#Putting these two against each other kind of feels like a crime ngl

[lovesick-psychopath]

ROUND 3: Bungou Babygirl Competition

[Masterpost]

#Bungou Babygirl Competition #BSD #Bungou Stray Dogs #Edgar Allan Poe #Tetchou Suehiro #BSD Poe #BSD Tecchou #Polls #My Post #Putting these two against each other kind of feels like a crime ngl

[itsshawtyfellas]

Breaking in

Pairing: Charlie Walker x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, 18+ (mature content such as dom!charlie, sub!reader, dry humping, clit stimulation, oral, praise kink, degradation kink, mask kink, penetration)

A/N: ngl I'm a sucker for all of those charlie as a sub type of fics (I stand by that) but I believe that behind that mask charlie is a whole different person based on his murders. So I decided to write something about it because why not 😈 sit down and enjoy my little sluts (btw my obsession with this man is over the roof by now help) the gif is just to give you a little idea of how it will go further into the fic😉

You didn't know how to feel.

Were you angry? Upset? Scared? Probably all of them.

You just couldn't believe it at first. You refused to believe your sweet, smart and funny boyfriend Charlie could do something like that.

You simply decided to go to Charlie's house after school to surprise him but when you got to his room you saw him taking off his ghostface costume that had droplets of blood in it. You confronted him about it, asking him if he was the one responsible for all the murders in Woodsboro so far and he didn't even bother to deny. He couldn't lie to you, so he admitted it, explaining the truth and reasoning behind it.

You were quiet the entire way back to your house and also inside it. Your mind went back to all the moments you had spent with him; the sweet ones, the sad ones, the intimate ones. As time went by, your thoughts made you realize how real it all was.

It's been only a couple of days since you walked out of his house and you still couldn't stop thinking about it. The rational side of your body kept telling you that you should inform the authorities; that meant reporting your boyfriend would not only make him stay in prison for a few good decades but it would also make you, as his girlfriend, an accomplice of his crimes since you knew the truth. Meanwhile, the emotional side of your body wanted you to hide the whole truth and run back into the kind arms of the love of your life. Whatever your decision was, you couldn't tell anyone about it.

Right as you mind wandered back to reality, you noticed the movie you had put on to distract yourself had ended, so you started to do some chores around your house, since you didn't want to think about it for a little while.

As you finished cleaning the kitchen, you went out for a few minutes to take out the trash, leaving the front door slightly ajar so you could go back in, but suddenly you felt eyes on you and a presence on your back. Turning around to go back inside, you quickly checked your surroundings to make sure you weren't being watched, scared you would be the next kill despite knowing Charlie would never do something to you.

The moment you turned around after closing your door, you came face to face with your boyfriend Charlie; except that he was wearing the ghostface costume and you gussed that he was either coming back from a kill or going for one. For brief seconds, the two of you just stood there in front of each other without saying a word. Every emotion and every thought that you were having and thinking earlier came back rushing to your heart and mind. Your own body was battling against your own, not knowing whether you should run away from him, to him or fight him; so you opted by asking him a simple but stupid question.

"Are you going to hurt me?" He didn't answer, only shaking his head.

"Then why are you here?"

"I wanted to see you." Those were his only words before going quiet again. He could tell you were feeling conflicted but he wasn't going to blame you.

"You could've called me." He took a step closer to you.

"I didn't know if you wanted to talk to me, much less see me."

He took another step towards you but you didn't back away. He kept coming closer and closer until he was right in front of you. Charlie lifted a hand to your face, caressing your cheek, feeling your skin heat up under his touch.

Not only was your skin hot, but your heart was almost popping out of your chest from how gently he was touching you. The way he was touching your face along with the way he was looking at you behind that mask was arousing you, even though you wanted to ignore it.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for putting you through this." His voice, soothing and calm as always, comforted you as he looked at your trembling form.

You had no words. Even after finding out he was the killer – ghostface– he still made you feel warm and fuzzy inside; you shouldn't but you couldn't help yourself, you still loved him and he was still your boyfriend.

"I didn't want you to find out this way, I swear I never meant to put you involved in this." Even though you couldn't see his face, you could still hear the plead in his voice.

"I was involved in all of this ever since you started murdering people knowing you and I were together and I could find out about it at any moment." You said, while stepping away from him, the anger and frustration showing through your voice. Charlie turned his head slightly away from the direction of your eyes knowing how upset you were. "At least show me your face and look at me if you're so sorry."

He was aware of how angry you were, so, like a soldier listening to his commander's orders, he turned his head back to you and brought his hand to his chin to take off his mask, his hair tied into a bun, all while looking into your eyes.

You stared at him; your eyes running all over his face, mostly remaining on his baby blue eyes, as if to remember every single detail of his angelic like features to assure yourself that he was still the same –which he was. If someone told you a few days ago that your boyfriend was the one who committed the murders, you wouldn't believe them and would've laughed in their face, telling them he would never do something like that, for he was far too sweet to kill people in such a brutal way, but right now, as you looked at him, you could only wish it wasn't true.

It didn't stop you though. It didn't stop your mind from reliving all those moments spent with him; it didn't stop your feelings from erupting into the surface everytime you thought of him; it didn't stop your heart from racing whenever you saw him; and it definitely didn't stop you from loving him.

You and Charlie kept eye contact with each other once no other words were exchanged. The silence surrounding your bodies in the living room was loud; you could even hear your light breaths and maybe even your heart ramming against your ribcage.

However, Charlie tried to make another move for the second time that day by walking slowly towards you. The stare in his eyes was so intense the arousal you felt before came back to your body, the tingling sensation lowering to your core. Without thinking, you took a step back as he kept walking towards you until you collided with the wall.

Your breathing got heavier as the air around you felt hot, the arousal only increasing more and more with the way Charlie was staring at you; what you didn't know was that he was doing it on purpose to rile you up. He loved to watch the way your chest rose up and down when he did something like this. It turned him on when he had some kind of control over you since it was unusual for him and when that happened he liked to enjoy it as much as he could.

"Do you still love me?" He asked with uncertainty.

"I don't know if I should." You answered out of spite despite wanting to say yes.

"Do you trust me?"

"I don't know if I should either."

No words were said after that. It wasn't that you didn't trust him or love him –you did, with your soul and life– but you wanted to see how the moment would go and how it would end. Would you lie to him and say you didn't want him anymore? Would you guys break up and never see each other again? Or would you confess your love and trust for him and keep it all a secret? Whatever way that conversation would go, your mind was set on not sending him to the authorities.

You were so distracted thinking about how it would all end, preparing yourself mentally and emotionally, that you didn't even notice Charlie's hand locking itself on your neck, right beneath your jawline, and leaning in to kiss you. Despite getting caught off guard, your body accepted the kiss with an eagerness never felt before.

As the kiss evolved, eventually turning into makeout session, all the doubts you were having before left your mind, the only thing remaining being the love and trust you had for him. A wave of emotions flooded your heart, making its palpitations increase, causing you to pull him closer to your body with your arms encircling around his neck.

To say he was surprised by your reaction was an understatement. Even though the love you had for one another was unconditional, he almost expected you to turn around and go straight to the police, but he was mostly relieved that you didn't. With that, he started to slowly and reluctantly slide his hands down your back, afraid you would stop him but decided to keep going when he felt you holding him even closer. Now feeling more secure and confident, he ran his hands over your waist and to your hips, pulling your pelvis against his when arousal started to rush into his body, going straight to his core.

"Do you want me?" He asked, pausing his actions.

"Yes." You didn't even hesitate to answer his question, the passion you were feeling mixing up with the physical contact only added more fervor into your veins. Right when you were about to carry on with the now heavy makeout session, Charlie stopped you by grabbing your wrist. Looking at him with a confused look in your face, you were about to ask him what was he doing when he suddenly took a step back. When he did this, your mind began to cloud itself with insecurities and second thoughts, in fear that he had regretted his decision; it almost made you prepare yourself for a heartbreak until you saw him kneeling down to grab his mask that he dropped earlier on the floor to put it back on.

"Charlie?" Without answer, he started to walk back to you, your body still pressed against the wall. Even when you couldn't see his face due to the mask, you could feel his eyes on you, watching you like a hawk. It made you feel nervous and a little scared but you kept telling yourself he wouldn't hurt you –after all you trusted him and you wanted him to know that.

