outrageous economy, she doesn't have had enough time to see you not doing so well mentally.

Bruce and his sons, by whatever sequence of events, are now infatuated with you. What started as concern for your well being has now turned into obsessive need to control your life to make it better. So, yeah... Bruce decides to marry your mom, who is more than happy to finally find a chivalrous, handsome man... who just happens to also be very rich.

Meanwhile, you hate him. It's stupid, but you hate how filthy rich he is and even though you know that he donates a lot to charities, you still hate him because Bruce thinks money can solve everything (and in your case, it almost can), but you can't help but feel insulted everytime he offers you a cheque, a wad of cash to pay off your bills and loans, or even a $20 bill to get yourself some snacks. It feels... abnormal. You're not a charity case.

Perhaps your socioeconomic status isn't the only reason you're depressed. Maybe it's just you missing your father (could be dead/murdered/suicide/just moved far far away).

The moment Bruce finds out that your dad is the reason why you're so depressed, oh it's "I WILL FATHER ANOTHER CHILD IN NEED OF PROFESSIONAL HELP" time. He's doubling down on his paternal instincts and he's just mentally smacking himself like "ofc you need a father figure in your life. Who better than me????"

And it just makes your skin crawl at how nonchalant Bruce is about all this- about incorporating himself into your and your mother's life. Treating you both, especially you like you're actually related. Like he's been around with you two his entire life. You lose your appetite when he stays for dinner, but you sit at the table for your mother. You try to make excuses when your mother tells you that you have to go with her at the Wayne Manor because "Bruce wants to spend a day with family". You can't help but look at your mother in wonder at how she is comfortable when you both pull up at the manor. You thought things would be easier if Bruce's sons were also uncomfortable or even hated you and your mother (or thought that your mom was a gold digger), but no, they're just as worse as Bruce. Dick being particularly the worst in the sense that he's more affectionate and his love language is physical touch, so you get squished to his chest everytime he sees you, with a small cry "my baby!" Sometimes, "sis" would be added.

You didn't like either nickname.

Then there's Jason, who is the most normal one of them all, perhaps because he isn't around much and when he is, he just makes small talk.

Tim doesn't talk much either, but he stares a lot. Somehow you feel like he knows something about you, at least more than he's letting on.

And lastly, there's Damian, that pompous little shit. You know he's being amicable for Bruce, but his eyes look at you like he's judging you- thinks you're beneath him. Which is true, in the sense of finance. Despite all of that, Damian still wants to show you off his interests/things around the manor. He's still being arrogant ofc, "Look at this oil painting- it's a Van Gogh original. Van Gogh is a famous painter- he's dead though. I'm sure you aren't familiar with his works. I can take you to the Gotham gallery to show you more paintings. Father owns it, so it can be just us two without other people bothering us." He's nice but also not nice. But at least he's not doing it intentionally.

Then there's Bruce. Who is always looking at you with a small smile, but his eyes are always analysing you, even when he's not looking at you directly, you know that he's watching your every move like a hawk. He tries spending time with you, often he succeeds, only because your mother makes you go. He's a good man, hasn't done anything exactly inappropriate, but... even something as small as making you walk on the inner side of the sidewalk so that you're safe from the cars... it doesn't sit right with you. Why is he being so paternal? You certainly have been rude to him on purpose. Always giving him one word answers when he asks you how your day was.

Then one day your mother returns home with a beaming smile.

"Bruce proposed to me! We're getting married!"

After only 3 months of dating? It's what you wanted to say, but you held it back when you saw how happy she was.

The next day, Bruce held a dinner at the manor to celebrate the engagement. Surprisingly, that was the first time you saw Damian looking mad at you and your mom.

It was a reasonable reaction. Acceptable to you, instead of the overly excited yell of Dick "WE'RE GOING TO BE SIBLINGS! That means we can have slumber parties and pillow fights and-"

Your mother and Bruce were shopping for the wedding, looking at dresses and venues and all the shenanigans while you were at the manor, moving your and your mom's stuff in with the boys. It was the last thing you wanted, but your mother.... she insisted on it. Or at least that's what she says, you know Bruce insisted.

Doesn't matter because by next year, you'd be moving away to college anyways.

You just need to put up with this for a little longer and see your mother finally be happy.

You didn't expect your mother to be dead a week before the wedding.

It was out of the blue. You were sitting in the library at the manor because Dick refused to let you be alone in your room all the time, so he was making you some cookies while you read. Then he and Bruce came together, their faces pale as they looked at you.

"Y/n... your mother, she... she got in an accident."

She was driving to some restaurant, wanted to get you your favourite fried chicken and spend some time with you alone. But on her way, a truck crashed right into her car.

She died on the spot.

Whatever little improvement you had on your mental health went straight down the drain. You locked yourself in your room and just cried quietly. They left you alone the first few days, but then Bruce and Dick tried to persuade you to come out, that they were concerned for you. You did come out the day the funeral was held. And it hurt you... it hurt you so deeply when you found out they were burying her at the Wayne cemetery.

She wasn't a fucking Wayne.

If you had any strength, if you had any energy at all, you would've taken your mother and buried her someplace else.

But you didn't.

When you returned inside the manor, you went straight to your mother's room, which was also Bruce's room but you didn't care if he saw you in there or not. You just started packing all of your mother's stuff, her clothes, her jewellery, her photos, everything she came here with, which wasn't much to begin with but still.

"Y/n?" You stiffened when Bruce called you, but you didn't pause on packing. "What are you doing? Looking for something?"

You sighed. Might as well get this over with.

You turnd around, not looking him in the eye.

"I'm moving out. And I'm taking mom's stuff with me. You can check, I'm not stealing anything that belongs to you."

Bruce looked at you in confusion. "Moving out? Where are you going?"

"College. I'll be going there soon anyways, so I'm moving to an apartment with some friends."

"Oh, but you don't need to move out. You can stay with us. Youre family-" you cut him off.

"Bruce, let's not." You finally look at him. "We're not family. I never was, I never wanted to be. Mom's gone now, and I have no reason or desire to be here. Thank you for letting me stay here for as long as you have, but I will be moving out by tomorrow, if not tonight." You said picking up your mother's bag of stuff and walking out of the room. Bruce followed you to your room.

"But I don't want you to move-"

You dropped the bags. "I don't care what you want!"

Bruce looked at you with his brows furrowed. He didn't get why you were acting like this. Your yelling had gotten the attention of the boys too, all looking in confusion at the bags.

"I don't want to be a part of this family. I never have, and I never will. I never liked you or anyone in this family. And if you're concerned about me speaking to the media about you guys, don't worry. If it helps you, you can make me sign an NDA!"

Damian narrowed his eyes at you. "Dont talk to father like-"

"Shut up!" You yelled harshly. You didn't care who you were hurting. Your mother was gone, you had no reason to be amicable to them anymore.

They left you alone that day, and by the next morning, you were ready to leave. At 6 am, you walked down to the main door, with your bags. You weren't expecting them all to be waiting for you, but here they were. You took a step towards the door, but Dick stopped you.

He cleared his throat. "Um, this is the NDA... if you'd just sign it here." He handed you the papers.

Unbelievable. They actually drew up a contract. You took the pen from his hand and signed at the dotted lines.

"Bye." You took another step, except Damian and Tim blocked your path.

"What now?"

"Where are you going?" Tim asked.

"Do we have to go over this again?" You grumbled. "College." You answered.

"You can't." Damian said smugly. What's he smirking for?

"You're gonna break my legs?" You scoffed.

"No, you just signed a document saying that you're a part of this family, and Bruce Wayne is your guardian and has authority over all decisions concerning you like going to college, or even... going out of the house." Damian replied.

You looked at Bruce, because there's no way Damian is being serious. But there were no signs of joking. You looked at Dick, at Jason-

They were all dead serious.

"You cant- you can't be- you can't keep me here." You said.

"You signed the documents. It's your fault for not reading them." Tim said.

"Bruce-"

"I really do believe that it'd be better for you to stay here." Bruce said, taking ahold of your shoulders. "At least until you're doing better mentally."

"I'm fine-"

"I don't think so. And I could even take you to a psychiatrist, they'd agree with me." Bruce cupped your cheek as you flinched away. "You'd be happy here. I promise you that, you'll be safe and happy with us."

You'd try fighting, but you already knew you were outnumbered.

Besides, even if you weren't, even if you were alone with the smallest one of them, you still wouldn't be able to leave. You have no idea what Damian is capable of.

After all, he's the one who had your mother killed.

#yandere batfamily #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #yandere batman #yandere batboys #yandere bruce wayne #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere tim drake #yandere jason todd

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evilminji · 3 months

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You know what I would kill to see?

Nedzu, in the Zone.

He IS a registered Hero, after all. He probably gets calls for missions. Failing that, he's still legal allowed to intervene. Like, say, if some poor four year old were losing their shit? Got separated from their mommy, their headache, which has been getting Ochier ALL DAY has finally gotten Really REALLY bad... and they... they just CAN'T! So they melt down.

Whoops. Four year old with portals.

In a crowd.

Luckily he, Mr. Principle, is a "cute" looking sort of Hero. And as an educator, well trained in de-escala-*CRASH!* Some jackass glory chasing young thing, with no care for innocent lives around them, smashes onto the scene. Terrifying the poor child. Which obviously makes their non-existent control WORSE.

Starts throwing the word "villian" around.

Nedzu is going to EAT his license in front of him.

The poor thing is hyperventilating, crying, clinging desperately to Nedzus suit. Things are being flung from portals. Sucked into portals. He's seen no less then 53 SEPERATE dimensions on the other side of those rifts. At least two were to the open void of space.

