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gojofavho3 · 6 months

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Hi there i have a little Gojo req in mind; Gojo x male reader but reader is like,, taller than him, bigger yk? maybe a bit buffer, arms big enough to throw Gojo over his shoulder hehe. Maybe Gojo is infatuated by the idea of climbing on top of Reader and absolutely WRECKING himself on him 😍 alright okay that got out of hand i hope thats okay but ofc if not i understand and you can just ignore this req, but if you DO do the fic then i am FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT 🙏🏼

Heyyyyy, thanks for the request!!! Sorry to keep you waiting, I had a math test, so I had to put all my focus on that, and that shit was so easy mann

A/n: It probably won't be long, trying to discover other types of writing tbh, because my writing in English is not as good as my Portuguese yk? And dyslexic also doesn't help a lot

There aren't many people who are taller than gojo, At least that he knows personally

gojo is 1.90 centimeters tall, any taller than that you will have to bend down at doors

When you two started dating, he was the happiest man alive, there's is not much people close to him that live so long so, he tries his hardest to protect you and make u become more and more happy every day of your relationship

He just loves you too much

He lets you do anything with him, first time you put him in your shoulders he was surprised. he didn't know what to say or what to do, he was blushing so bad that even a rose couldn't be that red, he was caught off guard not using infinity. Eventually, he got used to and sometimes he doesn't use infinity so you can grab him and put him in your shoulders

He also loves the warmth of your body, especially when it comes to cuddling, he won't leave you alone, not even for one second. You being bigger then him and probably with a bigger chest, he will put his cheek on your chest and rub his cheek against your chest, very close to your nipples, all his problems in the world almost fade away in that state

And thats one of the reasons you have the so called the "strongest" on your dick rn!

" Satoru gojo desperate for a dick so bad. who would imagine?

The so "strongest!"... strongest hoe that's for sure "

The white hair has his cheeks red, red and red, he was on top of you, some of his sweat going to your stomach and pre cum too

In this angle the white moon made him look glorious, the shadow makes his blue eyes glowing like the stars.

It was a dark night, and a cold one too! With autumn the winds start to get stronger and stronger

And what's more warm to made two body's sweat than sex?

"c-can't you he-help me a little ah-awh!"

" nopee! You tied my hands, your the one who wanted so bad to do it alone "

Your hand points to your hands, tied up to the bed by Satoru with one of his blindfolds

He pouts, but continues to go up and down on your fat cook

Every time he goes down he lets out a moan and whimpers, closing his eyes shut tight with his head looking up

Up Up Up Up Up

Down Down Down down down

He goes down and sucks your nipples until it becomes red and purple, he loves hearing you whimpering and creaming, he could feel you getting more close in the seconds

Sometimes he letted it leave his hole put he slip it back again, with the most care in the world

He stopped sucking it and goes to your face, giving you a honest smile, with his eyes close, and then giving you silly kisses that he knew you loved

Satoru could feel your cheeks being heated as he played with them, like a granny, making you made silly faces too.

"why are you making my face look silly in the middle of fucking?"

"b-because..."

"because..?"

"because I cann! W-Why~~? Wanted me to slap them?? Agwh!.."

"no sir!"

You says Ironically as he stops after a while and continues to bounce on your dick

His ass cheeks slapping with your lower part, making the clap sound over and over

You could feel he was cumming, you could feel how tight his hole was becoming and the sounds he was madding becoming more loud

" c-ca-can I I cum.. mhm! "

" n-no need to ask, jus come, I'm also close..."

You say already feeling your cum starting to leave your cook

Up Up Up Up Up Up upupuupupupup-

Downdowndowndowndowndowndown-

Splash!

White

Everywhere

You two were heavily breathing, with white splashed on your stomach and the covers

He falls in your chest, cum dripping down on his hole going to your cook and traveling to the covers

His hair is all messed up like yours

He kisses you, a kiss really heated out, until you two become with almost no air, painted out

" d-did... did you g-get warm...? "

Satoru nods as he can't talk yet

" good.. "

You say finally taking your hands of his blindfold, going immediately to his ass, slapping with all your strength, making his ass red as fuckkk, letting it jiggle, yes, he has some cake there

He whines and lets out a loud moan that even your neighbours could hear

He had a confused and hot look on his face as he puts his hand in his hair wires, messing it more

"w-why..??"

" to get you ready for round 2

It's good that you warm but! This shit ain't over love!! "

Hope u like it! And now your in debt with me 😈

Kidding

This was funny to write

I don't understand people who say the moon is yellow, like the only colour I see is white there

And for knowledge, I'm not colour blind, I think

And now, I'll farm for sampo, my big titties man 😋💖

See you, till next time!

@heart-lovees

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ladylovesloki · 2 years

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Something Real: Chapter Six

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language, Mild Violence, Fluff and Smut

Summary: An incident happens at Readers job. Reader shares her own insecurities with Loki. Loki makes Reader feel better 😈

Masterlist

A few weeks have gone by and things have been going well since you introduced “Aunt Sylvie” to the kids. They really don’t have too much interaction with her, when they go visit Thor at his house she either leaves or stays in her room.

You and Loki have gotten…closer…you haven’t had sex yet but you both are certainly taking your time exploring each other’s likes and dislikes. For you it was more of a review of things you already knew about Loki but for him, he was learning your body’s reactions to things. He technically had never been with you before, in his timeline he never came back to be with you.

Currently you’re at work at the nurses station, staring off into space, distracted by thoughts of Loki.

“Hello..Earth to y/n!!”

You shake your head.

“Oh shit…sorry Kelly.” Kelly was one of your fellow nurses in the hospital, the hospital in New Asgard was a combination of the healing practices of Asgard and Earths practices as well. Some donations came from Wakanda, mostly medical equipment and technology. It was a wonderful place to work and you loved helping people, the people of Asgard have always been so kind to you. All of them treating you and your children with the respect that comes with being related to Loki the fallen prince.

“It’s alright, you ok?”

“Yea, just a lot on my mind..”

“I can imagine, how are the kids?”

“They’re great, all A’s and B’s. Their magic is finally under control thanks to Loki, they’re wonderful.”

“And Loki? How’s everything going with him?”

“It’s…going..”

“Uh oh..”

“No, everything is great. Having him around is everything that I have been wanting for the kids.”

“What about you y/n?”

“I just..it’s just too good to be true you know? I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“I think the other shoe dropping was him dying y/n… This is your second?..No! Third chance with him…you’re going to regret it if you waste your time.”

You knew she was right, you just couldn’t help but feel those same insecurities you felt before with Loki, what if you weren’t enough? You knew he would never leave the boys but he didn’t have any obligation to you. He didn’t have to be in a relationship with you in order to have a relationship with his children.

“Hello? Can I get some help please?”

You look up and see a middle aged man, he was sweating and looked a little worse for wear.

“How can we help you?” You ask.

“I’m having some abdominal pain.”

“Ok, let’s get you in an exam room and get you seen.”

You escort him to one of the exam rooms and get him situated, you get his name and the rest of his information. Immediately there’s a warning on your tablet, this gentleman has been flagged in other hospitals and emergency rooms for abusing the system in order to get drugs. How did he even get in to New Asgard? Not too many humans were walking freely around just yet but tourism was starting to pick up so you assume the guards haven’t been as picky about who they are letting in the gates.

“Ok Stanley..I’m gonna go grab the doctor, you sit tight ok.” You didn’t want to alert him that you knew what he was really there for, you needed to get to the guards quietly so they can deal with him without too much of a fuss.

Just when you were about to leave the room he grabs you and covers your mouth with his hand. You feel something poking you in your lower back.

“Alright lady, this is how it’s gonna work..you’re gonna get your little nurse friend to bring you some of the shit that I need and I will walk out of here quietly..no need to make a fuss.”

You try not to panic and your brain immediately flashes images of your boys. You needed to be smart about your next move in order to get out of this.

“Nod if you understand.”

You nod.

He releases you and you turn around to look at him and see a gun pointed at you, “I’m just a nurse I can’t prescribe you anything.”

“No, but you can still get me what I need, I know the shit you have in this hospital is different. Sent here direct from Wakanda. Their shit has to be the purest of the pure.”

You move over to the cabinet next to you and act like you’re reaching for a bottle of pills, he doesn’t know it but there are panic buttons in every single one of our exam rooms. You press lightly on the button and pull out the pill bottles you had in there.

“I only have antihistamines in here, all of our pain killers are locked up in a secured room.”

“Well then, lets take a walk..”

“You don’t want to do this Stanley…We can get you help.”

“I don’t need help lady! I want the drugs you got in this place, I’m dying to taste that Wakandan high..” he smirks evilly at you.

He reaches for you and pulls your body into his hold, putting the gun against your back. As he starts to walk to the door guards burst through.

He takes the gun and places it next to your head, “move and I kill her.”

“Drop the weapon! Do you have any idea who you are threatening presently?!”

“I don’t give a shit who she is..she’s just another person in my way from what I need. Now get me some pills and I will leave here without hurting anyone.”

“You’re not getting anything from us..release her.”

“No! Get me my shit now!” He cocks the gun, your body starts to shake and you start to cry. You didn’t want to die.

“Move! Out of my way!” You hear Thor’s booming voice first and then you see him and Val burst through the front line of guards holding their weapons up ready to take out the addict.

“Release her. Now.”

“Oh, an Avenger? This your boyfriend?” He sneers down at you.

“No..he’s not.” Stanley whips around to the voice that came from behind you both. And you see Loki there looking furious. “I am. Do as my brother says and release her and I will not maim you.”