Now standing in front of you again, Charlie tilted his head lightly, noticing the way your chest rose up and down due to your heavy breathing, your lips slightly parted and your eyes locked on his –or his mask.

At first, he thought about taking off the costume and let things flow between the two of you like they usually would, but now, as he stands in front you, watching the way your body reacted to him and his actions, he couldn't help but feel a sudden urge to take control, soon overtaken by a feeling of power, something he would mostly feel whenever he wore the ghostface costume for his kills. All of it only turned him on more.

You weren't far behind. If someone walked in on that moment and saw ghostface –or Charlie– in your living room cornering you against the wall, they would immediately think you were being attacked and would call the police –but that wasn't the case as the energy around the room shifted once again as your body heat increased and your heartbeat sped up as Charlie kept staring at you under that mask, causing you to feel just as aroused as he was.

Coming even closer until your bodies were touching, he grabbed your hips and pulled you close to him all over again, his hands then sliding down to your buttcheeks to bring your pelvis towards his to create some sort of friction. Noticing this, you circled your arms around his torso and buried your face in his neck, moving your hips against his clothed erection, while his hands held your ass helping your movements.

Not a single word other than each other's heavy breathing was exchanged as the two of you were humping your hips towards one another, at least not until one of his hands left your butt and you felt his fingertips going over the seam of your pajama pants, teasing you at first to arouse you even more and then going under your panties and to your pussy, using his middle and ring fingers to give you slow and light circles to your stimulated clit.

"C-Charlie..." You panted against his neck. The hand that was still holding your cheek, was brought to your chin, lifting your face from his neck in order to make you look at him, his head slightly tilted in a provoking way.

"What is it? Hmm? Does it feel good?" He asked, amusement oozing out of his voice as he kept touching your pussy.

"Y-Yes, yes, it feels s-so good." You stuttered, as you let your head fall on his shoulder.

"Yes, it does and you wanna know why? Because you're taking it like a good little slut, aren't you?" As he spoke, the words only got stuck in your throat as you felt your orgasm approaching, the only possible answers being the nods of your head and the shifting of your hips as he changed the speed of his fingers, going even faster to help you reach your peak.

"Shhh, I know, I know, there you go." He praised, his voice soft in your ear as the most earth shattering orgasm hit you, making your body tremble in his arms, the sounds of your erratic breathing only getting louder with each after shock, causing your shaking form to look like it just got a short circuit.

Charlie then removed his fingers from your underwear, wiping them on his costume without care and took a step back, giving you a minute to cool off before trying anything else. He was about to ask if you were okay but refrained himself from saying it when you suddenly brought your hands to his ankles, in an attempt to remove his costume, lifting it up and taking it off his body along with his shirt, leaving him with only his mask and jeans. As you were about to unbuckle his belt, Charlie suddenly held your hands, stopping your actions. You glanced up at him perplexed, questioning why would he stop you and wondering if he didn't want you to return the favor when all of a sudden you felt the weight of his palms on your shoulders, gently but firmly pressing on them to push you down on your knees.

"What? Isn't this what you want, hmm?" You could tell he asked it in a rhetoric way, using a taunting and condescending tone and smirking under his mask, whilst stroking your cheek and looking down at you, almost as if telling you you knew what to do. So, with little hesitation and excitement filling your body, you brought your hands to his belt loops, unbuckling them and then unbuttoning his pants, giving little kisses and licks on his firm abs and down his v-line, his hips going forward, towards your mouth as you tugged down his jeans along with his boxer briefs.

"Look at you, pretty little thing getting excited over my cock. You're such a fucking whore, aren't you, baby?" Charlie's words did nothing but arouse you even more, making you feel even more turned on to the point your own wetness was seeping through your panties.

Bringing his pants and boxers down to the middle of his thighs, you took a few seconds to admire him in all his glory, starting with his face –covered by the mask– and going down his naked torso, ending with his fully erected dick, standing long, hard and with a certain girth before grabbing his cock in your hand, kissing his underside and then wrapping your lips around his reddish tip, lightly sucking and swirling your tongue around it while using your hand to stroke him slowly and teasingly to excite him even more. You kept doing this for a while before Charlie got tired of your teasing and put a hand on the back of your upper neck and brought your head forward, taking off your hand so you could bob your head easily.

"Fuck, you're doing so good, it's like you were made to suck dick, weren't you? Maybe that's why you always look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, right? What would everyone say if they saw you right now on your knees in front of the so known ghostface, sucking him off like the dirty fucking slut you are, hmm? You'd love that, wouldn't you, baby?"

Your boyfriend's choice of words only made you move your head even faster, trying to make him reach his orgasm with his hand still at the back of your neck controlling your movements. All you could hear were his groans along with his irregular breathing as he rutted his hips against your mouth, feeling you squeeze your lips around him and running your tongue on the underside as he came and let the milky white substance fill the inside of your cheeks, watching you swallow it all.

As soon as he finished, Charlie grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet, your knees sore from being on the floor for too long, and, without saying a single word, bended your over the arm of your couch and pulled your pajama pants down, looking at the wetness of your pussy.

"God, you're so fucking wet, is this from sucking me off? Yeah? Do you want me to fuck you? Will you be a good girl and let me fuck you? Answer me or I'll make you fuck my shoe instead of me." He said, running his middle finger up and down your pussy, circling your clit every once in a while.

"Yes, y-yes, please fuck me, please..." You panted.

He didn't answer, simply pushing your head down and lifted your hips a little, making you arch your back, and started to rub the tip of his dick on your clitoris and then at your entrance, sliding in slowly to let you adjust to him before starting to move in a slow pace, soon speeding up the rhythm of his thrusts while paying attention to your light moans.

"Fucking hell, you're such a fucking whore, fucking a murderer in your living room when no one knows who and where he is, but you love it, don't you, darling?" The way Charlie was talking only added more fire to your veins and skin, making you try and push your hips back a little to meet his thrusts, when you felt his hands gripping your thighs and sliding up and around your hips, adding more force into his thrusts, only to bring a hand to the front of your body, towards your pussy, stroking your clit to bring you to the edge.

The house was so quiet that the sounds of skin slapping, erratic breathing, grunts and moans seemed loud on your ears but it only made the two of you more excited.

"Are you gonna cum? You want me to fill you up and stuff your pretty little pussy with my cum? Is that what you want? Cum for me then, c'mon, love, you can do it, cum." Charlie panted, his voice slightly baffled by the mask that he was still wearing.

"C-Cumming, cumming –fuck– I'm cumming..." You stuttered as you felt your legs starting to shake, feeling an orgasm coming to hit you body as you shivered, it being as strong and intense as an earthquake, feeling the spurts of cum painting the walls of your pussy, as Charlie came inside you.

After taking a few minutes to gather your breaths, Charlie pulled out of you and used his shirt to clean you up and pull up your pants after taking off his mask and buttoning his jeans. The two of you were staring at each other's eyes in silence before he decided to speak.

"I'm sorry. I really am." Those were his only words before looking at the floor, not being able to look you in the eye.

"It's okay, I love you and I still trust you with my life, and even when I shouldn't I won't report you."

"Thank you, I love you so much." Nothing else was said afterwards as you locked yourselves in a passionate kiss.

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A/N: Jesus fucking christ this took me DAYS but tbh I'm just happy that it's already done😁 well I just hope that you guys enjoy the reading🤭

#charlie walker #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker smut #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #scream iv

[jackrrabbit]

If I may I just want Overhaul to do me on his desk during a meeting showing the precepts his personal slut

Yubitsume /// Overhaul x f!reader (18+)

Yubitsume: a Japanese ritual primarily performed by the yakuza to atone for offenses to another; a way to be punished or to show sincere apology and remorse.

This story takes place before Chisaki becomes the leader of the Shie Hassaikai and before he puts the big boss in a coma. ngl this was fun to write 😎

Tags/warnings: exhibitionism, coercion (dubcon-ish?), mild humiliation, yakuza members be perving, reader’s quirk makes it impossible for her skin to be cut (it’s relevant I promise), references to violence, some light possessiveness at the end there

You’re softer than you look.

Chisaki’s never really touched you before, so he had no way of knowing until now. Maybe it’s a subconscious association with your quirk, which prevents anything from breaking your skin, but he didn’t think you’d be so yielding. Every bit of you that he can touch is tender and unresisting under his grasp. He almost wants to take off his latex gloves so he can grip your hips and feel how smooth you are against his bare skin.