He narrowly dodges a portal straight into the heart of a volcano. Can feel the blistering heat singe his fur. Alumni from HIS school, at least, have arrived to actually SAVE people. Get the crowd away from the danger zone.

And to think, all he wanted was some tea.

How this MORON doesn't recognize him, he has no idea. His graduates are actively SHOUTING his identity, for heavens sake. Yet the glory hound continues to chase his so called "villians" at the expense of everyone around him.

He's about to throw the boy to a near by police officer, to get to safety, when the worst occurs. The tract of land he was about to push off of disappears beneath them. The boy's mother screams. He activates High Specs, world slowing as his mind rushs. Twisting, he throws the boy high.

The portal closes before he can see if it is Eraserhead or Cementoss who will be the one to catch him. The odds were 68.3% in Eraserhead's favor. He hopes... Aizawa, does so take these things quite hard, he hope he will not blame himself.

There was no way to catch him in time.

He was already gone.

Gravity arrests, slowing to a drifting meander. The air thick with something the burns his sensitive nose. Green. Everything is a very peculiar green. This is not a planets or if it is, it is countless times larger then Earth. A gas giant of some sort? There does not appear to be a horizon.

In the distance, an almost stereotypical spaceship changes destinations. Now aiming right for him. It seems aid might be on the way. With nothing better to do, he waits. They slow to a stop, a hatch opens, and... oh? A young Hero student! Hello there young man! I am Mr. Principle of the illustrious UA!

And just? Danny? Trying to return this small furry alien guy back to his alien hero school? Getting the run around and "hmmmm, let me look that uuuup *takes forever* yeeeeah, soooorry. You're in the wrong department. You'll have to fly like three days to this OTHER department, fill out 260 forms, and dance for our amusement. Byeeeee~"

Like? He just wants to get this guy HOME! Why are you all LIKE THIS!?

All while Nedzu is " :) My, this is FASCINATING. I am learning new things, battling wits, learning new languages, AND guiding a promising young mind towards a future of Better Heroics? Delightful! This is practically a vacation!"

He even stops by the Fentons for dinner. Some fudge. A little light destruction of Goverment branches on the side. Just? A Grand ol adventure of Nedzu.

Danny suffers through bureaucratic hell. But Nedzu? The most mentally stimulated he's been in years. His crops are watered and his fur is groomed. Thriving! New toys!

Then?? He just... shows back up to work.

How did he return? Where has he been?? Who is this glowing green Hero Child groaning face down on his very expensive carpet? *sips tea* wouldn't YOU like to know, weather boy! *maniacal Nedzu laughter*

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @lolottes @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @hypewinter @spidori

#dp x bnha #dp x mha #minji's writing #nedzus adventure au

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writingbyshiloh · 8 months

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Third Time's the Charm

Request: Hii,if your request are still open can i request something for Gen V?Can you write something where Jordan and fem reader are childhood best friends and Jordan had always been in love with her but they feel insecure because they don’t know if reader will like them in both forms romantically?So when,in ep 3,Jordan dad goes like “Y/n and Jordan will be husband and wife” reader goes “Maybe we will be wife and wife”because she loves Jordan just like they are?

AN: Reader wants to be the first supe president (just to explain why they’re at the gala), I changed the timeline of the ep a tiny bit. I have another request about meeting Jordan's parents but that one might be more angsty.

CW: fem!reader, kissing, no beta, Jordan's parents are just their warning. The start is all flashbacks so I may have slipped on the tense a few times, no beta

WC: 2.0K

Jordan Li was your first kiss. Twice. The first time was in kindergarten, when they tried to kiss you and you smacked them with your Queen Mauve lunch box. Your second first kiss (the one you consider your actual first kiss) was done by you while playing truth or dare at 14. After picking a dare, you were asked to kiss the best-looking guy in the group. You shrugged and picked your best friend - Jordan.

At age six, they were there when you broke your ankle trying to see if you could fly (you couldn’t). When you did get powers, they were the first person you told.

When Jordan came out to you as bigender, you did an internet deep-dive, trying to understand as much as possible.

Jordan listened to every interaction you had with your high school crush while quietly dying inside, wanting you to be happy. When your high school boyfriend cheated on you and then dumped you for the girl he cheated with, Jordan was there, ready to sink hours into their Xbox to keep you distracted.

The worst week of your life was when you didn't speak to Jordan for 9 whole days. You got into a petty argument where you called them self-absorbed and they called you clingy. The fight snowballed into yelling arguments and ended with you receiving a cold shoulder from Jordan.

When Jordan got their wisdom teeth removed, you camped out in their room, snuggled under their duvet with them to watch Property Brothers for two days straight. You even made sure they took their painkillers on time and used ice packs.

Every fight with their parents, you were outside in your car ready to pick up Jordan to stay with you. Once you showed up at their house at 6:03 am, eyes blurry with sleep and still in pyjamas. Jordan was crying, bob haircut looked messy from sleep. You drove them to Vought-A-Burger, still half asleep and ate greasy breakfast sandwiches in your car until Jordan stopped crying.

Jordan was even your date to prom, taking photos with you in their masculine form to get their parents off their back. Once their parents were happy, you snuck them back to yours, where you stashed their prom dress.

You both even applied to God U together. Too nervous to check your acceptance, Jordan checked yours and you checked theirs. Sitting across from each other on your bed you both log in before giving the laptops to each other.

“Okay, three, two, one…” you counted down, opening Jordan’s laptop. Your eyes scanned for any promising words like congratulations, or welcome. "Accepted" was the first word your eyes caught but you need to fuck with them.

“Jord… I’m so sorry.” You start. Their face falls, and you feel like a dick for doing this. But the opportunity is too good to pass up. “That you believed me! Because you got in!”

They lunged across your bed to see what the screen says. You saw Jordan's eyes scan the same letter you just read, picking out the same words.

“You’re such an asshole!” they told you, rolling their eyes, gently hitting your arm with the back of their hand

You’ve never been shy about showering Jordan with compliments. Saved in screenshots never to see the light of day, Jordan has kept some of them.

You: OMG!!! Jordan you’re so pretty. I’m so lucky to call you my friend.

You: You’re so handsome!!! I love your hair slicked back! If she doesn’t agree you need to drop her.

You: ur a solid 9/10. Lost a point for not giving me a sip of your drink yesterday lol

Jordan Li has been in love with you since age 16. Probably earlier, if they want to admit that to themselves. You’ve only ever expressed interest in men so they kept their feelings to themselves, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, figuring it was better to have you as a friend only than not at all.

In your first year, you were even roommates. While Jordan flourished in crim, you bounced between majors before settling into politics.

Every time you brought some frat guy to your shared dorm, Jordan died inside. Trying to get over their long-standing crush, Jordan did the same.

When Jordan made number 2 on the top five, you celebrate with them. Maybe a bit too hard that night.

You were there when their ranking dropped after the death of Brink. A man you only met twice, but you would do anything for Jordan. Especially given how hard you fell for both versions of them last year.

“I’m going to try to tag team with your dad, get some points for you and keep him engaged, yeah?” You ask over your shocker. Jordan is behind you, ready to help with zipper duty for your dress.

“You don’t have to.”

You let out a small scoff. “Dude. I’m doing poli supe. Schmoozing with rich people is like half our courses. Zip me up please.”

“How long have you known Jordan? You seem to be a good couple.” The man you and Jordan's dad suckered into a conversation asks. He's sitting beside Jordan's parents, while you and Jordan are on the edge of some fancy pit or table.

“Well, these two have known each other pretty well over the years. Jordan tried to kiss her when they were kids, and she hit him with her Black Noir lunch box.”

“It was a Queen Mauve lunch box, actually.” You say with a laugh.

“And she called him ‘Jojo’ for probably the next two years out of spite.” Kayla laughs. It's a special embarrassment when your parents tell stories about your childhood. All the stories are about you but it's been so long ago you can’t remember any of it. Jordan looks worse off, slouchy posture against the banister, while you sit next to him. Part of you wants to tell him to sit up straight, but you figure you can play the grief angle better this way.

“Oh, and remember when Jordan got his wisdom teeth out? You guys were inseparable. I think I still have the photo of you two passed out watching TV!” Kayla gushes, reaching for her phone to find the photo.

“We all thought you two would be president and First Gentleman.” Dad insists. Your smile is fake and tight, knowing if Paul pulls out prom photos, you would have to quietly fling yourself out of a window.

Maybe you drank a bit too much liquid courage. Maybe the tension between them and their parents was getting to you. To give Jordan some space, you took their parents for a tour of your classes, knowing they’ll be talking to your family when they go back to Rochester.

Jordan shifting doesn’t even cause you to raise an eyebrow, the subtle sound just blurs into the background.

“Or president and First Lady.” You blurt out, four pairs of eyes darting towards you. “First supes in the Whitehouse? It would be political dynamite.”

“You like this version of Jordan?” Dad asks with bewilderment.

“Of course. I like Jordan because of how smart and driven they are. I like Jordan because of their weird sense of humour. It doesn’t matter what they look like.” you say, trying to prove it to their parents, but also to them. You’ve picked up on their crush many times, too kind to say something that would embarrass them or hurt them. It’s only recently how much you found yourself staring at fem Jordan and wanting to kiss her too.

“I’m going to go and mingle some more.” says the man, Brad or Rob maybe. You forgot his name right after you met him. His words are like a bucket of cold water was dumped over you. You don’t confess your feelings to Jordan just to Jordan, but in front of their judgy parents, and a possible donner. You need to go.

You stand and straighten out your dress.

“I’m going to go too. Other donors to talk to. Go Jordan!" You finish with an awkward laugh and even more cringy go team! gesture by yourself.