“Fuck off pretty boy.” Stanley sneers at Loki.

“Wrong answer.” Loki sneers right back.

Stanley stood still for a moment then yells, “fuck you and your bitch!”

You close your eyes as you feel him pull the trigger but no loud bang followed. Nothing does, the man behind you is completely still. You open your eyes and dare to look up and over your shoulder and see Stanley is not moving at all, completely frozen in place.

“Come here darling, it’s alright.” You look over at Loki and he is holding his hand out for you to take.

You immediately reach out to him and as soon as he has your hand in his he pulls you to his body, hugging you tightly.

He kisses you on the top of your head and holds you close. “It’s alright, you’re ok”, he looks over to Thor, “you can remove the weapon from him Thor. He won’t move until I drop the enchantment.”

Thor removes the gun from his hands and one of the guards moves to put him in chains, once he’s secure Loki drops the enchantment.

Stanley’s eyes blink a few times until he recognizes his predicament, “what?! What the fuck?! How?!”

“Be thankful this is not the Asgard of old, Odin would not have been able to stop me from ripping you apart.” He nods at the guards and they drag Stanley.

Loki looks down at you and takes your face in his hands, “are you ok?”

You nod, your nerves were still on hyperdrive so you couldn’t speak just yet.

“Y/n, I just need you to tell me exactly what happened and then you are free to go home, take the rest of the today and tomorrow off to rest.” Val tells you.

You nod and tell Val about what happened as best you could. Your adrenaline was starting to wear off and your body was starting to shake uncontrollably.

“I think that is all you need, I’m taking her home.” Loki gets up with you and he makes a portal to your house. Thor followed you both through.

“I am going to pick up the children this afternoon after school and take them to my house, when you’re feeling better I will bring them home. Alright?”

You nod and Loki says the words you can’t verbalize, “thank you brother. I will inform you when you can bring the children back.”

Thor nods walks over to you and gives you a hug, “be well sister.” He nods his goodbye at Loki and walks out the door.

Once Thor leaves Loki turns his attention toward you, “y/n..will you speak to me please?”

You don’t say a word just stare at him and then your body is in motion and your kissing him with so much force his body bows back.

“Whoa..whoa..easy darling..what’s this about?”

Your eyes fill with tears from the mix of emotions you’re feeling. You’re thankful that you’re alive, you feel some remnants of the adrenaline that was coursing through you and now you feel rejection.

“Sweetheart you need take a moment and process what just happened to you. I know exactly what is going on in your mind right now. So many emotions and nervous energy, you don’t know where to direct it. Take a breath. Breathe with me. Just be here with me.”

You’re both standing in the middle of the room, he’s still holding you close and swaying your body back and forth.

After a long period of silence you quietly whisper to him, “thank you for saving me. How did you know?”

“Val sent a message to Thor about the panic button being pushed at the hospital, I was with him when he received it and we immediately went there. When we arrived your friend Kelly informed us you were the one who pushed the button for help. I was so worried darling, seeing you there in that man’s grasp..a gun to your head..it was terrifying for me I can only imagine what terror you were feeling.”

“Will you kiss me please?” You ask him.

He smiles softly at you and gives you a sweet kiss.

“I was so afraid..it’s funny I was talking to Kelly before all of that happened about us. About how I was feeling stupid insecurities about you and our relationship. I almost died today, I almost wasted this chance with you and our family.”

“What insecurities?” He asks.

You look down, feeling some embarrassment about your feelings.

“I just…are you sure I’m enough? You wouldn’t rather be with someone that isn’t so fragile and helpless?..temporary?..”

“My girl, you are more than I deserve. I want to protect you from any and all things. And when it comes to you being temporary…I’m going to be honest with you, I try not to think about your mortality…I choose to enjoy every single moment I have with you, I will cherish everything I experience with you and our family. And when it is time for you to follow my mother to the stars, I will be forever broken until we meet again.”

You kiss him, this time with no urgency just with the passion you wanted to show him to thank him for coming to your rescue and now his reassurance.

The kiss continues and Loki places his hands on your lower back and pulls you closer, your hands wrapping around his neck.

Tongues start dancing together and moans start to fill the quiet room.

Loki places his hands under your bottom and lifts you up and you wrap you legs around his waist. He walks towards your bedroom and presses you against the door, kissing you even deeper than before. He starts to gyrate his hips against you, his hardened member rubbing against you sending pleasure through your whole body.

“Loki please. I need you.”

He pulls you off of the door, your legs still wrapped around his waist and throws you onto the bed. He resumes kissing you and rubbing on you, both of you still fully clothed.

You frantically start to reach for the bottom of his shirt to remove it, he extricates himself from you and lifts his shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor.

He kneels over you and stares at you while you rub your hands on his chest, enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles.

He leans down and kisses you again and you both touch and grind together until you are both a moaning mess.

“Fuck..y/n..”

You rip your scrub shirt off and Loki puts his hand over yours when you move to take off your pants.

“Are you sure y/n? I don’t want you to do anything you are not ready for.”

“Please Loki..I need to feel you. I’ve waiting long enough..”

With those words Loki quickly removes the rest of yours and his clothing with his magic. He moves slowly on top of you and kisses you lightly and you can feel his hard cock in between you legs. You kiss some more as he rubs himself on your pussy to get him nice and wet.

Once he was confident he was slick enough he started to slowly press into you. It had been so long that to Loki it felt like he was deflowering a virgin. You were so tight around him he was close to cumming already.

“Oh darling..oh…mhmm..that’s it my girl. Open for me.”

You spread your legs wider to give him more room and you take a deep breath. He was so big, bigger then you remember.

“Fuck Loki..you’re so big..”

“I know darling, but you are taking me so beautifully. You were made to be filled by my cock….mhmm…Gods..”

His cock is finally all the way seated inside of you, you can feel the tip of him brushing against your womb. Every thrust brings the most heavenly feeling, your emotions again get the best of you and you start to silently cry.

Loki hears your quiet sniffle and immediately looks at your face, “darling? Are you alright? Do you want to stop?”

“No! No please!” You wrap your arms around his neck and bring him down to you again holding him to you.

“Alright darling, shushh…breathe my heart…here..” he places your hands on his waist. “Guide me, show me how you want me..”

You move your hands to his ass and start to guide his thrusts, showing him how fast and hard you wanted him to fuck you.

“Mmm..delicious darling…you feel so good..fuck..you’re close my girl..I can feel it..your pussy is fluttering around my cock so beautifully...do you want to cum my love?”

“Yes! Yes!”

Loki rises up a bit and moves his hands to the headboard for leverage, his thrusts become harder and faster. He’s slamming himself into you and all you can do is just hold on and then it felt like the dam broke. You came so hard you can feel your juices squirt out of you all over the sheets beneath you, Loki’s frantic breathing and desperate moans bringing you back to reality.

“Fuck..fuck…fuck..I’m cumming..fuck..y/n!”

Loki pumps himself into you a few more times, you can hear the sounds of your combined juices as he slowly comes to a stop.

“Fuck…” Loki falls on top of you, his weight an odd comfort.

“Shower?” You ask.

He lifts his head and gives you a dazed look and nods his head heavily.

He pulls out of you and picks you up off the bed and brings you into the shower where you both wash each other. He makes love to you again, the feeling of being free to show each other affection this way overpowers whatever remaining feeling of anxiety you had left from your ordeal.

The next morning you wake up to a text from Thor, he sent a picture of him with the boys eating breakfast. All three of them with silly smiles on their faces, you smile at the picture and read the message underneath it.

“I hope you are doing well. The boys did all of their homework and we will be departing to go to school shortly. They say they love you both.”

You smile at the message and respond, “thank you Thor, for everything. Loki and I will pick them up from school later.”

He likes the message and you look over to the other side of the bed and find it empty.

You run your hand over the sheet and feel that it is cold so he has been out of bed for a while.

You get up, freshen up and walk out of your bedroom. The first thing you notice is that the house smells..amazing. You follow the smell and it leads you to the dining room where Loki is setting up the table with one hell of a breakfast spread.

“What’s all this?”

He looks up and smiles his signature smirk, “breakfast for a Queen…my Queen.” He walks over to you and kisses you softly.

“How are you?” He asks.

“I’m ok, still a little shaken I think but I’m ok. I told Thor we would pick up the kids from school. I want to see them.”

“Of course darling, how about we enjoy the day together just us and then we will pick up the boys together and have a nice evening together as a family.”

“I like the sound of that.” You lean up on your tippy toes and give him a kiss.

“Thank you Loki, for everything.”

“Of course darling..I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You kiss him one more time and then walk over to the table.

You enjoy your breakfast and a quiet afternoon with Loki. Kelly called you to check in and you let her know you were ok and would be back to work on Monday.

It was time to pick up the boys from school so you and Loki made your way to the school.

The bell rings and the kids file out of the school, you see Narfi and Vali and they make a run for it towards you as soon as they see you.

“Mom!” Narfi yells and throws himself into your arms, Vali wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a big hug.

“Oh my boys, I missed you.” You voice starts to shake a little and your eyes fill with tears.

You need to get in control of your emotions…

“You ok mommy?” Narfi asks, the boy able to sense your emotions.

“Yea baby I’m ok, like I said I missed you both.”

“We were only gone for a night mom geeze.” Vali says.

“Come on, let’s go home.” Loki smiles at his family, he rubs your back knowing that you are feeling a flood of emotions you weren’t sure how to control.