Ah…but this isn’t for his sake. It’s for yours. Your punishment, your atonement. He’s supposed to be teaching you a lesson, not feeling good. The irresistible heat of your cunt hugging over his cock is just a perk.

“Watch closely, men,” the Boss’s voice rings out across the long, narrow table, cutting across the wet sounds of Chisaki’s flesh slapping against yours. His thrusts slow and then stop with his cock buried deep inside you, giving the Boss a chance to speak over the two of you.

When the room is silent save for the sounds of your breath mixing with Chisaki’s, the Boss speaks again. “This is what happens to those who betray the interests of the Shie Hassaikai. Keep going, Chisaki.”

It’s not like he needs to tell them to watch, Chisaki thinks as he picks up the pace again. Every man in the room is staring intently at the coupling as Chisaki fucks you over the desk. You’re bent forward with your ass sticking out toward him, one trembling leg holding you up while the other is folded up on the wooden surface, angling your pussy into a perfect position for him to thrust into. You’re barely holding your face off the desk with your elbows propped up, and every time Chisaki pushes his cock back into you, you rock forward and the desk creaks under your combined weight.

It’s hardly the solemn atmosphere that’s usually considered necessary for this kind of punishment. The men watching are doing so with lascivious interest, some laughing, some making comments under their breath to each other, and some just staring. He can hardly blame them. The view from the front must be incredible—your tits bouncing, your hands holding onto the edge of the desk for dear life…

What does your face look like right now? Chisaki can’t see when he’s fucking you from the back, but he wishes he could. Are you ducking to hide your lewd expression from the men you’ve worked alongside since you joined the Shie Hassaikai? Are you biting your lip to hold back the sound of your moaning, trying to salvage the little bit of dignity you have left? From the muted noises of your voice (the little uh—uh—uh’s you can’t quite keep from slipping out), he thinks it’s pretty likely.

But if it’s between seeing you and being inside you, Chisaki knows he’s getting the better deal. Fuck, it’s like your throbbing cunt just keeps sucking him in deeper and deeper. What with the heat of your body and the slickness lubing him up in between your pussy lips, it’s getting difficult to hold back his own grunts of pleasure. His thrusts are getting less controlled and sloppier every time he pumps into you.

The men are watching…they’re watching you, Chisaki has to remind himself in order to stop the urge to lean lower over the desk and rut you for all he’s worth, observers be damned. How much deeper can you take it? Probably a little more than this, right?

His next thrust has him bumping up against your cervix, forcing a kittenish whine out of you. A couple of the voyeurs laugh. One wolf whistles. Chisaki’s noticed that the hairs on the back of your neck raise up when the men get loud, and right now your skin is pebbled with goosebumps.

“Don’t let her hide from her shame, Chisaki. Hold her up so we can see.”

Chisaki hesitates, then curls his fingers over your upper arm and drags your torso up off the desk to display your naked chest to the boss and the rest of the Shie Hassaikai. Your head lolls forward and then rolls back onto his shoulder, your damp back flush against the fabric of his shirt.

The position is a little more awkward, and he has to tilt his hips to the side a little to push back into you. On the other hand, it seems like he’s hitting your g-spot at a better angle judging by the way your pussy is twitching around his length.

“Ch…Chisaki,” you whimper, only to wince and snap your eyes shut when the name earns a suggestive whoop from one of the men watching you.

“Aw baby, you gonna beg him?” Rappa asks, voice a mocking growl. You flinch and Chisaki can feel how tense you are. The muscles in your arms go rigid as you try to jerk out of his grip.

Another thrust has you squeaking out a high-pitched moan. “Fuck yeah, make ‘er scream,” someone calls out, but Chisaki ignores it in favor of rocking deeper into you, careful to slide his thick cockhead against your g-spot. This time you’re barely able to keep your voice down, but you can’t conceal the muscles in your pussy pulsating over him.

It feels good, doesn’t it? he wants to ask you, but he knows he can’t. It’s not supposed to feel good for you. You’re supposed to be…reflecting on your mistake or something. When he’s balls deep in your pussy, it’s hard to keep track of what kind of atonement this is supposed to be.

“I see you’re once again capable of speech, (Y/N),” the Boss says, silencing the other Shie Hassaikai members. This time, however, Chisaki can’t bring himself to stop fucking you long enough to let his benefactor speak uninterrupted. The Boss doesn’t seem to mind, though, as he continues— “Enlighten us as to why we’re watching Chisaki bed you.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Chisaki can see your chin tip forward so you’re looking hesitantly at the Boss. Your face is so red, but you manage to form words despite your embarrassment. “P-P-Punishment… Instead of y-yubitsume, I’m being—being punished…”

Yubitsume. The yakuza ritual of cutting off one’s own pinky finger at the first knuckle to make recompense for an insult or injury committed against the organization, a mutilation that not only increases difficulty of combat and manual labor but also brands the afflicted with a public stigma. By tradition, yubitsume is the appropriate penalty for the crime you perpetrated, but your quirk makes it impossible. No blade can pierce your skin.

This—getting fucked by Chisaki while the Shie Hassaikai watches—was suggested as a substitute method of apology. There were other alternatives, other ways to exact retribution on your body (you may not bleed, but you can certainly bruise…and break). This method was almost a kindness, or at least that’s how the Boss had explained it to you until you reluctantly agreed.

Still, as the men who used to see you as a fellow (an equal, even) now jeer at you and call for Chisaki to fuck that little slut harder, he has to wonder whether this is really the kinder option.

“And what are you being punished for?” the Boss asks.

“I-I did something wrong—uhn!” You snatch a betrayed glance at Chisaki as his arm snakes around so he can grope at your breast and pinch your nipple between two fingers. “I—! Brought p-police, to the Shie Hassaikai…”

Chisaki knows better than the rest of them how minor your crime was. The transgression had nothing to do with them, and it would have happily gone unpunished had you not been caught by the authorities. The yakuza might care little about petty lawbreaking, but your real offense had been attracting the attention of the cops. They’d been lucky to get away without a thorough inspection. Now you’re paying the price for your carelessness.

“Good. As all of you know, I have no wish to treat (Y/N) too harshly. Chisaki…finish her off.”

There it is. This may be your atonement, but Chisaki’s aware that he’s being punished as well. He’s the one who brought you to the organization, and so your wrongdoing is partially his responsibility. The Boss knows how much Chisaki would usually hate this…having to touch someone’s bare flesh so intimately and so publicly. He’s getting hives just thinking about being in this position with someone else.

But it’s not someone else. It’s you. You with your untouchable skin, so clean and soft. You with your tight, hot pussy swallowing every inch of his cock so nicely. For the first time since he can remember, he half-wishes he were wearing less clothing just so he could feel you…and every second he’s inside you he regrets putting on a condom more.

And now he’s got the Boss’s blessing to make you cum on his cock. Chisaki’s hand drops from your breast down to your pussy and his index finger swirls around your clit. You gasp and cry out (much to the appreciation of the men watching), and Chisaki has to bite down on a growl of his own as your innards clamp down on him.

You’re probably close to cumming already. No, no, you’re definitely close. Even with no direct stimulation to your clit until now, Chisaki’s been fucking you for ages. All that friction over your g-spot has taken you right up to your edge, and it’s not going to take much more to push you over.

You’re already pulsing around him intermittently in rhythm with the pads of his fingers teasing your clit. The pressure of your pussy fluttering around every ridge and vein on his cock is excruciating, so fucking good that he can barely remember that the two of you are being watched. The other gang members are getting louder in their bawdy commentary of the pornographic scene playing out in front of them, but Chisaki tunes it out in favor of focusing on the way your shallow breaths meet the tempo of his thrusts.

With you draped over his chest, he barely has to adjust his position to push his masked face into the juncture of your neck and shoulder so he can nuzzle up and lick you through the stiff fabric. You shudder—ugh, do that again, he thinks—and your hips writhe weakly, trying to increase the stimulation of his hand on your clit. You’re about to cum, and so is Chisaki, but he carefully steers his hips to control both your reactions and his. When he pulls out of you he’s slow, tender, making sure you feel empty without him, but when he pushes back in he does it in a quick snap that stretches you out paired with a rough dab at your clit.