You didn't lie to Jordan and their parents. You did go and talk to other donors but it twists your stomach every time you bring up how amazing their grades are, or how skillful they are at fighting. After donor number three gives you an answer that technically was “we’ll see” but heavily implied to be "yes for Jordan” you went to hide in the bathroom. You have enough battery left on your V-phone to keep it going for most of the night. Tomorrow you can talk to Jordan and hope you don’t fuck it all up.

You barely look up when the door opens, already have done too much for the day to care who it is.

‘Hey, can we talk?” You snap to attention at the voice. Of course, you know that voice. It's Jordan, still feminine presenting.

“Fuck, Jord, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have spring that on you. I promise I’ll just go back and try to get you some votes, you’re going through a lot.” You say, in a rush to get the words out, desperate not to fuck up you’re friendship. The rim of the sink is hard against your back but you can’t help but shrink into it.

“Did you mean it?” They ask, still keeping a distance from you.

“Yeah, of course, I don’t want to ruin this friendship.”

“No, what you said in front of my parents.”

Oh right. Your confession. Fuck. It's already out there, might as well keep it going.

“I may, uh-” you curse yourself for leaving your drink outside the bathroom, wanting something in your hands to stall. “-have a crush. On you. My best friend.” You twist your hands together, wishing Jordan didn’t look so pretty. If your heart beats any faster you may go into cardiac arrest.

It's Jordan that indicates your third first kiss. It's gentle, and fast, like the second one. She pulls back quickly, but you run your fingers through her hair and pull her closer. The intensity from the first first kiss is still there, only this time you both share it. Her hand smooths up to your face, thumb stroking your cheek in a silent invitation to open your mouth. You comply, and tilt your head into her palm. Her tongue sweeps into your mouth and you can taste the champagne they were drinking.

The sound of the door opening makes you both jump.

“Stall?” You ask, voice low and hushed. You squirm out from where she has you between the sink and her. You push the door open to the nicest-looking stall, desperate to keep kissing Jordan. They follow your lead eagerly, one hand wrapped around your shoulder to keep you near.

Dipping their head, they softly kiss your jaw before moving onto your neck. You silently thank the other two women arguing in the bathroom so that your gasp goes unnoticed. Giving Jordan's hair a small tug, you pull them back up to you. The shit-eating grin they flash you makes you want to almost get caught again.

Your free hand moves to their waist, trying to get as close to them as physically possible.

You pull back slightly, wanting so desperately to get lost in the moment, but the commotion in the other stall is distracting. Plus you’re nosey.

Jordan frowns when you pull away, eyes scanning your face for something they did wrong. You shake your head and tip it over to the stall.

“The fuck?” They mouth to you, hand still around your shoulder.

You gently push Jordan against the door to give yourself space to squat down. You see two pairs of feet in the stall across the wall. You hear the voices quiet down, before the sound of someone peeing. You frown slightly, weird fetish to do at a memorial gala but you hear rumours about students into more fucked up shit.

“We should get outta here.” You whisper to Jordan.

“Weird place for our third first kiss.” Jordan whispers back. You reach around them to unlock the stall door. Third first kiss. You replay the words in your head, a warm feeling blooming in your chest.

You gently push them out of the stall, trying to keep your laughs quiet as you both scurry past the other couple in the stall.

#I read it once for spelling and flow then released it to the world #jordan li x reader #jordan li x y/n #jordan li imagine #gen v x reader #gen v x y/n #gen v imagine #whew this got out of hand #time to talk about jordan

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I Want To Love You Slowly

18+MDNI

Pairing ✩࿐ Fem!Reader X Toge Inumaki

WARNINGS ✩࿐Fem!Reader receiving and giving oral, face sitting, cursed speech used during sex, vaginal sex, a little bit of cock warming

Word count ✩࿐8.1K

Summary ✩࿐SPOILER WARNING IF YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED THE SHIBUYA ARC Fem!Reader and Inumaki have an unspoken love for each other before the Shibuya incident. After he loses his left arm she helps take care of him, which leads their friendship into something more romantic.

BONUS ✩࿐build-up, hurt/comfort, angst, suggestive scenarios, A slightly Perverted!Inumaki, sex during a thunderstorm, slow fucking, he takes your shorts off with his mouth

A/N ✩࿐I’ve been fantasizing about this fic for MONTHS before I finally decided to write it up and bring it to life. I have a feeling a ton of you Inumaki simps will enjoy this one! I dedicate the song Night Vision by Mareux. I listened to it on repeat while daydreaming/writing the spicy parts. 🤪🌶️ If you’re only here for the smut scene then scroll halfway through the fic. I wanted to have some build-up before they did the deed. Plus, it was cute writing the different scenarios of the reader taking care of our cutie patootie Inumaki.💜

You were with Inumaki when he lost his left arm.

In a flash of bright red light, Toge’s arm was incinerated right before your eyes. He was in the middle of fighting a transfigured human. The creature took the opportunity and bit down on Toge’s right arm. It brutally mangled his limb while it flung him across the ground. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and you flung yourself toward the curse and eliminated it swiftly with your duel swords.

You ran over to Inumaki as he lay there spitting up blood, a silent scream tried to come from his lips, but no sound came out. His violet eyes spilled with tears, as blood made his black uniform look damp and heavy. You propped him up in your lap while you wailed out in horror. Your hands immediately turned scarlet and you felt as if you were about to hyperventilate. You shakily dialed for help and ripped off your jacket to tie around his bloody bicep. You held him close to you and cried for him shamelessly.

Due to the blood loss, he immediately fell out of consciousness. Panda carried his lifeless body to the car while you struggled to catch up. Fat tears burned your cheeks as they rolled down your face. Your throat ached and it felt tight, as if you couldn’t come up with anything to say. You remember the other sorcerers looking for his arm in the debris, but his limb was gone. You were too traumatized to have those words come out. You couldn’t stop crying and struggled to see clearly. Bright white, yellow, and red streaks were all you could make out when you looked out the car window on the way to Jujutsu High. You feared the worst and made sure to be glued to his side. Despite his body being soaked in hot blood, his face felt cool to the touch and his breath was faint. All you could do was clutch onto his shirt tightly, just so he knew that you were with him.

Unfortunately, as talented as those doctors were, there was nothing they could do to replace his left arm. His right arm was still intact but was wrapped heavily in bandages. No bones were broken in his right arm, but stitches were necessary.

Inumaki was alive and that was all that mattered. You refused to leave the hospital and slept on the couch beside his bed. Three days later, you were greeted by a conscious Toge with a weak smile on his face. You sprung off the couch and held him tight. Uncontrollable tears fell from your eyes.

This was your first hug with him and you made sure to remember it. Even though he wasn’t able to hug you back, he rested his head on your shoulder. The two of you were inseparable before the incident, and you had developed a strong love towards him. Even though the two of you never made it official, you sensed that he had felt the same way. You had a feeling that he would ask you to be his girlfriend in the most precious way.

Being his girlfriend didn’t matter at the moment. “I’m so happy that you’re alive.” You choked from your tears quietly.

“Mentaiko.” He groaned, as his body shook softly. Small tears of relief escaped from his shimmering purple eyes and onto your shoulder. You were the first person he thought of when he woke up. Inumaki was afraid that your fate was worse than his. He didn’t remember what happened after his arm was incinerated, but he did remember the haunting screams you made in horror at his demise. As soon as he saw you sleeping soundly and unharmed on the couch beside him, that made him realize how much he cared for you.

“Oh sorry, you’re probably still hurting.” You tentatively removed yourself from Toge and wiped the tears from your eyes.

Inumaki’s heart hurt. He wished that he could hug you back. He wished that he could’ve wiped your tears away, but he couldn’t. His right arm was in excruciating pain and where his left arm used to be, felt just as bad. “Okaka.” He hissed in disagreement and rested his torso against yours, asking for another hug. He didn’t care about the pain, he was happy you were here and he was grateful nothing bad happened to you.

You held him softly for a second time. You ran your fingers through his soft platinum hair in a soothing manner. The sunshine from parting clouds entered the hospital room window in comforting beams of light, nothing else mattered around you two.

Sadly, your embrace was cut short when the doctor entered the room. You pulled away from each other unwillingly and you sat yourself back down on the couch respectfully. As the doctor addressed Inumaki, you couldn't help but notice Toge’s quick and sneaky glances in your direction.

Inumaki’s stay in the hospital wasn’t a long one and he was discharged a day after he woke up. He wasn’t able to write or tell the staff how he felt, but he was able to use the fingers on his right hand to text. The doctor recommended that you stay with him for the next few days while his right arm recovers. Toge wasn’t a fan of being babied, but he was secretly excited to spend more time with you.

He messaged you about the things he’ll probably need help with. Doing household chores, cooking, eating, getting dressed, and other basic tasks. He also gave you a good list of shows and movies he wanted to watch with you. You too, were looking forward to your prolonged stay with Toge. You only been to his dorm a few times and that was with your other friends. This time the two of you would be alone and the thought of that made your heart skip a beat.

You brought Inumaki to your dorm while you packed your things for the few-day stay. He sat down on the edge of your bed patiently and admired your cutely decorated bedroom. You packed your bathroom products and hastily shoved your socks and underwear into the bag. You made sure to keep your back facing Toge so he couldn’t catch a glimpse of your skimpy undergarments.

Once you were all packed, the two of you walked to his dorm.

You unlocked the door and held it open for him, you entered behind him. You respectfully took off your shoes and realized that he would probably need help with his. While you were still squatting down you looked up at him. “Here, let me help you take these off.”

His cheeks turned a faint pink. “Shake.”

Your dainty fingers undid the laces on his white shoes and he carefully stepped out of them. You stood back up, unknowing that you were standing extra close to him.

“Umm, are you hungry? Want me to order delivery? Or should I cook something?” You asked bashfully while admiring the deep purple color in his eyes.