You smile at him and grab Narfi’s and Vali’s hands and start your walk home.

When you get there it’s just like a normal day, the boys get out their homework in the living room with Loki assisting them while you got dinner ready.

Once they finish and you are done preparing everyone’s meal you all sit down at the table and the boys fill the previously quiet home with stories from their day or things they couldn’t wait to tell their dad about. Their laughs bringing a smile to your face and then you had a small moment of panic, what if you weren’t here? What if that man had shot you and you died? You would never experience this with your family ever again. How close you had been to losing all of this.

You start to feel the tears in your eyes again and you stand up from your seat and start to clean up the kitchen. Loki notices your quick departure and get’s up taking his empty plate with him making it seem he was leaving the table to assist you.

“Darling…”

“I can’t shake it Loki.”

“I know.” He moves your body so you are facing him, your back against the sink.

“Close your eyes. I want you to focus on nothing but the sounds coming out of that room you just left.”

You do as you are told and close your eyes and shut out all sound except for what is coming out of the dining room. You hear your boys, laughing and giggling as they finished their meals and it brings a smile to your face.

“Now, open your eyes and I want you to focus on what is in front of you.”

You open your eyes and are immediately met by his intense stare. The feeling of gratitude now filling you. You were so grateful you were here with your children and the man you love. You lean up, give him a sweet kiss and then he rests his forehead on yours.

“Thank you.” You whisper to him.

“Hey!!! Did you guys just kiss!!!”

You look up at Loki eyes wide and he has a wide grin on his face.

“Oops.”

To be continued…

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oneprompt · 2 years

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Hello dear! ♥╣[-_-]╠♥

I have a request for you if u don't mind! (｡・//ε//・｡)

Can i please ask for a scenario with Shanks and Law when they first meet fem! s/o that is physically the stereotyped version of the little short girl with a cute face but when they spend just the tiniest amount of time with her they immediately realize that her personality isn't even close to be compared her appearance cuz she's more of like a talkative, action-oriented, enthusiastic, and out-going type of person and they're just so perplexed lmao.

Like for Shanks it could be when he was at Party's and she was there just animatedly telling Makino how she nearly fell of a tree cuz she thought she had some insect in her skirt like what she was even doing on a tree?? Insp prompt: “this sounds like you’re flirting with me.” “…i have been trying to do that for three years now." " .... B-but i though u just wanted to club trees with me..?"

And for Law I cannot imagine an other scenario than her being a strawhat and him being 'forced' in staying with them because of the alliance lmao. To the point to suspecting her being Luffy's sister or something, but also it would get him off guard cuz SHE is NOT LOGICAL! Lol Insp prompt: “you’re cute..” “what?” “i said you look like a fruit.” “that doesn’t even make any sense.. *confused*”

Of course you can change them as you want boss 😉!

I hope you have fun writing them 💜 and please feel free to delete the ask if you don't want to do them! 🌻

authors note : hello , darling <3 what a cute request this is ...! and it gives me an excuse to write self indulgent girly stuff ahem ..! i hope you enjoy them <3

Shanks x F! Reader : Finding out cute, femme reader is rowdy.

- When Shanks first meets you, he’s shocked that a woman of your image is roaming the seas. Adorable face that looks like it could break like porcelain, matching your fragile looking figure. Frilly clothing, full of pastels and floral patterns... What the hell made you want to live the pirate life? Not that being feminine is a problem, quite the contrary. Shanks loves women, so, of course he loves women that really tap into their girly sides. Although, that’s what he thought when the day had just begun, when he and his crew first met you.

- Being the ladies man he is, Shanks is gracious enough to invite you to feast with his crew. A new friend calls for a banquet, wouldn’t you agree? But once you touch the food and booze, Shanks is soon to realize he misjudged you. Really misjudged you. Your attitude catches him off guard when you agree to a drinking contest with Yasopp, clutching a gallon of beer in your prim, well taken care of hands. The way you guzzle back the liquor, managing to win the competition... Shanks is flabbergasted. He can’t believe you can do such a thing...! He can’t believe he finds this revelation to be, well... hot..! A girly girl who also shares similar interests and the same attitude as him? Oh, he’s gone.

- After that night, Shanks always invites you to do fun stuff with him. Although... You usually end up biting off more then Shanks anticipated. “Hey, Y/n! Wanna go bully Blackbeards crew?” “Duh! I thought we were doing that already? I totally took all their treasure.” Sweat drips down Shanks’ forehead when he hears you say things like that. “You what?” You never seem to share his views or worries, with things like that. Shanks isn’t a huge worrywart, so it takes a lot for him to grow hesitant. Yet, you never fail to make that feeling arise in him. Shanks may be head over heels for you, but sometimes he feels like your babysitter. He hates feeling that way, so he acts as stupidly as he can. Benn can be the babysitter, Shanks hates having to be the voice of reason...! Even if he is his own crews captain

- He tries so hard to flirt with you, its almost pathetic... You never manage to catch onto any of his gestures. Shanks can’t help but grow frustrated with your obliviousness. I mean, he could do what every grown man should do and full on just tell you about his feelings. But whats the fun in that? Shanks lives for the chase, for the flirting... After all, those are the funnest parts of romance. Who cares for that sweet, slow burn? Not Shanks...! “You’re looking hot today, Y/n!” You’ll stare at him, expression riddled with confusion. “...? It’s not even warm today, how could i be sweating?” The booming laughter of his crew is enough to bruise his ego, as Shanks has clearly embarrassed himself. Not just in front of his crush, but his friends. Sigh. He’ll never hear the end of this, will he? His flirtatious comments are so blatantly obvious, please notice him.

- Shanks totally goes to Makino with his concerns about his love life. I mean, what would his crew know about love? Yasopp left his wife to get sick, afterall. Makino always tells Shanks the same thing. “You know, Y/n! She needs straightforwardness, she’s not the type to beat around the bush.” Shanks can’t help but frown ever so slightly. He really has to do that, doesn’t he? I mean... That is better then just waiting it out, i guess. Unless you reject him, of course. With the help of Makino, Shanks puts together the perfect confession! Equipped with flowers and all. You may be reckless, but your love for cute things is nothing but sincere. And, well... Shanks wants to show he cares for you and your interests.

- But before Shanks can confess, you run up to him. “You have a crush on me!?” Your voice is loud, echoing out through the ship. Shanks’ face illuminates with a slight blush. How the hell did you know that? The crew doesn’t care enough to interfere with that, and the only other person who knows is-. Makino...! That gossipy blabbermouth! “Damnit, Y/n! I had flowers and everything! I rehearsed all that confession stuff for nothing?” You two just stand there for a moment before breaking into laughter, grins full of amusement. “Why didn’t you say anything?” You can’t help but ask, inbetween your giggling. Shanks’ smile turns upside down, his eyes just full of exhaustion at that comment. “I’ve been flirting with you since you joined the crew.” Of course, you’re at a loss for words when he says that. You ignore the annoyed gaze on his face, your face going pink. “A-aw! I like you too!” What a mess of a confession. Truly fitting for the both of you.

Law x F! Reader : Finding out cute, femme reader is rowdy.

- When he first saw you, he was shocked to see you apart of a group like the Straw Hats. You were simply adorable, hair tucked into an intricate style, dress puffy and sweet. No way were you apart of such a freakish crew.. You were probably intelligent, a total sweetheart... Why did Luffy get the pleasure of having you around, and why did you ever pick this crew out of all the ones in the Grandline? Well, Law was certain to crack the case. Even if the answers he got weren’t completely ideal...

- During your time in Wano with both the Straw Hats and the Heart Pirates, Law finally got to spend time with you. But... His idealized image of you crumbled entirely the moment you opened your mouth. “Oi, Traguy! Your kimono looks weird, why are you still wearing your hat with it? It’s mismatched! I’m hungry... Can we find Sanji? I’m hungryyy...!” This couldn’t be... The beautiful, adoring Y/n... No way did Law fall for a copy and paste of Luffy. It made no sense... Even that Nami girl had more etiquette then you. Oh god, Law needed to purge this feeling for you out of his system. Sure, you were gorgeous and appeared all dainty and cute but... No, no, no, no. Feeling this way for somebody so obnoxious felt almost illegal, in Law’s eyes. How did he get fooled so badly? Law was meant to be worrying about scalping any more info about the country and it’s state, but he was far too engulfed in his own internal crisis...

- And your vanity in the Wano country made it all the more difficult. If Law hadn’t found you pretty before, it was sure to skyrocket as Kinemon styled you perfectly to suit the countries standards. Put together like a Wano noble, kimono decorated with the image of koi fish, obi tight and possessing a large, well tied bow. “Traguy, look! Aren’t i pretty? Hey, hey?” Law can’t tell if you’re aware of your effect on him. Are you trying to fluster him? Or are you just a moron? Law will try to ignore your question, but you never fail to return to asking, tone growing more and more eager each time. “Fine! You... are. You look pretty.” He refuses to look at you, immediately turning away from you and marching away. You beam, chasing after your ally. “Wait for me!” Everyone watches the two of you closely, all sharing glances. “Soooo, they totally like eachother, right?” Usopp asks, “oh, 100%.” Franky smiles widely, nodding at Usopp’s words. And of course, Sanji’s sulking in the back. His beloved Y/n-kyun... shes slipping through his fingers...!