You’re coming apart in front of him, not even bothering to be quiet anymore. “Chisaki…Chisaki, I—I’m cumming!” you cry out, trying not to pay attention to all of the Shie Hassaikai egging you on and telling you what a good little whore you are. Your orgasm has your pussy sucking down on Chisaki’s cock, even tighter than before, like your body is instinctively trying to milk the cum out of him.

Goddamnit… Yeah, he’s not going to last for another minute with you clamping down on him like that. As soon as Chisaki’s sure you’re cumming so hard you’re barely coherent, he drops you gracelessly back down onto the desk so he can grab up your hips and fuck his last few pumps into you as savagely as possible. His fingers dig into your ass deeply enough that he’d be drawing blood if not for your quirk, and when the heat building in his cock spills over he holds you perfectly still despite your attempts to squirm away from him so that you feel him jerk and cum between your throbbing walls.

“(Y/N)…good, good girl,” he pants out as he gives a couple more shallow thrusts for good measure. Well, huh. That’s the first thing he’s said since he started fucking you.

When it’s too uncomfortable to stay inside for a second longer, Chisaki pulls out and tugs the filthy condom off, ties it, and drops it in the trash. He needs a shower…and something to wipe off on, but at the moment neither are available to him so he has to tuck himself back into his pants without cleaning up. Disgusting. Even though it’s just his own cum dirtying him, his skin is still crawling at the thought of it.

“Good work, Chisaki,” says the Boss, rising to his feet to leave. “You can clean up after her.”

Emboldened past their usual limits by what they just witnessed, the other men guffaw and taunt you as they follow the Boss out. Setsuno reaches out to slap your ass as he exits, but Chisaki stops him with a hand on his wrist. His hold isn’t painful, but the threat is clear.

If you touch her, you’re going to lose more than a pinky.

“R-Relax, Chisaki,” Setsuno stammers. “Hands off. I get it.”

Chisaki almost corrects him, almost tells Setsuno to call him by the right name—Overhaul. But the Boss isn’t quite out of earshot yet, and it wouldn’t do for him to hear. So he just lets Setsuno go. The rest of the men give the two of you a wide berth as they file out, although your pert little ass still gets a few lecherous glances as they leave.

And then it’s just you and him. You roll over onto your back and sit up on the desk. “…Chisaki? You don’t have to clean up, I’ll do it.”

How docile of you. You really are apologetic. To be honest, Chisaki should still be angry—you almost caused a lot of trouble for the Shie Hassaikai, and what with the plans he has in mind, getting the authorities to look a little closer at them could ruin everything. He shouldn’t be keeping a risk like you around, especially considering the Boss doesn’t usually let him play with you the way he’d like to.

But the Boss isn’t going to be the one making decisions for much longer. And until he’s out of the picture, Chisaki can’t wait for you to slip up again.

#Chisaki Kai x reader #Overhaul x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #Chisaki x reader #this went in a kinda different direction than requested #hope that’s okay #mha x reader #Chisaki Kai #Overhaul #bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia imagines #mha #my hero academia #mha imagines #my hero academia imagines #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #dubcon #smut #tw dubcon

[gryffindorkxdraws]

Want to start off by saying that I love your mind! I was hoping to get your opinion on: what is it in jackunzel that makes it feel so right?

EDIT: changed a few things ehe

ngl i found this challenging cus it made me think of how the answer would vary per person (yeah i went there idk why sdjkknds) so lemme get logical for a sec here haha

what exactly is the definition of “feel right”? 

to make someone feel relaxed and comfortable, as merriam-webster states

simple as that, right? but wait there’s more

what makes something/someone go under that category? 

now from there it expands because there are so many ways of answering that with everyone having different opinions and mindsets.

fair warning before we push on, this is going to get messy (like a word vomit) with how i’m just going to pour out everything i can think off, but just know i really like this question hence the, uh, mess? lmao

so back to your question, what is it in jackunzel that makes it feel so right?

in one POV, it could be because of how rapunzel and jack represent the sun and the moon respectively, making them two contrasting sides who shouldn’t collide and yet, against all odds and opposing forces that would come between them, they did. 

and we can bet on the fact that they fought hard/struggled for it, depending on how fanfic writers play with it (reminds of this sun/moon au that sold me to this trope lmao).

just because others said it’s impossible or it’s against whatever, why should they listen to the “norm?” what even is considered “normal,” when the two can explore so much more of what they could be missing from life after stepping out of others’ shadows?

i just love sun/moon dynamics. i’m obsessed lmao i read the ones below somewhere and idk where but it’s been living in my head rent free and i can’t escape it tho feel free to correct me about any of these symbol topic!

like the Sun, thoughtful and full of energy to share with everyone, is connected with one’s self and known to, yeah, radiate warmth or light. it also symbolizes firmness, strength and power. oh and life too i guess?

while the Moon, subtle but full of mysteries and wonders, can also get emotional and sway others to be more nurturing. cus like it also symbolizes calmness, beauty, and nurture. plus eternity and enlightenment?

the list goes on if we head into more of what it both symbolize, but when these two celestial bodies get together, masculine and feminine energies unite. the Sun gives out life, while the Moon cultivates it.

i have no idea where i’m going but moving on

maybe it’s that taste of rebellion with going against the authorities/society/rules/of what has always been set to find out who they’re meant to be or, y’know, finding their identity without the shackles of others (like jack learning he has the potential to be a guardian and embracing it in his own time, and rapunzel realizing she’s the lost princess and works hard to be a good one), 

or there’s something about the mystery that follows the other because they’ve never met anyone quite like them (like exploring a world they’ve never set foot on), 

or finding all the good and bad in each other and in their differences, but still loving the other for who they are, 

or what one lacks the other makes up for it and vice versa. with or without them realizing they can help each other grow to be a better version of themselves.

opposites attract who are bound to be full of surprises.

but on the contrary, they could also be two peas of a pod. aight this definitely goes against what i said above with all the opposites and stuff, but hear me out.

while they grew up and learned how to cope with life differently, they somehow still share the same sentiments when it comes to, for example, reaching their goals. 

they have their own way to go about it, sure, but my point is they can reach a common ground better together compared when they’re with others.

like rapunzel with the lanterns, and jack with his memories. at first, one hesitated and wavered, while the other disagreed and pulled away. it was only after they saw a chance/realized this was it that they agreed in a heartbeat

they ultimately made the choice of diving in head first regardless of their initial thoughts in the first place. kinda like the moment they realized they can be a step closer to what they’ve been yearning for their whole life 

bam, out of the way, they’re coming through lmao

not only that, but they can also be soft, gentle, understanding despite rapunzel’s spontaneuosness and jack’s mischievousness. we’ve seen them interacting with children and they’re so good at lifting their spirits up to have some fun and that there will always be a tomorrow.

and with their peers too. rapunzel lights up even the darkest of rooms, may it be like fireworks to bring joy or a campfire to warm one’s heart. jack meanwhile keeps things light when everyone else feels tense, easing others to relax and remember there’s always a way out

don’t forget the way they both sacrifice themselves for who they care for. like, they just do that, putting others first before them. that scene of saving eugene and baby tooth aaahhhhdjhdskdjkbkfjdkjf

and when everything comes crashing down and the world feels heavy on their shoulders, they both know they’re not alone with the other there for them.

maybe it’s the mutual understanding they have for each other after opening up, and finding a friend/partner/home through the connection they made together,

or they could be a push and pull that leads them to showing an unexpected side of the other, but in reality they always had it in them and all they needed was someone to show the way,

or how they complement each other, but they’re not two halves of a whole, no, rather they’re already whole themselves and they only reminded each other that they are,

or it’s simply because they don’t feel the need to put up walls or anything of the likes, because they know that no matter what they’ll be accepted for who they are.

opposites who have so much more in common than they originally thought

in another POV it could be because of how they give such partners in crime vibe. lowkey or highkey, take your pick. nothing would stop them from moving forward to a new tomorrow, or honestly whatever it is they put their minds to. 

and i am here for that

like i said in one of my posts, “They were a magnet for trouble, with the Sun being a free-spirited and vivacious fellow, and with the Moon’s knack for mischief and being a rebel without cause.” 

while both are adventurous, ready to explore whatever is out there, all the while just wanting to have some fun, they still balance each other out.