Inumaki reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone, he quickly typed up a response one-handed:

You can order whatever you want. I need help starting a shower.

You nodded in understanding and Toge beckoned you with his eyes to follow him into his bedroom. His dorm was set up similar to yours; with a kitchen and living area where you walk in, and a bedroom in the back with an attached bathroom.

His room was exceptionally neat, with a few school books on his desk. The comforter on his queen bed is a soft sage green. You followed him into the bathroom and knelt by the edge of the tub. You adjusted the water to a comfortable temperature and started the shower. You brought your attention back to Inumaki.

“Do you need help undressing?” You asked mousily, while a small blush danced across your cheeks.

Toge nodded and his fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt. You got the hint and gingerly pulled it up and over his nub of a left arm. As you lifted his shirt higher and over his head, you took a sneaky glance at his lean physique. His porcelain skin contrasted against the tan bandages wrapped around him. You lastly brought the shirt down and over his arm, you knew that it was painful for him to bend it, so you took your utmost caution.

“Do you need help with your pants too?” You asked nervously, you could feel your heart thumping against your ribcage.

Inumaki shook his head, with a flushed expression on his angelic face. To tell you the truth, he needed help, but he worried that such a bold gesture would get his lower region excited. He didn’t want to risk the embarrassment.

“Okay, I understand.” You smiled reassuringly. “I’ll go ahead and order us something yummy to eat. If you need anything just text me.”

He nodded and you left him to it.

You decided to order rice balls from a newer restaurant, you heard everyone raving about. You sat at the island in the kitchen while you watched videos on your phone. You sent a few of the funny videos to Toge, knowing that he'd appreciate them. You didn’t want to eat without him and soon enough you got a text from Inumaki:

Can you help me with my bandages and put lotion on?

You obediently went to his bedroom and knocked on the door before entering. You were greeted to see a shirtless Toge with black shorts on. You smiled at him briefly, but your eyes couldn’t help but wander down his torso. The blue veins on his lower region crept down into his shorts. You feared that Inumaki may have seen your curious gaze and you quickly averted your eyes over to the roll of cursed seal bandage on the counter.

The doctor showed you how to wrap his wounds and you swiftly got to work. First, you applied the healing ointment to the base of his left arm. His nub was an angry red color with deep stitches keeping his skin closed. You were extremely cautious and touched him as if you were handling a butterfly. You then applied the same ointment to his mangled right arm. He had stitches go down the length of his arm entirely, you knew that they would scar once he was healed. All while you rubbed the ointment on Inumaki, you could feel his burning eyes on you. You couldn’t help but notice how delightful he smelt too, like birch wood mixed with fresh mint.

Before you put the bandage on, you decided to lotion him up. You squirted his lotion onto your hands and started with his neck. His skin was warm and soft under your fingertips, you eased the lotion to the back of his neck and across narrow shoulders. Your hands worked in sync, you made sure to rub it in efficiently before moving your hands lower. You swept your hands over his collarbones and then to his chest. You curiously glanced up at Toge while doing your task, but immediately felt insecurity creep in and darted your eyes away shyly. The two of you were standing too close, you could practically feel the heat emitting off his shirtless torso.

Inumaki watched you bashfully look down after eyeing him briefly. Being this close to you made him realize how alluring your features were, damn why did you have to be so gorgeous? The way your nimble hands glided over his chest and then to his upper back stirred something in him. He could easily lean down and kiss you right now, should he? The thought made him feel nervous all of a sudden, he’s never kissed a girl before though. But this seemed like the prime opportunity to do something at least! Toge felt that this would be an appropriate way to show his appreciation for you, actions speak louder than words. And for him, he wasn’t able to convey any words at all.

You pulled away from Inumaki to get a second serving of lotion on your hands. Then you began to rub it across his toned abs, you were able to feel his well-defined muscles underneath your fingertips. Without meaning to, your hands skimmed over the v-shaped valley that dipped into his shorts. You heard him breathe in sharply in response to your wandering hands. You quickly removed them and slid your hands onto his bony hips and then to his lower back. As you swept them across his back, you admired the feeling of his skin. He was so smooth almost delicate, but Toge was far from fragile, he was so much stronger than you. When it came to his physical prowess, he’s the most agile person you’ve met. His kindhearted personality always made you feel comfortable around him. In given time, you knew that he’d be able to get past his injuries.

You then squatted down, taking the bottle of lotion with you. You rubbed his knees and then worked your way to his ankles. You only lotioned the part of his skin that was showing, your cheeks heated up and you cast your gaze downward while you caressed his slender legs. Despite the lack of fat on his legs, they were in shape, just like a runner's legs. Which didn’t surprise you, he’s one of the fastest guys in your class.

Once you finished lotioning, you immediately started wrapping the roll of bandage around his left nub of an arm. Then you guided it across his upper chest and around his right arm. You neatly tucked and tied the tail of the bandage off at his wrist. Before you could pull away Inumaki took a step closer to you so now you were two inches away from each other. You looked up at him with a concerned look on your face, only to feel his soft lips press against your forehead lovingly.

His sweet gesture left you breathless, and shivers of excitement darted across your body. Inumaki pulled away with a small smile, which caused the cursed marks on his cheeks to rise cutely. You leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek to return the favor. Now the both of you were smiling like fools.

“We should eat the food before it gets cold.” You teased while leading him out of the bathroom. “I’ll go grab it from the kitchen.” You beamed excitedly over at Toge, who just eyed you happily.

You quickly retrieved the food and when you came back to the bedroom, you found Toge sitting on the edge of his bed with the Roku remote in his right hand. His eyes lit up when he saw you enter.

“I got some rice balls from that new place.” You chimed while setting the food beside him.

As soon as you took the clear plastic lid off the food, its delicious smell made itself known to you both. Toge quickly put on a light-hearted kid's movie.

“Aww I like this movie too, I haven’t seen it since I was like twelve.” You sighed nostalgically.

“Shake-shake.” Inumaki agreed while giving you a charming smile. He must’ve watched it when he was young too.

You picked up the most appetizing rice ball and guided it over to Toge’s mouth. He opened up shyly while maintaining his violet-colored gaze on you. He took a nice and neat little bite from the food and pulled away to chew. You took a bite from the same rice ball that he bit down, its scrumptious taste made your mouth water.

Inumaki watched as you took a dainty bite from the same rice ball, the fact that you willingly ate from the same piece of food made him feel all flustered. That's kind of like an indirect kiss, which means if he kissed you on the lips, you’d probably accept.

You brought the same rice ball back to his mouth when you noticed that his chewing had stopped. He took another bite, this time it was a bit bigger than the last one. You then took a bite shortly after and you continued to feed him until the both of you were content.

After the delicious meal the both of you shared, you decided to take a relaxing shower. While you were in his bathroom, Inumaki couldn’t help but think of the sly glances he took at you while you ate. You were too precious; the way you’d chew politely, and if a grain of rice fell onto your lip, your slim finger would quickly guide it onto your pink tongue.

Fuck, why did his mind have to be so perverted? He nearly lost it earlier, when you bent down to untie his damn shoes. Or even when you helped him put lotion on. He’d never force himself on you, you were much too innocent and special. It was just hard to make the first move since he couldn’t ask you for your permission… That’s why he played it safe with a forehead kiss, but if things were to progress, he secretly hoped that you’d be the one to take the lead.

Once you were finished with your shower you lotioned up your body, brushed your teeth, and dug in your bag for your pajamas. Shit, you were too distracted while having Inumaki in your room, that you forgot to pack sleep shirts. At least you packed some comfortable shorts though.

“Toge,” You popped your head out from his bathroom and made eye contact with Inumaki who lay on his bed casually. “I forgot my sleep shirts, could I wear something of yours?”

Toge nodded and got up to his dresser, he obviously couldn’t open it, so he turned and looked at you for assistance.

You got the hint and walked over to him. Seeing you in just a towel, caused a flash of surprise to fly over his face. In your right little fist, you shyly clutched your towel firmly.

With your free hand, you reached for the top dresser drawer. You opened it as Inumaki said “Okaka.” You were greeted by the pleasant sight of Toge’s boxers. They came in plenty of fun colors. Mortification swept over you and you quickly slammed it shut before you could get a good look at them.

Inumaki blushed heavily and stared down at the floor with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, are the shirts in the second drawer?” You bent your head down in shame.

“Shake,” Toge whispered in response while looking over at the TV for a desperate way to distract himself.

You reached for the second dresser drawer. You pulled it open to reveal nicely folded t-shirts. The depressing thought of, Oh I bet he folded these before he lost his left arm… crossed your mind. They ranged from neutral colors to a few bright and eye-catching colors. You flashed back, remembering seeing Inumaki wearing some of these t-shirts during sparring practice.

You felt drawn to wear one of his black shirts, it seemed to be the softest with small white cursive writing on its front left pocket. You turned heel and made your way back to the bathroom. You felt like an idiot for hastily opening his undergarment drawer like that.

To your surprise, he had cut out the armholes on this shirt. Making your sides a little noticeable. If you moved your arms you were able to see your black bra wrapped around your ribs. Normally, you sleep nude, but since you are sleeping over with Inumaki. You felt it would be appropriate to sleep with a bra on. You were fortunate enough to not forget your shorts, so you felt like you could get away without wearing panties tonight.

You popped your head out of the bathroom a second time. “Want me to brush your teeth?” It was a feeble attempt to forget about your humiliating encounter earlier.

Toge nodded and slowly got off the bed. It was kind of pitiful watching him maneuver since his right arm was too injured to use. You stepped over close to his sink so he could enter the bathroom with you. He sat down on the toilet and watched as you prepared his toothbrush.