- Even so, he still caught himself staring at you. Law often found himself admiring your smile, listening closely to your rapid words and loud laughter. God, it gave him a headache but his heart felt the opposite. Law felt his chest tighten, face going hot, every time you said anything. Even if you unknowingly said something rude or ignorant, Law couldn’t muster up the will to tell you to shut up. Your energy still felt so pure, so innocent. Nothing you did seemed to shatter his feelings for you, even as you slurped up your bowl of soba like a slob, or threw one of your crewmates into a headlock just for the fun of it. Law’s heart never ceased to adore you. His brain wanted nothing more then to see you as another Luffy, but his heart simply couldn’t. Sighh..

- Law refuses to ever tell you how he feels, let alone even consider doing so. You two are allies by obligation, nothing more. So what if he thinks about you 24/7? So what if he’s constantly staring at you in blind daylight? He sees no reason to confess. Not just because of well, the obvious points... He just finds romance pointless. As a pirate, Law just sees it as a waste of time. I mean, at least he did. But then he met you, and you flipped that whole perspective around. Law hates it! You have him picturing a more wholesome life in his head, full of fake, lovey dovey scenarios. You have him questioning what its like to be kissed, how your hands would feel in his... Totally not pirate professional of him to think about all these things. Damn you for invading his deepest, most personal thoughts...!

- “This is stupid, why do i like her so much?” Law asks himself, in the solitude he believes is within the bath house. “Ooo! Who do you like?” The moment Law hears your voice, he considers if drowning would be a painful death. What are the odds of you showing up to the empty bath at the same moment he let those words slither out of his mouth? Curse the wrong place, wrong time trope! Law simply ignores you, sinking further into the warm water. “Cmon Traguy! Can you at least tell me what shes like?” You sound excited to hear any hints, as you stand by the bath, your yukata hiding you from the shame of public nudity. Law lets out a harsh, deep sigh. You won’t give up unless he says something, will you...? “... Loud, never shuts up, seems to love terrorizing me at every turn. Oh, and she eats food like a dog.” The building is quiet once more, as you absorb and process the info to the best of tour abilities. Meanwhile, Law is planning the best escape route. He’d rather die then be near you, once you realize you’re the girl he likes so intimately. A loud gasp comes out of your mouth, making Law’s eyes widen. Oh god... Here it comes. “You like Luffy!?” You exclaim, eyes as wide as saucers as you stare down at the man. No way you were that stupid. You were just playing things up so he’d say your nams. Right? Right...? Law opens his mouth to object, to speak the truth but he doesn’t. He simply rises from the bath, towel snug around his waist. “I need a drink.”

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hebimoonlightwrites · 11 months

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As its pretty much summer time,whoo! An beach themed request! Headcannon or if you think you can do an one shot with both of them. Both Chisei and Haruomi and their reactions to Freader in an two piece binkini,and what they will do at the beach and what they willl eat,what trouble could happen ^^

Writer's corner: Ooh! This is kind of spicy xD♥ Sure, I can do it!♥ Let me know if there's something you want me to fix or change♥ Thank you for requesting and enjoy~ I'll develop these as small scenarios! I hope it's fine! (let me know if you want these developed in another way!♥)

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER (Fem!reader)

Warnings: nothing strange here, it's not a NSFW, don't worry~

⭐𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐧⭐ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢

⭐Chisei would be sitting on a chaise longue. His eyes closed but hid behind a pair of sunglasses while he would make a small and soft smile at the thought of being there, at the beach sunbathing. His bare chest would look slightly glowing under the sun, probably due to a little bit of sweat. His blonde hair would look adorably messy while and his hands behind his head. He would enjoy the sun when suddenly he would hear your voice: "Chisei? Are you sleeping?". He would open his eyes and turn his head softly towards right. Even if his eyes would still be behind his sunglasses, you would notice his lips curving in a soft smile, while his cheeks would blush sweetly. Chisei would shake his head and chuckle: "No, no.. I'm awake, y/n! Also.. you really look adorable in that bikini, you know? It fits you!!". As complimenting you, the blush wouldn't disappear immediately and, even if deep inside you're insecure about yourself, for example, Chisei would keep his eyes on you, admiring you just like an art lover would admire a piece of art.

⭐At the beach Chisei would be the type of guy swimming 24/24, no doubt! He would swim and even splashing you with water. He's more chaotic than Haruomi for sure and he also has a sunny personality, so I cannot deny the fact that in my opinion he would have fun swimming or even making some sand castles with you. I don't know why, but my imagination let me imagine something... strange: Chisei getting buried in the sand and you sculpting the body of a mermaid while letting only Chisei's head out of the sand. (sorry- XD). About food, well.. I'm sure Chisei would have asked Haruomi to cook and prepare some food and snacks for you both, so.. I guess you would eat what Haruomi prepared for you! "H-Hey! It's true that Haruomi cooked all of this, b-but.. but I bought your favourite snacks all by myself for you, hehe!!"

⭐Haruomi would be under the beach umbrella while keeping his eyes on you. You would be lying on a beach towel while sunbathing, your body wrapped in a bikini of your favourite colour. Haruomi has always been more introverted and unable to fully express his own feelings, so.. he wouldn't compliment you immediately, but keep his eyes on you the whole time instead, maybe slightly blushing after seeing you noticing and looking back at him. "Huh? Something's wrong, Haruomi?", you would ask sitting up and styling your hair, fixing it softly with your hand while taking some sunscreen. Haruomi's corner's lips would curved softly but he would only keep his piercing and charming eyes on you. You then would start to put some sunscreen on your shoulder and a little bit on your face. "No, it's just...", he would mutter: "You look beautiful today...". His words would catch you off guard, since it's not that usual for someone like him to compliment like this, all of a sudden. You would blush and smile, thanking him. "Now.. come here, let's eat something.."

⭐As a perfect cook and owner of Raimentei, Haruomi can cook, so I'm sure he would have prepare all the snacks and food you most enjoy eating. He would be the one serving you and then would secretly- because it would be evident, actually, since he would stare- admire your happy face while eating, his lips curving up in a soft and unique smile again. At the beach you both would mostly relax, but maybe you would also have a bluetooth speaker to listen to some music too! Maybe he would also let you hear something about Buraikan new songs too. Or if you are the one with the sunny personality, you could end up making some pranks- like splashing Haruomi with some water- and then he would stand up and smirking would start chasing after you until both you would swim together! "What a mistake you've made, y/n..!". It depends on your personality, mostly. But whatever your personality is, both Chisei and Haruomi would enjoy some vacation with you!♥

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deancasswitchbang · 1 year

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A Love Like Iron

Author: Ethereal_Xen (@etherealxen) Artist: Bees (@xiejie-liubo) Archive Warnings: Referenced non-con (past), Dub-con/Sex under the influence of magic Tags: Frotting, Anal sex, Hand Jobs, Fae Sex Magic, Cum as Lube, Hierarchical ownership magic (Not a/b/o), Not Fuck or Die but definitely adjacent, Dean's Afraid of Fairies, Case-fic, Canon-divergence - Avalon, come play, come eating

Summary: Men are going missing by the dozens and TFW are having no luck figuring out what it is until Dean and Cas see the first body being returned - But only Dean can see the person saying farewell to the corpse at her feet. In a panic of realisation he tries to get them to leave before things really get out of hand, or properly arm themselves to fight. But what will he do when he and Cas find themselves on the wrong end of an ambush and the angel at his side has disappeared? Preview: He had to get to Cas. The palace was quiet; the guards he had been so used to being at every turn nowhere to be seen. He trusted his feet to take him in the right direction on the smooth crystalline floor, letting his mind wander as he walked through the bright, colourful halls he made a mental note to ask Charlie about the Emerald City if she ever decided to come back from Oz. Oberon’s palace was formed in crystal of every colour and every shade and Dean could hardly imagine walking through a similar place so bland and colourless. “Crap…” He shook his head and mumbled under his breath, feeling the way the realm was already creeping into him and making him want to stay. To stop fighting the magic Oberon had placed inside him and simply return to his king. But Cas. He had to find Cas. ‘I bet his eyes are beautiful here,’ Dean stopped in his tracks as the thought hit him, and he hated himself a little more. That kind of thinking would lead him down a bad road and would land both himself and Cas as permanent residents. Shaking it off as best he could he continued down the halls until he reached his old chamber. Why his feet had taken him there he wasn’t sure, but there was a fae woman standing outside who merely opened the door and bowed him inside on his arrival. He didn’t like it. Where were the guards, the bloodshed? Why was he being waved through the chamber door as if he was almost royalty himself, not some runaway pet? He stepped inside regardless and looked around the room that had once been his own as Oberon’s favoured servant. Giant windows made of coloured glass shrouded the familiar room in muted colours from the moonlight outside. Everything was more-or-less how it had been when he left; walls made of dark wood and crystal and minimal shelving stacked with books and trinkets that Oberon had given him. The bed took up most of the room; its frame made of a similar dark wood to the walls, inlaid with sylvan metals in intricate designs. He found himself yearning to climb onto the bed where had spent so much time in bliss and pain, knowing just how comfortable it was and how perfectly it held his body. There was a problem though as he approached. The bed was already occupied, and the occupant took his breath away. Cas lay there, sprawled across the dark covers, stripped bare by the fae who had taken him and redressed. If you could call it that. Silver jewelry adorned him, engraved with blessings and spells. Thin and delicate sylvan head-dresses and ear cuffs. Necklaces and drapery down his chest, cuffs on his wrists and ankles and bangles around his thighs and biceps. He looked like a precious, treasured gift. The angel was panting and covered with a thin sheen of sweat, his eyes clenched shut as he struggled against the whims of his body.