with jack usually ready to do what he needs/wants to do (which helps rapunzel to trust her gut and take the risk. that he’ll be there for her whenever she’s ready to step out of her comfort zone and jump away from her tower)

and with rapunzel knowing how to handle sticky situations properly (which reminds jack that not everything has to be done harshly and abruptly. that while freezing someone could be fun, it won’t solve things in the long run)

am i making sense? idek but you’re stuck with me lol but before i forget and i can’t believe i just remembered now. the way they can help fill in on what the other is missing 

rapunzel wants to see the world, what goes out there, with the people, society, and history i feel. and jack can take her to wherever she wants to go. hell, he’ll even surprise her and bring her to places he’d think she’ll like.

with his experiences, he’s bound to have an endless list of plans for them to go through and it’s no surprise that she’ll love it, and (him) his gesture, nonetheless

jack wants to be noticed by others, to be seen and heard for who he is. and rapunzel is such a welcoming person that she accepts him wholeheartedly. give him the love he was deprived of for years. 

reassure him that even he has a place to call home because why would he be excluded from that? he deserves it just as much as she and everyone else does

also i like to think they brainstorm ideas together

maybe it’s how they’re both game for an adventure, sudden or not, and this makes it easy for them to team up together and take on the world

or the feeling of familiarity as they click and everything flows naturally to them, where nothing is forced or uncomfortable between them

or how it’s like they can hold on to each other, knowing the other won’t let go no matter what because they’ll always have each other through the ups and downs

or it’s in their shared smiles, mischievous sparks in their eyes, moving together to the music of their synchronized heartbeats, as they step forward to the vast unknown

finding the ‘one’ who understands them inside out that they feel at home with them

i’ve said so many things and threw out so many brain rot, but what exactly is my final answer? 

it’s simple: who knows? now before you toss me aside, and i hope not lmao, lemme just say even with that kind of final verdict, you can still find beauty in it. 

you see, there’s so much more to explore and delve into with jackunzel because of their potential, that i don’t want to make a set answer for your question. i’d rather much help you, and anyone else wondering, to come to an answer yourself and maybe even share/discuss it with others.

i’m running out of brain juice, but i at least hope this helped satisfy your curiosity behind your question since this is all i can give… for now, maybe? who knows lmao 

tho i’ll be honest and admit i based these on how i feel about jackunzel. so if ever someone else out there wants to add more points they thought of, feel free to add on this

#rotbtd #jackunzel #rise of the brave tangled dragon #the big four #jack frost and rapunzel #jack frost #rapunzel corona #holy hell what possessed me to type a damn essay lmao #my writing

[burnedbyshoto]

villain!Uraraka Ochako

a/n: so a little backside, villain!uraraka happens because she can not help with her parents expenses fast enough, so she heads to the villains in search of help because the heroes don’t want to help...

SFW:

A = Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Villain uraraka is a teaser. She’s very affectionate or not at all. Ultimately it falls on to however she’s feeling

B = Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

If you’re a goody-two-shoes, it’s sticking by her side through all the bad. She underestimated your ability to stick around

If you’re a villain too, honestly there’s something sadistically wonderful about you committing a large crime for her.

C = Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

She’s a fucking cat. You want cuddles, she won’t give it to you. But the second you need to get going or are now busy, she’s suddenly in your arms cooing and being loving.

D = Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

The perfect crime lol jk she wants to eventually settle down with you where she’s no longer reliant on her villainous lifestyle to keep herself and you in a steady financial setting

E = Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

She acts like she could give less than a fuck, but she cares a lot, so much

F = Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

It’s the only time she’ll be super soft with you. She’ll hold you close, have your head buried into her chest as she whispers about how she’ll never let anything fucking hurt you ever again if they want to live

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

She will give you whatever she finds off the streets. Villain!uraraka is crazy about what she buys, it is why she became a villain after all, so she gifts you small things that are nice!

She won’t say no to a present, but just give her mochi

H = Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

She’ll hug you! Just… not that often

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Can be romantic, but doesn’t be romantic often. Has issues with intimacy but nothing too prohibiting that will keep her from loving you when needed.

J = Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Jealous ass motherfucker. She will fight anyone who stares at you suggestively, she doesn’t care at all.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Isn’t one for making out unless jealous. She is into the soft pecks and slow kisses that last under five seconds, she doesn’t want to build that intimacy ya feel? And if she goes a day without kissing you (given that the two of you see each other) there’s something wrong

L = Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

She won’t say it first, and even if she is in love with you after you say it to her, don’t expect a response until 7 months later. She says it on occasion, mostly when she feels at loss.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

Wants to be an older couple getting married, like in her 40’s with her life of crime. It’ll be super small, just the two of you and the closest of friends.

N = Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

She enjoys at home dinner dates with the candle lit experience and a bottle of wine between the two of you.

O = Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

Won’t show pda in public unless necessary. While she’s not ashamed of her pathway in life, she doesn’t want people connecting you to her for blackmail

P =Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Is a teasing almost mean person in the relationship, like you know she’s not being serious but… there are times where its like… okay… 

Q = Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

Asks for opinions in the way where you think its about hypothetical. Unless you press hard on it, she won’t give you hers.

R = Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Its very spontaneous or super predictable. Uraraka becomes more spontaneous when danger lurks, so you’ve associated spontaneity with bad things...

S = Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

She’ll sleep with her mittened hand touching you, but always wakes up to find herself ontop of you

T = Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

She trusts you with her life, hands down. She won’t admit it, but its true

U = Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)

She does a lot of little things that you initially pass over. She leaves enough water in the kettle for you to use, cereal never runs out, and how she cleans the place when you’re unable to. She does a lot of small things that you don’t notice until she’s gone for weeks and suddenly you realize that for the first time ever you’re having to figure out where the stored paper towels are

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

A long ass time, so so so long. Probably around three years together does she finally let you see parts of her that you didn’t know existed.

When she’s in this state it sort of scares you; she’s not a big crier but she’s so empty and broken looking...

W = Wild Card (Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

She really wants to raise kids with you, but has no idea how to ask you about it, nor does she feel ready to bring up a kid with her lifestyle

X = X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Takes care of you in a super tsundere way

“You hurt yourself idiot.” 

“I didn’t see i was walking into the pole…”

“And guess who needs to fucking watch over you now!”

Kinda pampers you ngl

Y = Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Hates complaining about her villain ways, she informed you beforehand, so if you complain about it she goes a bit feral

Z = Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

Not super passionate but is never ever going to deny any sort of love from you as long as you initiate it during a time she can handle it

NSFW:

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Super duper sleepy, you’re the one really in charge of cleaning up, but she makes sure to tell you that she appreciates it when you wipe come off her legs

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Is a tits girl because she really loves how weightless they seem when she’s tribbing into your clit

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Loves smearing your come against your thighs, like for some reason after the two of you come, she’ll drag herself against your inner thigh. There’s something so great about seeing her slick against your leg

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wants to watch someone fuck you in front of her one day. To see you whining and sobbing due to someone elses manipulation wishing it was her.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not that experienced, and she’s very awkward in the beginning despite her attempt to hide it with a dominatrix persona. It takes a few months, but she will learn how to do things correctly

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

She loves tribbing you, it’s the best way to watch your tits bounce around

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Not humorous at all, is very very serious. 

The only time she laughs in bed is a clear sign to you that you’re in trouble...