You brought the brush over to his mouth, he moved his lips away from his teeth, to reveal his pearly whites. You gently brushed the outside of his teeth, and when he felt that you did an efficient job he opened his mouth so you could access the tops and bottoms. As soon as he parted his teeth, cursed energy came flooding from his mouth in tremendous waves. You instinctively pulled your hand away in surprise. In response, Toge flashed you a concerned look.

“Oh, sorry. You just have a lot of cursed energy coming from your mouth.” You flushed, as you began to brush his top row of teeth.

Toge smiled at you with his eyes and studied your face with admiration while you cleaned his teeth. You couldn’t help but stare at his tongue while you brushed him, the cursed mark of the viper seal captivated you. You’ve only captured small glimpses of it in battle and that was it.

White toothpaste foam began to fill up his mouth and a small strand of it began to roll out of the corner of his mouth. You didn’t want it to fall on his shirt so you quickly swiped it away with your thumb. Toge’s eyes shyly looked away from you and towards the door behind you.

Once you finished brushing, you gingerly brushed his tongue. As you stroked the soft bristles over his seal an “Ahh…” came from the back of his throat.

You quickly pulled away as worry clouded your senses. “Sorry, is your tongue sensitive?” You watched the color on Toge’s cheeks turn a faint color of pink as he nodded. With that, you rinsed his brush under the water and set it into his gray cup beside yours. Having your toothbrushes beside each other as if you were a couple made you smile on the inside.

Inumaki stood up beside the sink to rinse his mouth, he stiffly brought his hand to his mouth. You wondered if you should help, but you also worried that you might be annoying him. So you let him clean his mouth on his own.

You always liked to put on chapstick after brushing your teeth, so you grabbed your stick of peppermint burtsbees off the counter. You glossed it over your lips, while Inumaki dried off his mouth.

“Want some?” You asked as he turned to look at you.

Toge accepted your offer and you softly glided the stick against his kissable lips. Even though his mouth was closed, you could still feel the cursed energy emitting from his lips. Once you finished, you put your chapstick back over by your toothbrushes and followed Inumaki into the bedroom.

You felt bad watching Toge wince his way into bed. You got in beside him on the left side, the side next to the wall. You leaned over and helped pull the blankets over him, and then over yourself. His soft sheets and comforter were delightful to the touch, you felt so safe beside him. It was raining outside, and the relaxing sound of raindrops hitting his window lulled you into sleep.

Inumaki couldn’t believe that this night was finally happening, you of all people were in his bed sleeping soundly beside him. Once in a while, he’d secretly masturbate to the thought of you. He’d fantasize what intercourse would be like, and he got off to the thought of having you hot and bothered underneath him. He didn’t jack himself off often, it was a rare occurrence that happened about once a month. His secret self-pleasure time didn’t arise until after he caught a glimpse of you in your swimsuit a couple of months ago. Maki had posted a Snapchat video of you building a sandcastle at the beach. You sat on your knees in the sand, and your hair and thighs were wet with seawater. You wore an adorable one-piece bathing suit that complimented your figure perfectly. Inumaki rewatched that video at least twenty times. To be truthful, it made him feel a little shameful. He didn’t like the idea of sexualizing you, simply because he thought that you viewed him as a friend. Although, when you kissed him back, and the way your eyes softened toward him. Gave him reason to believe that you like him back. He looked over to his left to study the peaceful expression you wore. Soon enough, sleep clouded Toge’s senses too.

You found yourself beside Inumaki in Shibuya, and then a red flash of light blinded you. Panic set flame inside you. You whirled around to see Toge fall on the ground, he was missing both of his arms and red hot blood was everywhere. You screamed out in horror, his violet-colored eyes clouded over and turned lifeless. You cried out in grief as you crumbled onto the cold earth beside his body. Hot tears blurred your vision and it felt as if your throat was closing up on you. Inumaki was dead.

“Wake up.”

You jolted awake but not from your own free will. The loud sound of thunder shook Inumaki’s room, it was downpouring outside.

You glanced over to see Toge staring at you with a look of concern on his face.

“It was a bad dream.” You choked out quietly. “Y-you were dead.”

You felt tears prick the corners of your eyes, were you crying in your sleep? You wiped your eyes. But the haunting image of dead Inumaki made more tears spill. Hot droplets snuck from your eyes to the sides of your face, then rolled down by your ears.

“I-I was so worried about you…” you covered your face with his blankets in shame. “If you died, that would’ve broken me.” You admitted as a soft sob escaped your lips.

You felt the bed shift so Toge was laying closer to you. It broke his heart that he couldn’t comfort you with his words or hold you in his arms. He leaned over and pulled the blanket down with his mouth.

Once your face was uncovered, he delicately kissed away the tears that had fallen on your face. His kisses trailed down from your watery eyes and to your jawline. Some of the tears that snuck by your ears shown in the dim light of his bedroom. His lips snuck over by your right ear, you could feel his hot breath waft over you. He faintly kissed your earlobe, causing you to make a small gasp as shivers exploded through your body. Toge gently sucked and nibbled on your ear, making you writhe around in pleasure. No one has ever done that to you before, and it felt incredibly erotic.

Inumaki pulled away with a captivated expression. He noticed that some of your salty tears rested on your lips and without hesitation, he pressed his mouth against yours. This kiss was incredibly fragile, it felt as if it could blow away with the slightest breeze. Despite how faint his kiss was, your mouth got zapped by his cursed energy. You flinched in surprise and quickly adapted to his mouth radiating into yours. The sadness you felt earlier melted away and you moved your lips against his ever so gently. The cursed energy coming from his mouth felt like static and his kisses seemed almost electric.

You cautiously reached up to tangle your fingers in his soft platinum locks. A spark lit off in Toge and his kiss deepened to a more passionate one. He pressed his body closer to yours and managed to wedge his bare knee between your thighs.

The sudden sensation of his skin against yours caused a small gasp of excitement to escape from your lips. To which he swallowed up eagerly. With your other hand, you brought it to the back of his neck.

Waves of arousal rocketed throughout Inumaki’s body. He removed his mouth from yours and trailed his kisses down to your sensitive neck. Possession took over him and he latched down. He loved the feeling of your supple skin under his tongue. Inumaki found it hard to real himself in and he was losing self-control.

The deafening sound of thunder erupted outside, which rattled his entire bedroom. Normally, you would flinch out of fear from the loudness. But you were focused on the loving way Toge’s lips moved against your neck. You felt his knee move higher up between your thighs and dangerously close to your needy core. A whimper of desperation came from your lips by his actions.

He effortlessly melted your pain away, but then concern flashed over your face. Inumaki was lying partially on top of you and you feared that he was straining his body in this position. He’s injured and he shouldn’t be twisting his body like that to comfort you. Guilt pricked at you for being so selfish. You should be the one comforting him. Inumaki is too kind for his own good. He deserves the world.

“Can I, touch you?”

Those four quiet words made the rain against his window seem mute. Inumaki nodded immediately.

You softly guided him onto his back in a more comfortable position. You made sure to stay underneath the blankets with him as you maneuvered on top of his lap. You lowered yourself onto him, but something firm and hard had made itself known to your inner thighs. Was he, hard for you? Your self-confidence skyrocketed at this discovery.

Toge shuttered as you sat on top of him. He was grateful for how dim his room was, otherwise you’d be able to see how adorably pink his cheeks were.

You brought your lips down to his and kissed him gingerly. His cursed energy filled your mouth in an electric wave. You trailed your kisses over to his cursed speech marks on his cheeks and then down to his neck. You sucked on his soft skin, similarly to the way he did to you. You heard a small gasp escape Inumaki’s lips while you claimed him with your love bites.

Something primal overtook your senses and you continued to kiss your way down his neck and to his collarbone. He was already shirtless, so you didn’t have to worry about his clothing getting in the way (other than his bandages).

“Inumaki… can I make you feel good?” You said in a hushed tone while feeling incredibly turned on.

Toge shuttered at your question. “Shake…” he whispered huskily.

You lowered yourself further down his body, while you kissed a trail down his lean abs. Toge bit his lip in anticipation while he felt your molten kisses on his stomach. The lower your kisses went, the higher levels of excitement began to rush through your veins. You kept the blankets on top of you until they covered you completely. Your lips brushed against the hem of his boxers, so you slid your lips against his clothed length just to get a good idea of how large he was. You were pleasantly surprised at his size, his long and narrow dick arched upward and to the right.

You softly pulled his boxers down, in the pitch darkness underneath his comforter. You blindly grabbed ahold of it with your dominant hand and kissed the tip of his hot and needy cock.

“Ahh…” Inumaki gasped as soon as your petal soft lips came in contact with his rod.

You curiously licked his tip and swiveled your tongue around him playfully. You were able to taste the subtle hint of his precum oozing from his tip. It was like the faint taste of tears, it almost tasted like nothing. This was a flavor you could get used to. You wrapped your lips around the upper half of his dick and began to suck him off lovingly.

“Mmh…” Toge gritted through his teeth while he was losing himself in pleasure.

You could feel his rod twitch against the roof of your mouth in delight, while you eagerly sucked him as if he was your midnight snack. He was your tasty treat hidden underneath the blankets just for you.

Inumaki was in utter shock that this was happening, he couldn’t believe that his dream girl was eagerly making love to his dick with her sweet mouth. Could he be dreaming? He needed to see this to believe it.

“Get the blanket off you,” Toge instructed with his cursed speech.

Your body acted on its own and you abruptly discarded the blanket to the floor. Now you were able to see the silhouette of Inumaki’s cock. It stood up proudly and showed slick from your wet mouth. Without hesitation, you greedily beckoned him back into your welcoming cavern. You’ve never felt so slutty in your life, and you loved every second of it. The head of his dick reached the back of your throat quicker than you expected it to, causing a muffled gag to vibrate around his cock deliciously.