POSTING BETWEEN APRIL 23rd AND MAY 6th, 2023!

#deancasswitchbang #dcsb #dcsb2023 #A Love Like Iron #Author: Ethereal_Xen #Artist: Bees

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hyuge · 1 year

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Touch-adverse HC

What if Bakugou isn't actually touch adverse? We always assume he is, because of his overreactions, but what if he's actually touch-hesitant? Touch afraid? Imagine a young Katsuki, still learning his Quirk, and everyone telling him how cool and strong he is. He's messing around having fun like kids do. He put the older kids that were bullying them in their place. Maybe he helped start a fire or light sparklers in the summer time - useful, praiseworthy thing. That is, until one time he accidently burns Izuku bad enough that he gets sent to the hospital.

The doctors say he'll recover and that there shouldn't be any permanent scarring. Everyone is relieved that Izuku will be all right, but then the doctors warn this little kid that his Quirk is dangerous and he shouldn't carelessly touch people. Mitsuki and Masaru tell him not to think about it too hard. Mistakes happen, after all. Inko and Izuku forgive him - it's hard not to when proud little Katsuki is in tears. But Katsuki himself dwells on it. The memory of Izuku's face when Katsuki touched him a permanent reminder that his hands were dangerous.

Even if he wasn't sweating, his palms could still heat up. They could still burn if he wasn't careful. So he distances himself. He rebukes any and all contact bestowed upon him until everyone around him just assumes he doesn't like being touched. And quite frankly, it's easier for him that way. That is, until the loneliness sets in. He never realized how much he would miss a hug, a high five, an arm around his shoulder. But he doesn't seek it out. It was safest for everyone this way.

So when Kirishima Eijirou, the ray of sunshine that he was, comes crashing into his life, Katsuki panics. The idiot was constantly crossing the thick boundary Katsuki had set. It was only a matter of time before he accidently burned Kirishima, and yet the redhead wouldn't take a hint. He would throw his arm around Katsuki's shoulder. He would pull Katsuki into his side. He would disregard reasoning for self-preservation. Katsuki tried to warn him. He would attack Kirishima on purpose to show how dangerous he was, but Kirishima would laugh it off and harden his skin reflexively every time. He never failed. So Katsuki let his guard down. It started with Kirishima, and then moved to the others - Kaminari, Ashido, Sero. They all showered him in the contact he so desperately missed but would never tell anyone he needed.

And then it happened. When Katsuki accidently burned Mina, it felt like his heart had shattered into a million pieces. He didn't mean to hurt her. She was clutching her bicep, the smell of burnt skin filled the room. The others rushed her to Recovery Girl and Katsuki was left alone to think about what he had done. All those years of fear were only reaffirmed and his eyes stung as he tried to fight back the wave of tears threatening to burst forth. He didn't deserve to cry. It was his fault. He knew it would happen and yet he let himself believe he was finally in control. He was a fucking idiot.

A sob escaped him and Kirishima came walking into the dorm to find him broken on the floor in the common room. He rushed to Katsuki's side, whispering that it'll be all right.

"Get off me!" Katsuki shouted, his voice broke.

"No one blames you. It was an accident."

"They fucking should! I knew this would happen." It happened before. Katsuki clambered to his feet, pushing Kirishima off of him, but those strong arms wrapped around Katsuki, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Let me go!"

Kirishima shook his head. He held Katsuki close, forcing him to listen to Kirishima's steady heartbeat. "I don't know what's going through your head right now, but it wasn't your fault. We all have times we can't control our Quirks."

"My Quirk hurts people." Katsuki muttered.

"And mine doesn't? You know that's why I wear those sleeves right? If I were to carry someone without that protective layer on, they could get cut. Ashido's Quirk is acid. She probably understands you better than anyone." Kirishima lifted Katsuki's chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. "You can't hurt me." The look in his eyes was confident, and the tone in Kirishima's voice was unwavering. He truly believed there was no way Katsuki could hurt him.

"You won't always harden in time." Katsuki choked out.

"I will. If it means you never look like this again." Kirishima squeezed him tighter, pressing his face into Katsuki's hair, and kissing the top of his head lightly. "Let's go check on Ashido."

"Okay." Katsuki breathed in reply, feeling a weight lifted.

#head canon #fanfic #fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #krbk #kiribaku #fluff and angst #soft bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #soft kirishima eijirou #izuku midoriya #minor injuries #quirk accident #touch-adverse

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amethystpath-writes · 2 years

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Money Isn’t Necromancy

(NOT A PR0MPT) This was a draft I started a while ago. Half of it disappeared and I was too upset to finish it until now.

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“Tell me,” Villainess said, and she took a seat in front of Hero.

Ignoring her, and her lack of detail, Hero took a ravenous bite of his food. This restaurant was meant to be nearly vacant. No civilians, no fans, no overbearing parents, no guards. Only Hero, a waiter- doubling as a host, and a cook. But, of course, Villainess would be allowed entry, for who wanted to tell her ‘no’?

“I have nothing to tell,” Hero said gruffly, whilst shoveling a spoon of potatoes in his mouth.

“Oh, yes, you do. You have the whole world wrapped around your finger. There is an ice sculpture of you in Beijing.” As if to emphasize her point, Villainess asked, with fingers spread across the table, “Do you know how far away Beijing is from here?”

This was about sculptures? “Will you please just let me eat my dinner in peace? I only get this once a week.”

“Once a week?” she laughed. “I haven’t had a five-star meal cooked for me like this in…Oh, that’s right! Never.” Villainess took the unused spoon beside Hero’s plate, chopped an already chopped potato in half, scooped it, then ate. “So, tell me. How did you convince all seven-point-five billion people on Earth that you were the good guy playing God?” She corrected herself, “Sorry, seven-point-five billion minus one. I’m not buying your act.”

“I save lives. There’s nothing else to it.”

Villainess hummed. “Cocky.”

“You’re the one that asked the question. Don’t complain about the answer you get in return.” Hero didn’t care how he sounded. He only cared about eating his once-a-week fancy meal. His hometown didn’t offer him much as a kid, but they gave him good food nowadays.

Done with his meal, or rather, the company which came with it, Hero began to stand. As he imagined, his wrist was grabbed just as his legs began to extend.

“If you’re such the hero, why not offer to pay for my order? You have the money, don’t you?”

Hero took his seat again as Villainess kept her claws extended. “Because you already ate half of mine.” With a bit of snark, he continued, “And I bet it was the best meal you ever remember having.”

Her hand retreated and she shrugged. “I cook better than this, but you’d never believe it.”

“You’re absolutely right. I don’t care to believe anything you say. In fact, I bet that hair of yours is just as much of an illusion than anything. Did you dye it to make it so dark?”

Villainess touched her hair then, the curls swirling in the palm of her hand as she bounced them. “It is beautiful, isn’t it?” Proudly, with her chin held high, she told Hero, “I’ve got my ma’s head of hair. Full and voluminous. My nose, though, that’s my dad’s. You might remember them, actually. They were two of your employees just a few years ago.” Villainess dropped her curls and reached for Hero’s steak knife across the table.

Nothing shocked Hero more than the moment the blade touched Villainess’ tongue. “You’ll make yourself bleed,” he said simply, but his face betrayed a plethora of emotion- one of which being, panic.

“October 25th, 2019. Your building, with all its one-thousand exclusive employees inside, fell. You sent one million US dollars to each family of those workers.”

“I know what happened.”

“I was seventeen-years-old.”

“I was, too. What’s your point?”

The knife somehow looked sharper as the conversation escalated. Hero felt himself sweating.

“My point is that you got away with murdering one-thousand people by throwing out money like candy. There are sculptures of you all around the world.”

Hero really hated how she was swinging that knife around. He glanced around the room, hoping anyone else would be watching, waiting for something to go wrong. He was hoping someone would be able to stop Villainess if he couldn’t do it himself.

“I didn’t kill anyone,” Hero defended. “The building fell on its own. I checked the safety statements- they were all clear. No one knows what happened.”

“Bullshit.”

The tip of the knife penetrated the tablecloth and table in no time.

“You eat a free, nearly two-hundred dollar meal every week and complain when one person outside of your little circle shows up. Let me take a wild guess and say that you have your own chefs at home?”

When Hero didn’t respond, she pointed the knife at him. “Answer.”

He stared blankly at her but nodded. Yes, he had chefs at home. And yes, they cooked even better than the chef of this restaurant. They were cleaner, too. “I like the normalcy of a restaurant.”

“Normalcy? You have it vacated!” Villainess shook her head. “That’s not what we’re talking about. We’re talking about your villainy.” Her hand tightened on the knife’s handle, still stuck in the wood of the table. “You paid off any witness, and you paid off all the families with loved ones lost.”

“I didn’t pay anyone off,” Hero said with gritted teeth. “I had nothing else to offer. I’d have brought them all back to life if I could, but money isn’t necromancy, and it just so happens that money is all I have.”

“All those brilliant inventions in a one-car garage and you couldn’t think of a better solution to your new bioweapon than killing an entire building worth of innocent people!” Villainess knocked back the chair she was sitting in as she stood to her feet, ripping the knife from the table like Velcro.

A door busted open as Hero’s waiter heard the commotion. Seeing Villainess with a knife, his eyes went wide, and he scurried back to the kitchen, leaving Hero to fend off the fiend.

“You created a new disease and instead of destroying it, you killed the people that knew about it.”