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Is sorta trimmed, the tiniest bit bushy down there because she doesn’t have the time to properly keep it up

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Sex is the one place where she is intimate. Sex to her isn’t something you throw around even if she sleeps around to gather information, but with you, it’s special and intimate so you better be fully into it as well

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Will masturbate when the two of you go weeks without seeing each other. It’s always while you’re on the phone with her, and she can’t help but feel the need to touch herself as you talk happily about your day

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

She’s a dom in bed: torture play, definitely fucking you while weightless, exhibitionism, cuckholding, blindfolds

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In your bed because your mattress is so soft and you have a trillion pillows and it makes everything so much nicer as it gets kinkier 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Her vital need to see you turning into jelly because of her manipulation, she loves seeing your eyes cross, face red, panting, and drooling

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Roleplay. She doesn’t like it especially as most role play dichotomy focuses around good and bad and well, she doesn’t want to be reminded of that in the bedroom.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

She will give you the best oral. She doesn’t like receiving it at all though, something about how she doesn’t like the sensation.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and somehow sensual. She’s gotten really good at figuring out what exactly to do to make you scream her name, but it’s sensual. It makes your face heat in up in the raw intimacy she has while fucking you into the next millennium

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

She loves slamming you into a small closet and finger fucking you while on route to somewhere important! As long as no one sees you going into the closet she’ll mark you in there with no regret.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

She’s very into experimenting. Always trying to figure out what works best between the two of you, but once you hit the area of your sex life you two very much love, experimenting fades out but returns every so often just to keep the two of you on your toes

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Can last two rounds at most, she just gets so tired from fucking

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Her favorite toy to use is the double-ended dildo because she knows how to manipulate it to give you all the pleasure despite the two of you having bought it so that you both could feel good under your request, but no, uraraka knows her way around it

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Only when she’s upset will she tease or when it involves a new thing you two are trying, other than that she’s very direct.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Its soft noises. Not that loud, but if they’re heard no one would think she’s possibly having sex. It’s the weirdest most alluring thing ever.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The best sex the two of you had was when you both got high one night, the two of you went four rounds together and came so many times that your bodies were sore for the remainder of the week

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants/shirts, picture or words)

She’s a smaller cup. B-cup at best. Her nipples are a soft shade of pink and they look weightless as an effect of her quirk, but they’re actually quite dense.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Is a very “depending on her mood” type of lover. Some weeks you will fuck fifteen times in seven days, and others she’ll hold your hand once. Very dependent on what’s going on.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Takes her 2 minutes to pass out. It exhausts her so much that you always will tease her for it.

#uraraka x reader #uraraka ochako #uraraka ochacho #uraraka ochaco x reader #uraraka ochako x reader #bnha writing blog #bnha #uraraka headcanons #uraraka smut #bnha x reader #bnha uraraka #mha #mha x reader #mha headcanons #mha uraraka #burnedbyshoto 2000 follower event

[auspice-of-echoes]

hi! >:) 🍂 what makes the clans different from eachother? describe some of the cats in each of the clans. 🏵️ what’s the main plot?🌻 what subplots will take place?

>:)!!!!

OOF this got long! its under the cut

🍂 what makes the clans different from eachother?

NGL IM MAKING AN ENTIRE SLIDESHOW ABT THIS GHGJGHJ. heres the main points:

ivyclan smells like fresh-cut grass and their hours are 9am-9pm. they heavily worship ivystar and all the leaders, believing that they, and their descendants, are very wise and powerful cats. they believe in things like zodiacs, cloud-watching and predicting the weather based on prey behavior. they can dig.

flameclan smells like char and their hours are 11am-11pm. they are not very religious at all, and instead believe more in the warrior code, and follow that more strictly than anything starclan could give them. they dont believe in any weird psudeo stuff that ivyclan does & prefer to make Real Observations With Proven Methods. they can start fires & weave (which is a skill stolen from cloverclan)

describe some of the cats in each of the clans.

i’ll describe some leaders!

🌿 ivystar is a hard-headed and quick-witted young cat. she’s very impulsive and jumps to conclusions pretty quickly, and doesnt like giving cats second chances. when done wrong, ivy feels the need to get as far away from the cat who harmed her as she can. she feels the need to protect any and all cats who she doesnt believe can protect themselves.

🔥 flamingstar is sweeter and more emotional. hes a big ol chatterbox & will probably sob if ur mean to him.

🍀 cloverstar will beat u up if ur mean to her. she doesnt speak very much and more so speaks thru actions. she didnt want to be leader, but some cats did, so she stepped up to the role without a sour word about it. (though, if she could go back in time, she would let the third clan be dustclan)

🌿 milkstar is a rude lady. she’s kind of a mastermind, who pretends to be all sweet and emotional on the outside, calls you honey & shit, but will force her powerhouses into doing her dirtywork. milkstar never felt bad abt her actions until she saw finchstar’s ghost & pebblewing’s teeth.

🔥 stoatstar is also rude, though he commits his own crimes. unlike milkstar, he Does care about a few cats, noteably mallowheart & brindlestar. he didnt feel bad about chasing out cloverclan.. ever. he felt even less reason to be when his son got put in charge of his clan >:)

🍀 finchstar was the last cloverclan leader. she was very young and didnt know how to deal with her clans fate, at all. she lead her clan far far away to the tune of being called fraidstar, and continued to mope around until she died. when she finally keeled over she realized just how much she fucking dispiced stoat & moonstar, and started haunting pebblewing to do her dirtywork. why were all the leaders kinda shitty around this time

🌿 willowstar is doing a pretty good job, i think. hes an introvert and will try to sort out fights with words instead of claws if he so can. he doesnt like fighting at all (he got his name, willowgaze, because he could look at a problem and very quickly figure out how to peacefully solve it)

🔥 cypress-star will kick ur ass, no matter who you are. he usurped his own father and he’d do it again if he had to. he and willowstar are best friends and always have been and if their clans are in conflict, they will try to sort it out w words - but if it even starts going south you better believe cypress-star is prepping the battle patrol.

🏵️ what’s the main plot?

each story has a different one but im not sure each one rly interacts w the others so.. im not sure there Is a main plot.

the main plot of the.. Two Name Times (ivystar’s rise & fang’s promise) is against sandy shore & remnants, as well as shardclowder and overall proving the clans can hold their own.

the main plot of the Redstrike Times (redstrike’s blood, not rly duskpaw’s death but its in the bg & settingswirl’s One) is against starless skies, lots of cats are manipulated by the starless cats and fight against the clans.. i think beam & wingheart’s campaign to defeat the clans was the most successful. 

🌻 what subplots will take place?

uhhhh not v many are fleshed out. but heres some rapid fire ones

hummingsong & thimblestreak destory their exbf

cloverclan gets kicked out of the forest and eventually reforms into a different clowder. the cloverclan ancestors that left all those moons ago get brought back.

The FlameClan Revolt which is weird to think abt as a subplot bc thats just What Happens in cypresstail’s storm

driftskip avoiding murder charges for several years, ig!

icewhisker fucks a pet

i pulled a leafpool w newtspots & dustfeather and they get found out the same way

nectarpaw solving duskpaw’s murder which is also weird bc thats just duskpaw’s death

#scythe ur so cool.. ty #fuck i dont wanna tag all these guys FGHJHGHGFGHJ #auspice of echoes

[ollie-oxen-free]

Fucking FanFiction.net, Man

Thanks to @crushingonsans for tagging me in this because hot damn if this wasn’t fun to do. mine aren’t as good, but whatever. there’s only so much a man can do :’c

Razz (SFS)

Fell (UFP)

Lust (ULS)

Pink (ULP)

Sans (UTS)

Error

Blue (USS)

Papyrus (UTP)

Stretch (USP)

Red (UFS)

Slim (SFP)

Ink

-(1) and (7) are in a happy relationship until (7) dumps (1) for (9). (1), brokenhearted, goes on one date with (11), has an unhappy breakup with (12), then follows the wise advice of (5) and finds true love with (3).

Razz and Blue are in a happy relationship until Blue dumps Razz for Stretch. Razz, brokenhearted, goes on one date with Slim, has an unhappy breakup with Ink, then follows the wise advice of Sans and finds true love with Lust.

I mean…… I don’t know man,,,,.,.,. I was excited for a split second with the rottenberry and then it fucked me over (although i do like razz/lust)

-If you wrote a Song-fic about Eight, what song would you choose?

(Papyrus)

he he

I’ve had this one for a while in all honesty.

-3 told you that she will soon be getting married to 2. What is your reaction?

(Lust, Fell) 

*looks at crush and fresh’s roommate bros rp* cool

-When was the last time you read a fic about Five?

(Sans) 

Hmm i mean,..,., idk man its hard to find a good fic with this character in it, he’s just so rare i mean.,.,

-6 kidnapped you, why is this?

(Error) 

Hey crush, we both got kidnapped by Error, high five! also it’s probably bc im very gay, ngl

-Does anyone on your friends list consider Three hot?

(Lust) 

I mean some people may be in denial about it but im pretty sure that everyone thinks that he’s hot lmfao

-If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what warning would it have?

(Razz, Error, Ink) 

In all honesty if i did it would be Razz getting kidnapped by Error for being a “glitch of a glitch” so maybe kidnapping? Though it would probably involve a lot of memes and bad humor too so maybe not too much bad? Mostly just Razz being annoyed that the supposed god-like beings of the mulitverse fight and argue like little children.

-6 is extremely pissed off about something, why is this? And what will you do?

(Error) 

He’s always angry so im not gonna ever grace this one with a response.