You held your mouth on his dick, knowing it must feel good for him. The thought of pleasing sweet and innocent Inumaki made pride well up in your chest. You bobbed your head on his rod, while your gaze cast upward toward his. Unfortunately, due to how dark it was in his room you could only guess what he looked like.

As if the storm outside heard your thoughts; a blessed flash of lightning illuminated his bedroom, and in that split second you were able to see Toge writhing around in ecstasy. You made sure to memorize the desperately needy look in his eyes, his white hair fell messily in his face while his jaw was slack.

Your pussy buzzed with excitement, and you couldn’t help but bring one of your hands down to your clothed cunt, teasing yourself with your dainty fingers. Toge picked up on what you were doing to yourself and that fired him up to the point of no return. He dreamed of this night and he knew exactly how he wanted to satisfy you.

“Sit on my face.”

Inumaki’s cursed speech, rang through you as if it was law, and your mouth reluctantly popped off his raging dick. You carefully maneuvered up his body, unable to wipe the drool off your lips. You made sure to avoid his injured arm while on your way to his face.

“No, Toge! I don’t want to suffocate you!” You whined anxiously under your breath, while your knees comfortably rested on both sides of his head. Then, within seconds your lower region was pressed against Inumaki’s hungry mouth.

You tried to get out of this vulnerable position. No one has ever pressed their face against your crotch before. Even though it excited you, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

“Hold still,” Toge murmured, while his cursed energy rang through your body. You stiffened, unable to move. The fact that Inumaki was taking the lead and using his cursed technique on you, made you feel enthralled with anticipation.

You immediately felt him rub his nose against your clothed cunt, he inhaled sharply, enjoying your mouth-watering aroma. He then bit down on your shorts and dragged them over to the side. He was pleasantly surprised at the lack of panties you didn’t have on. Toge’s hot tongue slid up your folds causing a whimper of pleasure to escape your lips. You felt the static waves of cursed energy come from his mouth and radiate on your most private area. His tongue zig-zagged against your clit, making you dampen uncontrollably.

The sound of the wind picking up made itself known, raindrops aggressively splattered against Inumaki’s window. The storm was intensifying out there, just like how things were escalating in here. Another flash of lightning brightened up Toge’s room, you looked down to take in the beautiful sight of his captivating face nestled between your thighs. His beautiful purple eyes shown silver in the flicker of white light.

Inumaki needed to have a taste of your sweet nectar and dipped the tip of his tongue in your welcoming entrance. He curiously prodded around, appreciating your delectable flavor. You felt him insert his tongue as deep as he could go, now his face was entirely buried in your cunt.

“Mmh, Inumaki!” You moaned out, relishing the amazing feeling of his hot tongue up inside of you. The cursed energy felt incredibly erotic as if you had a vibrator in your pussy.

He began to rhythmically plunge his slippery tongue into you. He wanted to explore every inch of you, swirling it around in the process. He accidentally flicked it over a sensual spot inside of you, making you whine in delight. Toge quickly learned where to find that spot inside of you, and teased you relentlessly.

You felt something bubbling up inside of you, but he retracted his tongue and tenderly wrapped his lips around your clit. He tepidly sucked your sensitive bundle of nerves, which made you go wild in pleasure. Your thighs instinctively tried to close together, but it took all your willpower not to do so. You feared that he might not be able to breathe, plus he didn’t have the arms to pry you open if you did.

Toge softly nibbled on your clit, earning more sparks of pleasure to rocket through your veins. Your pussy began to dampen uncontrollably as if it were a leaking facet. Toge could feel your wetness all over his chin and cheeks, but he didn’t care. As a matter of fact, it made him even harder for you. Oh, how his dick craved to fill you.

Inumaki needed to be inside of you.

He craved your touch, your breath, your soul. Everything about you was heavenly. He needed you more than you realized. Simply having you near him brought comfort to his heart. He obviously wanted to fuck you, but it was way more than that. He wanted to get lost in you, he wanted his soul to be forever interwoven with yours.

“T-Toge… I want you.” You whimpered out, as the wind picked up outside. It howled eerily while the harsh rain came pouring down. Another flash of lightning illuminated his room, causing you to notice Inumaki’s slick cheeks from your wetness.

Inumaki nodded in agreement and you carefully pulled yourself off of him while he shimmied his shorts and boxers off. You laid down on your back while he swiftly positioned himself between your legs. His hard and eager dick stood out noticeably between his legs. Toge lowered his face to your crotch and bit down on your shorts, dragging them down your thighs animalistically. You lifted your legs to help assist him more easily, and he effortlessly removed your shorts. He flung them to the floor with his mouth and eyed your slick cunt with a primal desire. He stiffly crawled between your legs to give your pussy a sloppy kiss. He unwillingly pulled away, even though he was in love with your delectable taste. His cock craved you to the point of no return, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

You knew that it would hurt if he laid in missionary with you, since he would be putting all his weight on his injured right arm. So he remained kneeled between your thighs. You removed your shirt and bra, leaving your perky breasts free. Inumaki stared at your globes as if they were the most beautiful things he’d ever laid eyes on. You licked the palm of your hand and brought it down to his eager dick. You pumped him softly while you guided the head of his rod to your damp entrance. Toge clenched his jaw in concentration while he pushed himself into you. He was only a few inches in and your slick tight heat was all too overwhelming for his cock.

“Ahh…” Inumaki exhaled in pleasure while he pushed himself further into you.

You’ve never felt anything like this before, Toge stretched you out scrumptiously. Even though small stings of pain were present, you were too aroused to care. He buried himself into you entirely, his bony hips flush with your soft thighs. He remained still, giving you time to adjust while he savored every sensation about you.

Toge never felt so vulnerable in his life. Here you were, willingly giving the most sacred part of your body to him. He wanted to please you, but he was still cautious about moving, in fear of hurting you.

You were able to feel Inumaki’s dick twitch inside of you and in response your pussy beckoned him further in with a delectable squeeze. The concentrated look on his desperate face made you wonder if he needed some encouragement to move.

“It’s okay,” you mewled softly, “make love to me, Toge.”

With that being said; he pulled out just barely, then he softly inserted himself back into your wet cavern. Another small gasp escaped his lips at this amazing sensation. You felt incredibly heavenly to him. Your walls squeezed him perfectly, you were so warm and wet, just for him.

As his cock continued to plow into your pussy, the more pleasant it began to feel. Your juices completely coated his length and he was able to slide it in effortlessly. You loved how he filled you up, it felt as if your body was made for his. Toge thrust into you in a slow and steady rhythm, he wanted this to last as long as possible.

Despite each steady plunge of his cock, there was an immeasurable force that shook you to your core. His rod would bully its way into you as far as he could force it. Feeling this close to Inumaki felt so right. There’s no one else you’d want to do this with, he’s the one for you.

Toge knew from this moment forward, he would be entirely yours. The feeling of your fluttering walls tightly enveloping his length, made him hold his breath without meaning to. You brought him back to reality when he felt your soft lips press against his. He gasped into your mouth shakily and kissed you back feverishly. He’s never felt anything so amazing before and he felt his release coming to the surface. He didn’t want to cum just yet, but your slick and comfortable pussy made the feeling unavoidable.

Inumaki abruptly pulled out of you, and you flashed him a confused look. “It’s okay, you can cum in me.”

He eyed you with approval and got back into the sitting position. “Sit on it.”

You hypnotically crawled onto his lap so you were facing him. You guided his lubricated cock to your damp entrance. You gradually lowered your weight onto him and his dick filled you up in the most breathtaking way. Sitting on his length made him go so much deeper. You felt the head of his rod rub against the delectable spot up inside you, causing a moan of pleasure to leave your lips.

His mouth crashed against yours for a heated kiss while you ground yourself onto him. He kissed you with so much passion that it made you an even wetter mess. You moved your hips against his sexily, loving the way his long dick jolted around inside you. Toge was incredibly aroused by you, he was quickly falling victim to your seductive movements. You were all too captivating for him, in his eyes you were as perfect as an angel. Your beauty seemed to glow in his dark bedroom, he was ultimately under your spell.

Inumaki hypnotically moved his lower region against yours, it felt as if you two were in a sensual dance together. Now this, was pure desire. Calling it fucking felt blasphemous because the emotions involved were so much deeper than that. The both of you were lost in each other’s embrace. You fed off one another, loving how one would reciprocate each other’s love back to the other. You’d grind yourself onto him for a bit, then it’d be his turn, then the both of you would move in harmony together, as one. It felt as if your souls were truly intertwining.

The loud rumbling sound of thunder shook his bedroom once more, which was quickly followed by the electric flash of lightning. The entire room illuminated bright white for a few long seconds, blessing Toge with the sight of you riding him exquisitely. Your cheeks were an adorable shade of pink, while your hair fell messily in front of your face. Your sweet eyes stared back into his, full of love. Your plump breasts moved in a mesmerizing way while you rode him seductively. Your beauty seemed to radiate off of you in an alluring glow.

Inumaki lowered his mouth to the crook of your neck, he snacked on your delectable skin. His hot mouth sent waves of shivers to go through your body, causing your nipples to harden in response.

Toge felt this painful longing in his chest for you, he couldn’t stand the fact that you witnessed his accident. He knew what happened would affect you both forever. The fact that he survived was miraculous enough. You stayed beside him for days while he was unconscious. You were truly wife material and he planned on making you his. He knew for a fact if the roles were switched, he would do the same with no hesitation. He would do anything for you, even though he lost his left arm and can barely move his right. He knew that he could carry whatever burden you had. Toge was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You are his deadly desire, and he wasn’t afraid of getting burned. If it meant staying by your side as your man, he would endure it all.