Hero had to do something. Anything. “Then I guess you should be scared, too. What makes you think I won’t kill you and bury you beneath the same memorial as the fallen building? What makes you think you’re untouchable? Because you approached me?”

“You disgust me,” Villainess said. “I could kill you right now and no one would stop me.”

“You’d be caught. And rather quickly at that. Your fingerprints are on that spoon”- he pointed- “and on that knife you’re holding. You have witnesses that could testify-”

“Good, then I can kill them, too, and I would pay off their families like you did mine. We’ll create a vicious cycle together, won’t we?”

“You want me to feel bad? Is that it? Or is it an apology you want? Because this”- Hero gestured to the two of them, to the knife- “is achieving nothing for either of us. I regret that the weapon we made was so detrimental, that it couldn’t fall in the wrong person’s hands, but let me tell you this. I would kill those one-thousand people all over again if it meant preventing millions of other lives from being taken.”

“You didn’t have to take any lives at all!” Villainess argued. “Tell me why you made the weapon, the- the disease. Why?”

What kind of question was that? “You think it was my idea?”

For once, Villainess was speechless. She nodded and her knife waivered. Who else’s idea could it have been besides Hero’s? Hero ran the company. He was the genius who started it all. Anything that happened within his company was ultimately his fault, wasn’t it?

“I remember your family,” Hero admitted. “You should look into them a little more before you start threatening me.” He stood, and this time there was no hand to stop him. Pulling out a wad of cash, he laid it on the table and announced his departure to those cowering in the kitchen. “Let me know how the family research goes, will you?”

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icewazowski · 1 year

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Decode [Simon Riley]

Birds chirped from the canopy of trees sat above the squad members, a sombre lullaby to match the dim atmosphere bouncing around the soldiers sat either side of me. The birds had no clue what was about to go down, we only knew how the mission would play out from our side, if everything went to plan. Our target had to be stood in the right spot, at the right time, and we had to work together to take down the guards, the mines and whatever laid waste in this shit-hole of the world we ended up in. Putting it lightly, our odds were against us.

Our squad, known to other soldiers as the 'Suicide Squad' - not to be confused with any literature depiction of the DC anti-heroes - comprised of four other soldiers. Of course we'd known each other for years, but when we were out in the field, our identities didn't matter. Our nicknames were our names.

Milk sat to the left of me, his grey eyes scanning his weapon as little red ants crawled up his arm and onto his rifle whilst he laid in prone position. Below his sandy blonde hair was a light sheen of sweat, one that danced with the facial paint he wore and smeared it across his eyebrow in a weird veiny pattern. From what I knew of Milk, he'd grown up not far from me. Hell, we might have even gone to the same high school, though of course he wouldn't tell anyone that. He tensed his jaw as one of the ants made its way down towards the barrel of the weapon, even if they were insects, Milk wouldn't kill anything that wasn't human.

On the other side of Milk, nestled behind a boulder was Grass, nicknamed for being exactly that. The army had a no-grass policy, so when Grass went to them and informed them of a double agent, they were at a loss for words, he was even on latrine duty for the better half of a year despite doing good. He was young, not much younger than me and Milk, maybe a year younger than us. He didn't look it though, to those that didn't know him, Grass would be easily mistaken for a man in his mid thirties. He was tall, the tallest out of us all, and he had wrinkles married across his forehead. His wife loved him though, and that's all he ever spoke of.

To my right, practically attached to each-other was Dumb and Dumber. They were nicknamed for exactly that. We had been in a briefing room once, sat with our seniority and senators and all the tough shitheads the army wanted to throw at us, getting briefed before a particularly heinous mission. The air was thick with tension until one of those bastards asked the other, 'Why is there something about a cleaning mop on here?' to which the other replied, 'it means Member of Parliament, dumbass.'. For those of you who don't know, it means neither of those, it means Member of the Public.

And then there was me, Spencer 'Fury' Thompson. 25 years of age and the biggest asshole the SAS has ever seen, according to some. But that didn't stop some idiot getting paid the big bucks from promoting me to Sergeant. And I hated every minute of it. The nickname? Well, that came about after one of my first missions, back when everyone called me Spence. It wasn't a big deal, and I hate the nickname, but it works and that's the worst part about it. Back when I was Twenty, when I'd been sent to the Middle East for whatever reason, I'd been with a Gurkha Soldier, and those fuckers are insane. Hell, you wouldn't cross one of those on the street, let alone in combat.

We'd been stuck in a shack for two days, just me and this 40-year-old Gurkha whose name I can't recall, and we'd been stormed by a bunch of Militia type soldiers, none of them were particularly trained to either of our levels, but they out-manned us, and they definitely out-gunned us. That was the day I left the shack as a proper soldier, one of those you see on telly between showings of Coronation Street or Emmerdale, when they try and sell the military to those high-school dropouts.

We were miles from base camp, considered MIA or KIA, so you can imagine my Lieutenant's surprise when I walked back the forty something miles and collapsed at the gate covered in blood and guts and god knows what else. Gurkha then told one of those campfire stories about me in CQC, practically painting me out to be a God, and thus, Fury was born.

My mother hates that name, but she also doesn't know the true story of how I got it.

Something tickled at my hand, the tiny creature crawled along the valley of my knuckles, and I watched it with distain as its red body moved along my pale skin. I flicked it off and put my gloves back on.

"Alpha Team, this is base speaking," The comms crackled to life in my ear, it surprised me and I felt a gasp of air leave my lungs.

I pressed the comms button on my vest, "This is Fury," I spoke lowly and carried on observing the mansion before us.

It wasn't anything as fancy as something Pablo Escobar would own, that's a given, but it still qualified for a drug lords mansion, so here we were trying to intercept and end the life of the bastard who was snatching up school kids and forcing them to run drugs and guns and God-knows what else across the border into Russia. I just wanted the bastard leader to show up so we could go back to base.

Songbird is approaching from your east. The words were gentle in my ear, a blessing as I heard the background noise of people typing and messing around. If I listened closely enough, I could hear the bastard breathing down the microphone.

"Copy," I responded, and readied my weapon. It didn't matter what type of weapon I had, just that it was fucking reliable, and it did the job I was sent out here to do. The trees parted with a gust of wind, and with the wind came sound - sounds of footsteps approaching our position from behind. The hairs on the back of my neck raised as they watched me. They probably had the entire team in their cross-hairs by now. To do nothing would be to die here, but to do something rash would equal a bullet through my cerebral cortex before I could move.

Discretely, I turned to Milk, "Gas going out," I whispered and tugged the pin from the smoke grenade. I knew it would fucking hurt me, it would burn my lungs and cause my eyes to go blind, but if I didn't do anything, we'd all be going home in coffins. "Brace."

Sticky air coated all around me, the thick fibres of smoke doused my vision and blinded me from what surrounded me and my team. I knew this would be it, move it or lose it.

Without a single word, I pulled out my blade of choice, the comically named Rambo Knife was heavy in my hand as I relied purely on sound to launch my attack. "We're under attack!" Grass called over comms, alerting Base of our situation in a classing sit-rep style. I lurched forwards and felt something graze past my hand. I felt the heat and the sweat of the bare palm, and it was then that I knew this wasn't one of my soldiers.

I pierced the knife into the body of the assailant, right below where the Kevlar vest sat, and dragged the blade so that it tore through the bladder of the assailant. He open fired, the bullets landing heavy into critical mass of, what I assumed, was one of my soldiers. I knew then that at least one of us wasn't walking onto that C-17 back to the United Kingdom. Another assailant grabbed me, this time the unknown soldier used the butt of his pistol and whacked the crown of my head in a strike. And it hurt like a bitch, and pissed me off, too.

My knife hand was being held by the assailant, and I had no other option than to hope for the best, so I did what I seemed to do best. Improvise.

A strangled cry yelped out from the vocal chords of the male I just head butted. Some of my vision was returning, albeit my eyes stung with every blink I took, but I saw the sweaty expanse of skin between his jawline and his collar bone. This is really gonna fucking suck, my brain told me. I sunk my teeth into the assailant's jugular and threw my head backwards, the hot crimson blood seeped and sprayed all over me as the man fell limp to live out his last few seconds.

I couldn't tell how many men there were, but it seemed as though it was never ending, especially after the first two kills. I counted nine more until the smoke cleared and I was left to observe the cruel reality I remained in.

"Sarge," One of my men, Dumb, gasped out. His eyes were red and puffy, unfocused on anything before him as he palmed around blindly for his wingman. Dumber was nowhere to be seen, indistinguishable from the mess of bloodied bodies laid on the forrest floor, "Sarge!" Dumb gasped out again, his breath rattled in his rib cage as he cried out for me.

I dropped my blood-slickened knife and ran over to him, "I'm here Thomas, I'm here." I said his name, something we all promised we'd only do if the other was dying. I said his name.

"Tell my mum..." he rattled out, his eyes couldn't focus on me at all, "I love her..." his body was covered in small bullet holes, the lead filling his body with poison as he slowly died out. There was nothing I could do for him. I couldn't save him, and I couldn't even try. I was combat medic trained but for what reason? It was nearly impossible to save the ones you were close to when they were either blown to mush or resembled Swiss cheese.

Milk was already dead by the time I reached him. He was face down in a pool of hot, thick blood that he'd no doubt choked to his own death on. The blade in his chest was angled right to his heart, whoever did this knew exactly what the fuck they were doing. And that worried me.