-Five/Nine or Five/Ten?

(Sans/Stretch or Sans/Red) 

the second, definitely the second one, im glad at least something in this fucking nightmare is normal, jesus shit

-You and 9 get trapped in an elevator together. What happens? And who are the other random people with you two?

(Stretch) 

I swear to god if i hear one more pun about elevators i will not hesitate to kill myself

-Would 2 and 6 make a good couple?

(Fell, Error) 

,,,,.,.,.,.,..,,.,.no.

-8 confessed to be a part of your family.

(Papyrus) 

welcome home, son

-4 and 5 are having an argument. Why is this?

(Pink, Sans)

“Stop teaching my bro how to make sexy spaghetti!”

“Well, it’s that or how to be successful in the royal harem. Which would you prefer?”

“I’m tired of finding condoms in my pasta, do whatever the hell you want.”

-Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff?

(Razz, Papyrus) 

i think i read a fic about it before once, but it was less fluff and more Paps calling Razz out for his shit or something of the like

-2 writes you a love song, plays it for you, and then kisses you on the cheek.

(Fell) 

you’re drunk, go home buddy

-What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve kissing?

(Blue, Fell, Ink) 

I mean i like to think that when Blue walks in on anyone kissing he immediately begins to critique their form and then rates their passion on a scale of one to ten, so take that as you will

-Do you think Four is hot?

(Pink) 

yes

-7 cooked you dinner.

(Blue) 

oh thank god, a night where i dont have to eat cold ravioli from a can or undercooked ramen god bless

-Suggest a title for Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic?

(Blue/Ink) 

The Colors We Show

-9 and 1 accidentally get hooked up on a dating website and are forced to go on a date together.

(Stretch, Razz) 

They both take one look at each other and then immediately run away, Razz going “to the bathroom” and Stretch jumping out of the nearest window. Blue and Slim are sitting in the bushes outside the restaurant and wondering just how their plan went this wrong.

-8 gets angry and starts cussing at 6 very loudly. 7 is watching it all and is interested…but why is this?

(Papyrus, Error, Blue) 

Papyrus is cussing. End of story.

-Do you recall any fics about 9?

(Stretch) 

*looks at the huge fucking pile about Stretch being a creepy fucker* yea, im aware of a few of them

-You are about to do something that will make you feel very embarrassed. Will 9 comfort you?

(Stretch) 

this bitch would encourage me to do it, honestly

-Does anyone on your friends list read 3?

(Lust) 

i mean, we all have our guilty pleasures. Read: of fucking course.

-Would anyone one of your friends list write about Two/Four/Five?

(Fell, Pink, Sans) 

i have never seen this and thinking about it gives me a headache. Maybe Galli would? They’re all about rarepairs (and they’re also really great too so go check them out)

-You’re lying on the beach peacefully, and then you turn your head to see 1, 2, and 9, by the water wearing speedos.

(Razz, Fell, Stretch) 

*discreetly pulls out my phone and takes a picture*

-It’s storming outside and 4 allowed you to stay with her at her place until it blows over. And your reaction to this kind gesture is?

(Lust) 

Put your dick back in your pants I’m walking home in this fucking tornado, bitch.

-Have you read a 6 / 11 fanfic before?

(Error, Slim) 

No, and i never want to

-5 wakes you up in the middle of the night.

(Sans) 

go the fuck to sleep you bitch, i hate you and your fucking off-kilter sleeping habits

-1 asks to talk to you privately. When you are both alone, he admits to you that he is gay.

(Razz) 

no.,..,.,? really.,..,, wow i,..,.,,., never would have,.,.,.,., guessed

-5 gave you a teddy bear.

(Sans) 

it has a sound box in it so that every time you squeeze it, the bear makes a fart noise. Thanks, sans

-You and 10 go out for a picnic. Everything is peaceful until 2 crashes it by showing up and inviting you to go hang out at a cafe. Would you go with 2 or stay with 10?

(Red, Fell) 

,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,..,,,..,......i mean,,..,.,.,..,.,..,.,.,.dont make me answer this, im passing

-1 walked in on you while you were showering. What is your reaction?

(Razz) 

i mean i’d be cool bc this shit happens all the time with my housemates, but im honestly not sure how well Razz would react

-What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?

(Ink, Papyrus) 

*megalovania playing in the distance* *paperjam quietly cursing bc “for fucks sake, not again, hope you dont abandon this kid too”*

-You catch 10 looking at questionable material on the internet.

(Red) 

*google search bar is open with the history being just the word “tiddy” 278 times*

-Make up a summary of a 3/10 fanfic.

(Lust/Red) 

“Red had picked him up off the street, one time, just looking for a night of fun. His Boss didn’t approve of his escapades, of course, but when you’re the center of a crime ring, not much you do is ever approved of. He’d become accustomed to seeing the scantily-clad skeleton walking the streets, a sultry gaze and ecto-body formed, letting himself be pulled and used in any way for a wad of cash. Maybe that was why he was so surprised to be walking past a flowershop one day and seeing the guy standing in the window, smelling a large bouquet. Cleaned up, not covered in various fluids of previous customers and dirt from when he was rejected and thrown against the ground, he looked really, really cute.

Fuck. Boss was gonna kill him.”

And now i want to write/read it. Great. I’m already swamped with shit so if anyone wants to pick this up then feel welcome

-All the listed characters get into a very epic and all-out battle. Who will be the last one standing?

*papyrus standing over eleven other unconscious bodies* “NYEH!”

-7 is having relationship problems, 4 tries to help him out but her advice isn’t helpful. Your thoughts about this predicament?

(Blue, Pink)

“I don’t think that I’m the best at making Sexy Spaghetti.”

“Then try making, erm, Tantalizing Tacos!”

“I don’t think that’s the best idea either.”

-Do any of your friends write or draw Eleven?

(Slim) 

I mean.,,., not really.,.,.,., my poor meme-ing son doesn’t get enough love, imo. There’s a few fics abt him, but not a lot where he’s extremely prominent.

#stupid txt #this was fun tho #i feel my middle schooler phase coming through with a vengance

[howlingbarnes]

Yuanfen - Part 6

Characters - Bucky x Reader, Steve - tons of Steve

Word Count - 2374

Warnings - Angst

A/N - This part got away from me, it's mainly about Steve ngl. I swear this series has its own mind. Please dont hesitant to tell me what you think! This is an AU. 缘分 (Yuanfen) is a Chinese word that has no direct English translation and (roughly) means “A relationship that is brought together by a force such as destiny or fate.“

Yuanfen Masterlist

You walked up the steps to Steve’s front door, the loud click of your heels against the wood ringing in your ears as you neared the door.

Steve didn’t live like you. He lived out of the city, right in the suburbs in a cozy house that he’d bought just before you’d met. You didn’t understand how a single guy with no real family could function in a neighborhood like this. Each house was at least two stories, had a garage, a porch and a well-kept lawn. Some of Steve’s neighbors had basketball hoops attach to their garages, others had playground sets or pools in their backyards, signalling that they had children.

It was the kind of place where the all the kids would be called into their respective homes for dinner at the same time. They’d go inside and wash up before sitting down to a warm, home cooked meal with both of their parents and maybe a sibling or two. A table where they’d talk about their jobs and school as if they hadn’t just had the same conversations the previous day. Cookie cutter people living cookie cutter lives.

Then there was Steve. He sure looked like he belonged in this area; the way he dressed and carried himself helped him fit right in. However, he’d wake up way too early in the morning, before the mothers rose to get their children ready for school before setting off for work themselves - a few staying behind to tend to younger offspring. This is the time that Steve would set out of every day to casually jog “a few miles" as he calls it. He’d return back to his two story, three bedroom, two and a half bath to take a shower and get dressed in the clothes he’d neatly laid out the previous night. He always made sure that he smelled nice; a unique sweet-spicy scent that was specifically his. He’d commute to the city, making him one of the few people you knew that actually owned a car. He’d return home alone to a big, dark, empty house where he’d make himself a simple yet healthy dinner and hit the reset button.

The free time that Steve had, the only time that he really got to have a good time was spent with his friends. When many of them branched off, got married and started having kids, the time he spent with them changed. He’d stop by their homes for a beer and a game, playing the role of fun Uncle Steve to his friends’ children and maybe staying for dinner. He didn’t have a girlfriend and there was always a reason for that; he was either too busy or simply enjoyed being alone and drama-free.