Inumaki was slowly losing control, his willpower began to crumble beneath him while you rode him erotically. “Ahh…” He gasped out while leaving sloppy kisses on your neck, “I-I love you… Y/n mmh.” Those quiet words escaped his lips by accident, he didn’t mean to say what he was thinking! The rain outside drowned him out, but you were still able to catch what he said. His soft voice was full of desire, you knew that what he said was genuine.

“Ahh… Inumaki… I love you too!” You whimpered out in ecstasy while enjoying the way he met each of your thrusts with the same enthusiasm. Your speed began to pick up, while the storm outside did the same. His cock was too overwhelming for your wet little snatch and you began to go dumb with this consuming euphoria. You creamed all over his rod abruptly, which threw him off guard. It felt like a waterfall had gushed all over his dick, while your pussy clamped down on him in appreciation.

That alone sent him over the edge, his balls tightened while he shot his seed deep inside you. He pulsated profusely while he emptied himself in copious strands of white-hot liquid, filling you to the brim. A guttural gasp erupted from the back of his throat while he lost himself in his release.

His body was pressed against yours and you had your hands resting on his narrow shoulders. The both of you were able to feel each other’s frantic heartbeats while you both came back to your senses. With his dick still lodged up inside you, you enjoyed the pleasant closeness with him. You wouldn’t mind staying like this for a little while longer. You kissed him passionately, while you felt him smile against your lips.

“Sujiko mentaiko.” He teased with a playful gleam in his deep violet eyes.

You had a feeling at what he was insinuating. “Does this mean that we’re a couple now?”

“Shake-shake.” He responded almost immediately, while he carefully wrapped his injured arm around you. His fingers rubbed your lower back sweetly.

That was all you needed to hear, you rested your head against his and wrapped your arms around his shoulder blades. You held him tight, feeling pure joy that you were finally official. You also felt relief that he was alive, you lost a handful of your friends from the Shibuya incident. The thought of losing Toge would’ve destroyed you. To you, his existence was everything. Little did you know, he felt the same way.

The world around you both had fallen apart, but in that chaos, you found each other. In response, an unspoken vow went on between you two. It was decided that the love you shared will never falter.

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TOXIC

LEVI X READER

A/N: a combination of the horny angst that’s been swirling in my head for a few days.

Listen. Do I condone what’s about to happen in this? No. Was it fun to write? Absolutely.

CW: MDNI • explicit sexual content below • toxic fucking • unprotected/raw sex • creampie • breeding kink • fucking does not solve problems • neither do babies • toxic Levi and toxic Reader tbh

This was a bad idea. Terrible; one of your worst to date.

And yet, as Levi spread you out across his kitchen counter — the counter that, until two weeks ago, had also been yours — you couldn’t for the life of you remember why every alarm bell in your head was sounding off, begging your body stiffen, to reject the man lowering himself between your thighs, his gray eyes glowing nearly silver with desire.

“Just can’t stay away, can you?” His lips are hot and silky as they slope messily across your thighs, and his fingers push aside the hem of your sundress to make way for him. “Because try as you might, you know no one will ever be able to fuck you like I can.”

Ah. That was why.

Because you and Levi had broken up. You were no more; a past concept, a memory.

In the end, your three-year relationship died not in a fiery blaze of glory, but in cold resignation. He’d sat stoically at the kitchen table as you’d confessed that you could no longer stomach being second or third or whatever place behind his true passion — work — and that it was time for you to put yourself first, for once, since he wouldn’t.

The only sign of his emotion has been his fists — clenched so tight that the skin of his knuckles had gone white.

I’m done. I have nothing left to give you, Levi. Not when you only ever take and offer nothing in return.

He’d tried to argue once you announced your intention to move out that night. He’d fought to convince you to wait until morning, to put away the small suitcase you’d packed with your most essential belongings, to sleep on it — on the decision overall. But you’d known that if you’d stayed, you would have changed your mind — would’ve let him change your mind, and he’d known that, too. So you’d held firm, turned your back on him and forced yourself to walk out of the door to your apartment, suitcase in hand.

You hadn’t intended to return, and it seemed like he’d accepted it. He’d even gone so far as to mail whatever of your belongings you hadn’t managed to pack to your parents’ address. So though you spent your nights staining your pillow with bitter tears, your heart feeling like little more than a misshapen lump of meat barely beating in your chest, you’d at least gotten what you thought you’d wanted: a clean break.

Until he’d texted you that all of your mail was still being sent to your — his — address. He’d offered to pay to have it forwarded to you, but when you saw how much that would have put you in his debt, you’d begrudgingly told him you’d stop by on your way home from work and pick it up.

Really, you knew better; should have known better, at least.

And perhaps your logic would have won over your desire, but then Levi’s fingers tug your underwear to the side and his mouth latches to your core, and all the chatter that constitutes your higher reasoning fades to an indiscernible buzz in the back of your skull. The moment you feel something hot and wet prodding your entrance, your mind whites out without the hope of coherency returning any time soon, as Levi begins to fuck you with his tongue.

With a keening cry, your legs seize around his head, trapping him between your thighs. Your hands shoot to grip his hair, desperate to find purchase; to find anything to help keep you tethered here, to reality, rather than risk floating away in clouded bliss.

But Levi is too committed to tearing down the wall you’d carefully spent the last two weeks building, brick by brick. So as his tongue pumps steadily into your core, he shifts, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he presses you harder against his face. His jaw works furiously and when his teeth graze against your clit, you lose whatever last vestige of control you’d clung onto.

You’re sobbing through clenched teeth but utterly helpless to stop your hips as they begin churning and grinding against his mouth. Levi hums in approval, and throw your eyelashes, you spot the way his pupils dilate, chasing away the cool silver of his irises and replacing them with something black and hungry.

“Atta girl,” he praises between his thrusts, and the vibrations of his mouth against your heated, sensitive flesh nearly makes you drool. “For once in your life, stop fuckin’ thinking.”

He swirls his tongue around you entrance one more time before he replaces it with his fingers, plunging two into your cunt and curling them. He finds that rough patch on your innermost wall with a near frustrating ease.

It’s infuriating to know that the person you know can’t give you what you really need is somehow the only person who knows exactly how to give you what you want. And, judging by the faint smirk pulling at Levi’s lips they latch around that bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs, you know he can see your resolve crumbling under his feverish mouth.

“You don’t even remember why we were arguing, do you?” He jeers between harsh sucks at your clit as you continue to writhe and cry out for more. “You just wanted to cause a scene; make me sweat a little.”

You want to fight back; you want to tell him that he’s wrong, that you’d meant it when you’d said your relationship had run its course, but he won’t give you the space to do so. Not when he presses his face firm against your center and rocks his head side to side, reducing any protestations you might have had to pitiful whimpers.

“You’ve got my attention, sweetheart. Let’s see if you know what to do with it.”

Levi slips a third finger into your core and you come undone. With his teeth grazing your clit in time with each measured thrust of his fingers into your heat, you shatter against the kitchen counter, hard enough that stars dance in the corners of your eyes.

“That’s my girl,” Levi groans as he continues to lap at your sensitive and overstimulated flesh. “You’re always so fuckin’ pretty when you cum.”

His praise, coupled with the way his mouth continues to work at your cunt prolongs the waves of your release, until your legs are trembling against the smooth granite of the countertop, and tears are gathered in your eyes. Your walls spasm weakly one final time and then it’s over, your limbs limp and your brain little more than a puddle of liquid between your ears.

Levi steps back and the heat in his eyes is unmistakable; you know, by the way his eyes turn from steel to molten ore that he wants more; wants to take and take and make you bend to him.

You shouldn’t do it; you know you shouldn’t. You know that what’s happening between you is a manifestation of everything that was toxic about your relationship. Levi, always needing to be in control, who only listened when you were at your breaking point, but could never fully give you what you needed. You, who made far too many excuses, who let him dictate the norms of your relationship because it was easy; being with him was easy, until it wasn’t.

So no, you shouldn’t give in; you should stand firm.

You reach for him anyways. “Levi,”

That’s all it takes; a pleading whimper of his name, your hands outstretched toward him, and Levi pounces. His mouth crashes against yours, and his kiss makes you feel whole even though you know he’s tearing your resolve apart.

And you let him; you let him, because you’d sworn you were going to spend your life with him. You believed, without a moment’s hesitation, that Levi was the one for you — the one you’d share the remainder of your days with, the one with whom you’d create and share a family. It was all you’d wanted, and Levi, to his credit, had assured you it was what he’d wanted, too. At least, he did; once.

And, as Levi’s hands slide under you to peel you off the counter, your legs locking around his waist with practiced ease, you know it’s what you still want; he’s what you want.

For all your desperation to have him, Levi is just as eager for you. He pivots you away from the counter, lips still moving heatedly against yours, only to drop you both to the cold tile floor, spreading you out beneath him as his lips begin trailing down your jaw, your neck. He’s too impatient to carry you to the bedroom, his hands fumbling with the buckle on his belt so he can have you then, now, on the kitchen floor.

“‘S been too long,” he pushes the straps of your sundress from your shoulders, yanking the bodice down to expose your. He groans at the sight of your bare breasts, and idly you wonder whether you made the subconscious decision to forgo your bra when you dressed that morning, in the event you’d end up here, under him.

His mouth closes around one pert nipple and you think it was the best decision you could have made; for nothing could possibly feel as right as the sensation of his hot mouth and silken tongue swirling around your soft flesh, nipping and sucking his devotion into your skin.

Your chest is heaving as his hands stroke down your body, pushing and pulling the skirt of your dress up, exposing the lower half of your body. Your legs are still little more than jelly thanks to the intensity of your previous climax, but you manage to wrap them around his hips all the same, clenching in an effort to bring him closer.