"Is anyone still alive?" My voice ghosted across the battle field, the sound of it echoed around the woods as a vehicle pulled up outside of the clearing. As if by fucking magic, Kristoph Volkov stood and looked into the ditch where numerous dead bodies laid. He stared down at me from his position, his silver hair reflected the sunlight and his eyes were concealed by those shitty little sunglasses he insisted on wearing. "Well, this is unfortunate." I remarked. My hand was reacquainted with the cool metal handle of my handgun, he knew he had me to myself, and I had him.

Though whether or not he was on his own, I had no idea.

"Poor little lamb," he remarked, and hitched up his trousers before he crouched to look at me eye level, "All of your friends are dead, and you still stand before the lion?" the metal from his handgun reflected the sunlight, I didn't bother looking at it. If he wanted to execute me in this ditch, he would have done it by now.

I scoffed, "What's the worse that could happen? You put me out of my misery?" I asked Volkov mockingly. He smiled, a genuine fucking smile from the man who's just lost a dozen men to the hands of five soldiers.

"I could do that, or I could let you live." He hung the offer over my head and teased me with it. There would be conditions to my survival, that much I knew, and if Volkov knew anything about me, he wouldn't force me to be an agent for him, because he knew I'd never go against my family. "Only if you give a message to your superiors."

The blood on my skin, on my uniform was becoming unbearable. Most of it had congealed, and some of it was becoming dried against my skin, "Make a deal with a terrorist? Yeah fucking right." I spat back. "Just put me out my fucking misery, Volkov."

"I've heard stories about you... it would really be a shame to end the life of someone so magnificent." he crooned. He threw something down into the ditch with me, the package landed heavy at my feet, "It's not a bomb, but it is about to set of a chain of events that your bosses would rather have killed them." Volkov menacingly said, his eyes lit up with mischief. "Go, now, little lamb."

I inspected the object at my feet, it wasn't a bomb, that much I was certain, but it certainly looked like a bomb. There were wires and various pieces sticking out of the cylindrical object that managed to arouse my suspicions. But it wasn't a bomb. I picked it up, and tucked it down the front of my vest. "Oh, before I go and play delivery man,"

Volkov peered down at me with such interest, almost like I was a dying animal in his front yard, "Go ahead,"

"If you call me a lamb one more time, it'll be your throat I tear out with my teeth." I smiled at him. Was it that I was going insane? or was it simply psychopathic tendencies that had devoured my brain now that I had a taste of blood in my mouth, "Watch your six." I warned, a final goodbye as I backed off from the pit, and made my way back to base camp with the object and the lives of my comrades on my conscience.

"Sergeant, where the hell are the others?" General Shepherd yelled, the American officer's forehead was covered in sweat as he bounded over towards me. I knew he was a prick, most British officers gossiped about it, even his own soldiers bitched about the type of prick he could be. I pushed him away from me, wanting only to get to my senior officers,

He put his hand on my back, "Sergeant, answer me when I talk to you!" He yelled, causing a few of the British Soldiers to look my way as I stormed towards the command centre. "I am your superior officer!" his American accent was rough as he spoke, jarring even.

"Like fuck you are, you are my senior officer, but there is no way on God's Green Earth are you superior to me or any other Soldier in this compound," I yelled back and tore the balaclava from my face. I muttered "Fucking Yank." under my breath.

My shaky hands tore at the tarpaulin covering the entrance to the command centre. The device tucked in my vest scared me, the feel of it caused my stomach to drop as I thought of every possible way that this could totally be a bomb. Hell, it's a great idea too. The little lamb dies due to an incendiary device the Lion planted. That would be a good newspaper. I wonder if I'd actually turn into pink mist too, or if that's just a saying.

I stood to attention and saluted the commissioned officers, the General storming into the centre after me, "No, you wait here," my supervisor informed him, before he pulled me to the side, "Sergeant, what happened?" he asked and shut the door behind us.

It was as though I'd been faced with reality for the first time since the ambush. Sure, it weighed heavy on my heart as I made my way back here, but it was something I wanted to push down. Not even waterboarding would get how I truly feel out of me. He gestured at me to sit down, so I did. The weight off my feet was pleasurable to say the least. It was as though everything had finally come to a halt, I just wanted to recline out and sleep for the rest of my life.

"We were ambushed, I should've prepared better, Sir." I spoke the words in an uneven voice. I knew I'd fall apart if he asked me how I felt, I just knew it. "Volkov was there afterwards, he should've fucking killed me." My hands ran across the pants of my Army issued combat boots. I was in pain, I'd need therapy for all of this at some point, that much I knew.

My supervisor sat next to me, his hand offered out with a cup of coffee in it, "I put a bit of bourbon in there, figured you'd need it." he remarked before he stood up and perched on the end of his desk.

Under different context, I could consider him to be gorgeous. He had thick blonde hair that curled in the warmth of the summer air, his brown eyes made him look like a golden retriever as he stared at me with sorrow on his face. He pitied me.

"Sir, Volkov gave me something to give to you," I began to pull the device from my vest, "I know I'll be gone soon, the army won't have me after that shit-show, but at least let me see the end of Volkov." my voice wavered as I spoke, the reality of my situation had begun to dawn on me.

The officer before me took the box from my hands and opened the lid on it, "Well he's gone to a lot of trouble to make this look like a bomb to say it's a message in a bottle," he chuckled softly, "Look, Spencer, I know you want to see the end of him, but your skillset is destined for something better, the higher power knows of it too."

To some of you, 'The higher power' will mean God, whichever God or Gods you believe in, this isn't the same for us Soldiers. Our Gods are the SAS, an elite operational team comprised of only the best officers the British Military has to offer. Sure you might have heard rumours, but they were far more menacing than those fairy-tales made them out to be. The SAS were nameless, faceless and lawless. They took life and liberty into their own hands, and they made damn sure to clean up any mess or loose ends they left behind.

They moved silently, coveted by darkness and doused in high-tech equipment. The SAS were Legends.

"What have they said? I'm destined for a Gulag?" I replied to my boss, and crossed my arms defensively.

He looked across at me, "Sergeant, I suggest you clean up, the SAS want to have a word with you later," he offered me a half smile. A half smile was a bad thing, it was resentful and full of regret whenever this man half smiled. He did it to offer pity or even offer an animal one last friendly face before he killed it, "But first, you're going to have to explain why we're repatriating four of our best soldiers."

By the time I had finished explaining to an entire board of senior officers, and the bastard that was General Shepherd, why I was the sole survivor, I was exhausted. I didn't even have time to shower off before I was being put on a plane with the coffins and sent first class back to the UK. There was, however, a shower on board, which I had been permitted to use.

The water pressure was shit, to say the least, but my body needed whatever water it could get in order to clean myself from the blood and mud and shit that coated my skin and darkened my complexion beyond what was tolerable. Water spread across my aching shoulders and dripped down the valley of my breasts, I could hear the other Soldiers outside, the ones that had time to dress into their smartest uniform and groom themselves to an acceptable standard before the procedure had begun.

I allowed myself to wash my hair, I scrubbed my scalp raw, my fingers coming away with heaps of hair in it, probably due to the stress I felt whilst out here in the Middle East. I shampooed the best I could, and that's when I dropped the bottle. My heart rate flooded my ears with a cacophony of rushing blood, my hands balled into fists and started to shake violently whilst I fought to regain control. It was just shampoo, just a stupid bottle that had caused me to overreact. I could feel everything I was touching, the roughness of the anti-slip mat under the balls of my feet, the water clinging to every part of my skin, the damp hair suffocating my neck.

I picked the bottle up and threw it, the small travel sized item rattled into its death in the sink, and I was still shaking.

It's fine. It's fine, you're okay. The words I repeated in my head managed to ground me to the present moment, and the feelings subsided. It was normal, I was okay. I was fucking fine.

Without another incident, I finished up my shower and dressed into my smartest uniform, the Army green jacket itching my neck as I straightened my posture. I cemented my hair to my scalp with hair gel and forced a smile in the mirror. I looked fine. It's fine. It's fine, you're okay. I repeated.

If only then, I knew how this would fuck my life up.

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Journal Part 1 // Jeongin

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 2.8k 🌸 | includes: milf!reader x babysitter!college student!virgin!jeongin, invasion of privacy (not the cardi b album), smut within the smut??? [handjob, begging, “mommy”], mentions of voyeurism, light dom/sub themes, “mommy” kink, teasing, stripping, blowjob/oral (m!receiving), no swallowing

☀️ | synopsis: Yang Jeongin babysits your two children, and he’s always been the most polite boy you’ve ever met. Unfortunately for him, he leaves his secret journal at your house one evening, and your curiosity got the better of you.

🌊 | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Finale |

Being a single mother was never in your plans. After your husband left you with two kids, your world nearly fell apart. You went from being a stay-at-home mother to working two jobs. The daycare took care of your dayshift, but your night shifts were harder to arrange a babysitter for. That is until you offered the position to your next-door neighbor’s son. They complained about how he was in desperate need of a job, being in his first year of college with no work history. Your offer was perfect for them, and Jeongin was happy to fill the position. He was always the nicest kid, and you could see his eyes light up at the idea of working for you, or more likely, at the concept of getting paid.

He’d come over to your house at 5:00pm, book bag on his back, ready to do homework while he watched your kids play. Your two daughters were quick to warm up to him, and the rest is history. He was the best babysitter you could ask for, and even if you had to stay late at work, he was always understanding. Jeongin was a perfect kid with good grades and a good heart, and you’d always see him writing in a journal. When you asked him about it, he’d say he’s “writing a story for class.” It was always the same excuse, day after day. You paid no mind, more worried about the status of your kids after you’ve left them with a teenager for hours.