That left you, though you had a business relationship, the two of you were still friends. Hell, he was your only friend at this point and you were content with that. Steve turned to you from time to time and when you weren’t attached to the little bubble you called home, you were partners in crime. Going on bar crawls from time to time, getting various meals and treats together around the city, and having movie nights with a couple pizzas and popcorn. Steve’s life was simple and predictable, he liked it that way but things were starting to change and he wasn’t sure of how much longer he could keep it from you.

Coming to a stop, you cleared your throat and lifted your fist to the door, you nearly punched Steve in the shoulder as it swung open without warning. He gripped your wrist and pulled you inside before wrapping his bulky arms around your shoulders in a tight hug. Steve hugged you often but there was a difference between his ‘hello' hugs and his ‘there's something wrong’ hugs. Judging by the way how hard he was pressing your body into his, something was up.

“Woah. Hey, Beefcake,” you yelping in surprise, slowly letting your palms smooth over the thin grey t-shirt he wore. You rubbed calming circles into his back, your brows knitting together in confusion as his massive frame held a subtle shiver that you wouldn’t have felt if he hadn’t had such a hold of you, “what’s wrong?”

You kept your voice low and leveled but just the sound of it alone was enough to make him give you a squeeze. It was as if he was drowning in his own darkness and you were his lifeline, his guardian angel sent to pull him from the turmoil and if he let go, he would fall back into the pit. He said nothing for a moment, letting his nose tickle the spot just behind your ear, a spot he claimed carried your natural scent. It relaxed his hold slightly, the tightly wound nerves in his belly starting to unwind, giving way to his emotions.

“Steve, wha-" you started to repeat your question, but instead received one in return.

“Do you think I’m a bad person, Y/N?” Steve muttered into the column of your neck, the heat from his breath sent a shiver coursing through your veins but the question itself left you perplexed.

Your hands trailed down to his waist where you pushed, creating space between your bodies until he was forced to allow you to hold him at arm’s length. You looked up at him, a stern expression settling on your face when you realized that he was avoiding eye contact. Dipping your head, you lifted his chin until his sapphire eyes finally locked with your own, fear crawling around within them as they blurred with tears that he tried desperately to hold in. This wasn’t your Big Guy, what you were looking at was a struggling man with something wicked eating away at his conscience.

“Why would you ask me that?” You couldn’t help the tremble in your tone; he was setting off your anxiety and it was starting to put an unmanageable weight on your chest. You’d never seen Steve like this before but instantly, it’d became a state that you never wanted to see him in again.

“Because I’ve been doing something horrible and,” he took a breath to steady himself, his eyes darting around the room as the tears fought their way down his cheeks, “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Steve,” his name left your lips in a hushed whisper as you used your pinky to brush away the tears that were starting to drip from his chin, “talk to me, what’s going on?”

“Y/N, I - I’m,” he shook his head, letting it fall forward. He couldn’t look at you he was afraid of what you would think of him, afraid of how you’d respond. Clearing his throat, Steve gathered the last bit of courage he had left before speaking again, “I’m having an affair.”

“What?” The disbelief and disappointment in your harsh whisper made Steve wince, a fresh batch of tears fell in line with the streaks lining his cheeks. “With who?”

“I can’t tell you,” he answered, shaking his head. With a sniffle, he lifted his head and met your stony glare, “I want to, but I can’t. It started out as something that I had to do but then I started to like it and now it’s just out of control. I don’t want this anymore but she has something on me and I just - I don’t know what to do!” His voice grew louder and more panicked with every word. He was shattering to piece right before your eyes and you didn’t know how to glue him back together. Steve was always there for you and you knew you had to do the same.

“It’s okay,” you mumbled, rubbing his up and down his arms as you attempted to soothe him, “what can I do?”

“Just, please stay with me tonight. I can’t be alone right now.”

You nodded at the request. After pulling off your coat, you took Steve’s hand in yours and lead him to the large, comfy couch in his living room. The line between business and personal was not only blurred, but completely erased as you leaned your back against the armrest and pulled Steve down to rest his head on your chest. You let him cry while you carded your fingers through his once neat, dirty blond hair. Silence hung in the air, save a few sniffles and sobs, as you let your hands work over his warm skin and muscles. You had never been good at calming others, you were always the damsel in a whirlwind of crippling depression but for once, you felt like the strong protector.

Sunlight melted through the soft curtains in Steve’s living room, letting you know that you had in fact fallen asleep. You weren’t sure when it happened but you figured it was the soft humming you did to relax Steve that put you out. Friendly fire.

You glanced around the house. It was just as pristine as the last time you’d been there, everything having its own place. Your eyes found the ceiling as you stretched under Steve’s weight. Normally, he’d be up long before this time but he managed to exhaust himself. It was understandable, you couldn’t imagine the mess he’d gotten himself into and as you studied his sleeping features, you wondered just why he would put himself into such a situation.

Though the outfit you wore the previous night was brand new, you couldn’t help but to feel gross after spending the night in it. Body heat creating a layer of sweat between the garments and your skin.

Doing your best not to wake Steve, you slipped from under him and tip toed up the stairs to his bedroom. It only took a minute or two to find a pair of sweats and a t-shirt to borrow before making your way to the bathroom. You opened the linen closet once you’d slowly pulled the door closed and sure enough, it was stocked with plush towels and washcloths, all of which were folded and organized.

“Like a normal fucking human,” you grumbled to yourself, remembering the awkward encounter you’d had just twenty-four hours prior.

After a hot shower, you slipped into Steve’s clothes and towel-dried your hair. Using the toothbrush that you’d left there forever ago after a movie binge sleepover, you brushed your teeth and tied your hair up into your signature ‘idgaf today’ messy bun.

When you finally got back downstairs, Steve was awake. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and he looked a bit better than he did last night. Wordlessly, he handed you one of the to-go cups he’d kept on his kitchen counter. You always wondered why he bought those things but in this instance, they came in handy. He was more practical than you could comprehend.

“I’ll give you a ride, I have to go into the city anyway.”

That was all Steve offered that morning until he pulled up to your building. The rest of the ride was wrapped in a comfortable silence. You were okay with that, you knew he appreciated your comfort and you weren’t exactly a woman of many words before twelve o’clock anyway.

“Thank you,” Steve sighed out as his car came to a stop in from of your apartment building. There were so many other words dancing through his mind, so many other forms of gratitude that he wanted to show but before he had a chance, you pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m always here for you, Beefcake.” You shot him a wink that coaxed a small smile from him before you stepped out of the car with your belongings in your hand. With a subtle wave, Steve pulled off.

Stepping off the elevator, you huffed a heavy sigh at the realization that you didn’t have a key to Bucky’s apartment. You trudged over to the door and knocked, though it only took a few seconds to open, it felt like you’d been standing there for hours.

“Hey,” you offered a greeting to Bucky. His expression was sour as he looked you up and down before scoffing and moving out of your way. “Who the hell pissed in your Cheerios?”

“You know what, Y/N?” He glared at you, arms folded across his chest. If looks could kill...well..you know. “If you didn’t want to hang out with me, you just had to say so and I would have let it be.”

“Bucky, what are you talking about?” The shock and confusion of his misplaced anger sent you into a panic.

“It’s James,” he retorted with a raised brow, “we’re not friends, remember? At least have the nerve to tell me that you’re going to ditch me for a booty call next time.”

With that, Bucky retreated to his room. The door slamming so hard behind him that it made you blink. His words left you standing there with your mouth hung open, mortified. Yet, for some reason, you couldn’t explain why your heart felt like it was breaking in your chest. Without permission, your legs carried you to Bucky’s bedroom door. You didn’t think, you just flung the door open and marched up to where he stood, making him freeze from the pacing he’d been doing.

“You don’t get to do that, okay?” You’d lost control of your emotions, and you weren’t sure of how to reign them back in, “I didn’t ditch you, I went to go help a friend that’s going through a really hard time and you took it upon yourself to pass judgement on me.” You could see Bucky’s hard expression start to waiver at your words. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; you don’t fuckin’ know me,” the last five words capitalize with a harsh poke to his muscular pec.

“Let me get to know you then, Y/N.” It was as if you were talking to someone else all of a sudden. Bucky’s features softened along with his voice, guilt and regret lining his tone. You were right and he knew that, something that made him get his emotions in check.

“Fuck you, James”

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