“Fuck,” he growls, and he imparts one final nip at your breast before he pulls back, his hands hurriedly shoving the waistband of his trousers and briefs down his hips, just far enough that he can pull his cock free. Your stomach flutters at the sight of him, ramrod hard, his tip already leaking with his desire.

He’s just as desperate for you as you are hopelessly in need of him.

Your eyes trace back up from where his length stands hard against his belly back to his face. A pretty pink blush has flushed his cheeks, spreading down his neck and chest, and his eyes are glassy with want.

“Levi,” you plead with a soft moan. “Baby, please —“

Baby. You hadn’t called him that often while you were together, but when you had, it was because you’d been so filled with affection — with love — that his name hadn’t been enough.

It was a slip, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by your ex. In an instant his body is covering yours, and he’s moaning into your mouth as one hand ensnares itself in your hair. Between quick kisses, you swear you hear him whisper your name against your lips, before his tongue swipes back in and steals your breath away.

He breaks your kiss to shove a hand between your bodies, gripping himself at his base and giving his length one, solid pump. You shift, spreading your thighs wider, ready to take him and feel whole once more.

He lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance and pauses. Impatiently, you buck your hips forward, trying to take him in, but he twists back just far enough that your wetness can only brush against him, a mockery of how you truly need him.

Levi ignores your howl of frustration. “If you want it, then tell me you’ll come home.”

Your teeth clench hard enough to crack, but you won’t give in; not yet, at least.

He’d been right; you wanted him to sweat a little, and damn if you weren’t going to try and bring him to his knees, if only for a bit. At least until he had you back in the palm of his hand, begging for a crumb of his attention.

So with a gritty determination that borders spite, you lock your ankles against his backside and haul him into you with all your might.

“Jesus — fuck!” His yell echoes off the gleaming stainless steel appliances as you force him fully inside you, unwilling to let him win this battle so soon. He falls forward, an arm flinging out beside your head to catch himself.

Your boldness pays off, for Levi is forced remain still, panting hard and his eyes screwed shut as he adjusts to the sensation of being fully buried in your warmth after so long. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the way the muscles in the arm needed by your head ripples under the force of his restraint. Slowly, his eyes open and the darkness in them makes you pulse and contract around his length, your stomach fluttering in anticipation.

Your mouth falls into a perfect “o” as he begins to move once more. He sits back on his knees, back straight, and his hands come to rest on your hips. He tugs you up just enough that your backside rests against the tops of his thighs, your back forced into an arch away from the floor. His gaze drops to where you’re connected, your base pressed flush against his, and the sight of himself embedded so deeply inside you makes the fingers on your hips tighten.

Slowly, and with careful precision, he withdraws his cock from your heat until only his tip remains lodged in your entrance. His eyes flick to yours and then he slams back into you, forcing your breath from your lungs. He repeats the movement again and again, until your lower lip is wobbling and your fingers are sinking into the corded muscles of his forearms, unable to do anything but cling on as he hammers into you.

The stillness of the kitchen is soon disrupted by the telltale sounds of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by your breathy moans and Levi’s pants. Between the sharpness of his hips and the cold tile of the kitchen floor, you know you’re likely to walk away from this with bruises, but you can’t find it within yourself to care. Especially not when Levi is moving like this, each of his thrusts as punishing as they are calculated.

“What’d I say, huh? No one can fuck you like I can.”

Levi more often than not was a soft lover. Kind; generous; prone to taking his time with you, so much so that it was nearly painful, usually leaving you in a tearful puddle on your mattress, begging him for more.

But now, he’s trying to remind you of what you’re leaving behind by leaving him; he’s punishing you as much as he’s begging you to stay.

The thought makes you moan out, wanton and desperate, and the walls of your cunt clench harder around him.

His hips snap harshly against yours, choking off the sound in your throat. “So come back home,” and though you know he means for it to sound like an order, his eyes betray his urgency, his desperation to confirm that you hadn’t really meant it; that you’d given up on him in a moment of stress and exhaustion. “Quit being a brat and come home.”

You want to tell him you can’t — that the door had closed on your relationship the moment you’d pulled it shut behind you that day, but try as you might, the words will not form. All that spills from your mouth are broken utterances of his name, and even those flatten out into pathetic whines as Levi’s callused thumb finds your clit and begins to work, determined to haul you to the edge of your sanity and shove you over.

Your legs spasm around his waist as you begin your ascent to that sacred precipice. Your eyes are rolled back, your head thrashing from side to side as the pleasure, white hot and searing, mounts within you, that coil in your belly winding tight with every impassioned movement of his body against yours.

Distantly, you feel his hold on your hips tighten, and you can feel his thrusts growing sloppy. You know it’s only a matter of time before one of you succumbs to your release.

He growls your name, the last syllable tapering off in a small whine. “T-tell me — fuck — tell me where.”

Your eyes fly open and meet his, sobering awareness washing over you like a tidal wave.

Only once in the entire course of your relationship, did Levi ask where he was allowed to cum: the beginning. He’d asked the very first time you’d slept with him, legs in the air and over his shoulders, and once you’d made it clear you were on birth control, that had been the end of the discussion. You’d known that if you’d changed your mind, all you’d needed to do was tell him, and he’d adjust. Truthfully, however, you’d not minded the possibility of your birth control failing; you’d been content to let whatever happen, happen.

You’d told him as much, and he’d told you he shared the sentiment.

But that was then; this time, he’s giving you an out. A way to make sure this remains a one-time thing, a moment of weakness between two people too lost and broken to want anything different.

Levi’s eyes widen as the silence stretches between you, and his hips slow until he stops moving all together. The friction mounting where you’re connected is nearly unbearable, and you know the only way to relieve it is to give him an answer — whatever it may be.

This was it; the decision that will make or break you both. For once, he’s out the ball entirely in your court, and whatever comes after this moment of bliss — or frality — ends depends entirely upon you.

“Inside,” you barely manage to squeak, eyes wide and locked unwaveringly with his.

Even Levi hesitates. “Y/N —“

“Inside,” you repeat with slightly more conviction. “Cum inside me, Levi.”

“Your pill?” His hips have already resumed their pace, and you can feel how he’s grown harder at your insistence. But though his body is already moving in accord with your demand, his eyes look ready to bulge out of his skull when you manage the smallest shake your head.

“Inside.” You beg again, and you dig your heel harder into the steely muscle of his backside, limiting how far he’s able to pull his hips back; to pull out at all.

Because damn if he isn’t the only person in the world with whom you could fathom facing the consequences of fucking raw without even the safety net of the tiny blue pills still sitting at your pharmacy, waiting.

“Fuck,” he growls through clenched teeth, a tendon in his neck throbbing. “Fuck, you want me to give you a baby? So fuckin’ be it. As long as you’ll stay.”

He shifts over you, planting one foot on the ground so he can use his thigh to pin one of your legs back and to the side. His hand shoves under your other thigh, mimicking the position of your other leg as he mounts you, his full weight pressing you harder into the floor and keeping you spread wide for him.

Gone was the calculated precision of his earlier thrusts; now, Levi only presses his groin firmly against yours as he begins to rut, each rock of his hips pushing his length impossibly deeper into your slick warmth.

A cracked moan of his name signals that the blunt tip of his cock has brushed up against that spot within you that Levi knows will have you coming apart in minutes. And so, with a feral gleam sparking to life in his eyes, he shifts himself to press the head of his cock firmly against it, his hips rolling hard enough into you that you begin moving in time with him, your hips lifting up from the floor only to be pushed back by him as he works.

His balls are heavy against the underside of your ass as he continues to rut into you. You know he’s close when you feel him begin to twitch inside you, and the anticipation of being filled by him — so hot and sweet — makes the walls of your cunt clench harder around him.

If you thought you were a mess before, the way Levi mounts you on the floor has you nearly screaming with pleasure, so electric and blinding that all sights of the kitchen fade to white, and your eyes flutter shut.

But Levi won’t allow you to check out; not now, not ever.

“Look at me.” His free hand grabs your jaw in an attempt to force you to meet his eyes. You want to give him what he wants, but it’s far too difficult, what with the way yours are glued to the back of your skull, a thin line of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth.

“L-Levi,” you try and plead, to explain. But he has always demanded more of you than you knew how to give.

“Look at me.” His fingers squeeze your cheeks, insistent. “If you want my baby, then you’re gonna look at me while you cum.”

He’s doing it to prove a point — to prove that he still has control over you, over whatever it is that remains between you. And you, helpless against the whims of your heart, let him have it, because you love him.

Fuck. You love him.

You force your eyelids open to meet his punishing stare, and then his lips are crashing down against yours in a fiery clash of lips and teeth as both of you fight to consume the other. But you lose first, breaking your kiss to cry out as your climax slams into you with the force of a freight train, knocking your breath clean from your lungs.

It’s powerful; the most powerful orgasm you’ve had in memory, one that sends your back arching sharply up from the cool kitchen tile below, and pulls a howl of Levi’s name from your mouth.

You’re still straddled among the clouds of your pleasure when Levi succumbs to his own. His body tenses for a moment and then he’s coming undone, his hips giving one last, mighty push before he explodes.

He cums with a strangled groan that he silences by searing his mouth against your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin as he pulses within you.

You don’t try to stop the pleasured grin that forms on your mouth, nor the contented hums which vibrate in your chest as you hold him close to you, savoring the feeling of being warm and full of him.

You know you might regret the decision later; but there, spread out across his — your — kitchen floor, Levi’s full weight bearing down upon you as he continues to flood you with his release, you can’t help but feel that maybe this wasn’t the toxic choice at all. Perhaps this is simply a manifestation of everything that is good in your life.

Good. That’s what you decide to tell yourself as you feel Levi’s lips press sleepily against your neck. This is good; this is right.

Because this — he — is your home.

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