Jeongin was very protective of his special journal. It was just a regular composition book, but whatever he wrote in it was sacred to him. He’d hide it from you when you walked by and hold it close to his face as he wrote. Whatever he wrote was his little secret, but if it’s for a class like he said, it can’t be that terrible, right?

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Returning home from a late shift, you see Jeongin settled on the couch, sleeping with his phone in his hand. His head was back and his mouth was wide open, snoring loudly. You nudge him to wake him up, but he doesn’t budge. All you can do is scoff at him and check on your daughters in their room just as sound asleep as their babysitter. Going back to the living room, Jeongin’s turned to his side, snoring quieter than before. You sit right at his feet and get comfortable, kicking your feet up on the coffee table and turning on the TV. When your heel lands on the table, you kick over Jeongin’s journal, the book falling to the ground and opening to a blank page.

Your eyes dart to Jeongin and back at the book, and you’re mentally debating whether or not to look through it. You’ve hardly talked to the boy aside from a few conversations about school in a “back in my day” type dialogue. This would be a major invasion of privacy, but there’s no way it’s a diary. He writes in it constantly, how would it be a diary?

You pick up the notebook, looking at the cover that read “Yang Jeongin Journal 1” on the title lines. Skipping to the one of the first few pages, you read a couple lines, which turns into reading a paragraph, and later an entire page. The more you read, the more you begin to understand why he hid it from you while boldly writing in front of you. Your jaw hangs slack as your eyes glaze over the lewd words written on the page. Your mind is blown imaging the sweet boy Jeongin imagining these scenarios, especially when you realize that you’re the other character.

Her hand feels like heaven wrapped around my cock, stroking me up and down as I quickly become breathless from the sensation. She looks into my eyes, staring me down like a predator watching her prey. Her touch quickly becomes overwhelming as my dick starts to twitch in her hand, begging to cum despite her only beginning to play with me. I thrust into her hand, hips quaking as I seat myself again. “Please let me cum, mommy.” Y/n laughs and nods her head, lowering her lips to my cock, ready to catch my release on her gorgeous face.

Seeing your name on the paper makes your heart jump. All of these dirty thoughts that Jeongin pens in his journal are about you. As you shuffle through the pages, your name is practically highlighted to your eyes. Every few pages, there’s a description of your body or what you wear, occasionally an imagine of you undressing in your bedroom window that happens to face Jeongin’s bedroom. Although you always keep your curtains shut, Jeongin’s writing describes him hoping that you leave your curtains open to put on a show for him, undressing slowly until you notice Jeongin jerking off in the house across the fence.

You slam his journal shut. You’ve seen enough. Laying it down on the table as it was before, you attempt to calm yourself and watch the TV you’ve been craving to watch since you got off work. Despite your best efforts, your mind begins to wonder to Jeongin, sleeping quietly beside you, and how ecstatic he’d be if you’d reenact some of the scenes he wrote in his special journal.

Jeongin groans and stretches, finally waking up from his nap. You tap his leg to signal that you’re home, and he nearly jumps out of his skin feeling you near him. He coughs as he sits up, pressing down his shirt to get out any wrinkles and fixing his hair that looks like a bird’s nest.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You laugh, smiling brightly at him as if you weren’t just reading his book of sexual fantasies. “Did you have a nice nap?”

“Yes, yes!” Jeongin fumbles over his words, worried that you’re about to fire him for sleeping on the job. “I’m so sorry! I promise I didn’t fall asleep until after the girls went to sleep.” He bows his head, sincerely apologizing for something any college student would reasonably do once work was over.

“No worries. I’m sure my girls were in good hands.” You reach for his journal and hand it to him, and he begins to turn a bright shade of red. He knows what’s in that book, but he assumes you’re still naive. “I almost used your little book as a footrest, so put this somewhere safe, okay?��

“Oh, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to leave it out. I was just writing in it until I fell asleep.” He grabs his bookbag and shoves it in gently.

“Wow, you write in that thing a lot.” You cross your legs and you face him, totally ignoring the television show at this point. “How long have you had that assignment for class?”

You clearly caught him off guard. He seems confused before he remembers his lie, widening his eyes once he realizes that he’s about to dig himself into a hole. “Oh, it isn’t just one assignment. It’s for my creative writing class.”

“Ah, I had a creative writing class too.” If he was going to lie to your face, it was only fair that you rebuttal with another lie. “Can I read some of what you wrote? Maybe give you some critique?”

Jeongin’s mind went blank. He broke out in a cold sweat. If he lets you read it, his life will be over, but on the other hand, if he doesn’t let you read it, it will look sketchy since it’s just supposed to be innocent writing for a freshman level college class.

“Uh, it’s a little personal.” He’s adamantly avoiding eye contact with you, looking anywhere but your face. “I don’t think that would be appropriate since you’re my next door neighbor.”

“Not appropriate, huh?” You can’t help but smirk, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees the sideways smile grow on your face. His heart begins to dip as he finally starts to connect the dots, thinking that his job, no, his existence as your neighbor could end within a matter of minutes. “What’s so inappropriate about wanting your neighbor, who is over ten years older than you might I add, to sit on your face and call you her baby boy? Hm?”

Jeongin is frozen in place. He’s been outed. All of his wildest sexual fantasies have been revealed to the woman he wants to do them with. Knowing you’ve read his journal at least a little bit, he can’t help but get hard under his joggers, mentally cursing himself for wearing them once he notices your eyes drift to the tent in his pants.

“Sorry, but curiosity killed the cat on this one.” You scoot closer to him, taking his hands in yours and rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand to warm him up. “I can’t believe my neighbor’s cute little son grew up to be such a dirty minded boy that can’t keep his thoughts in his head, but has to put them on paper so he can read them and imagine his neighbor fuck him again and again.”

“How much did you read?” Still with his head down, he squeaks out the question that’s been running through his mind since you started teasing him with your words.

“I read enough.” You remove one of your hands from the hold and perk his chin up so he has no choice but to look at you. His eyes are sparkling with lust as you’re just centimeters from his face. “Tell me, Jeongin, what do you want me to do to you?”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

He pauses to ponder and collect his thoughts. Everything he’s ever imagined is running through his read: the pet names, the toys, the punishments, the pleasure. It’s all too much, and he can hardly speak another word before you pet his face, holding his head in your palm as he shyly presses his cheek into your hand.

“M-mommy,” he had never said that word out loud to you before, “can I strip for you?”

“All for me?” You smile, gladly accepting this offer. “Go ahead, baby boy. Show mommy what she’s been missing.”

He removes himself from you and stands up, timidly facing you as you lounge back on your couch. His shirt goes first, being neatly tossing onto the couch where he once sat. His fingers fiddle with the hem of his sweatpants before he pulls them down, showing you his bulge that’s painfully pressed against his tight boxer briefs. He’s bigger than you expected him to be, but that’s welcomed in your eyes.

You hold your hand out, stopping him before he can pull down his underwear. Standing up with a groan, you walk around his body, eyeing him up like he’s a buffet. One of your hands gently grabs at his ass, squeezing the skin between your fingertips and making him whine. You bite your lip when you hear him, sounding cute as a button despite the situation. From behind, you pull him back to you and run your hands around his body to feel his toned abs, finally moving upwards to tease his erect nipples. You feel him take a deep breath to calm himself, but when one hand pinches his nipple, he whines again, louder this time.

“Quiet, baby. You don’t want to wake the girls, do you?” When you whisper in his ear, all of the thoughts leave his head. You’ve hardly touched him and he’s dumb, and as embarassing at it is, he loves feeling helpless in your arms. “I haven’t seen another man like this in ages. You’re exactly what I need right now, Jeongin.”

“Y-you need me?” He can hardly believe that you’re just as horny over him as he is for you, although his longer dates back far longer than just an hour or so. You hum in his ear as your hands slide down his torso to his cock, palming him over his underwear. He hisses and moans from the lightest stimulation. His reaction to all of your touches is perfect, and you can’t wait to see how he reacts when you’re riding him or sucking him off, although you could do anything to him and he’d be thankful.

You remove your hand from his cock and pull down his underwear, finally seeing his length in all its glory. He gasps from how fast you undress him, but at the same time, he loves being on display for you. As much as he wants to hide his erection out of reflex, he holds his arms to the side tightly, allowing you to come in front of him and take in the view.

“Jeongin, are you a virgin?” As embarrassing at it is, he nods and holds his breath, waiting for you to answer. “Aw, my pretty little boy’s never been fucked? That must be why you’re so infatuated with me.”

You get down on your knees so you’re eye-level with his cock, now red and angry, begging to be sucked. Although your skills might be a little rusty, if your ex-husband’s reviews were any indication, you were about to blow this kid’s mind. With a little lick, he’s whining and staring down at you as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock before moving back again and wrapping your hand around him like he’s always imagined.

“Do you want to sit down?” Your voice sounded so calm and gentle, it was honestly shocking to Jeongin since he could hardly speak at all. He nods, and you take him to sit back on the couch. He spreads his legs for you to sit in between, once again jerking him off with one hand while the other plays with his balls. You kiss the tip before taking his member into your mouth, bobbing your head only around the tip.

Jeongin’s convinced himself that he’s dreaming when he looks down to see your face moving up and down the very top of his cock. It feels so good, better than he could have ever imagined, and surely better than his hand. As you slowly start to take him more into your mouth, he’s clutching onto the couch cushion for dear life. He gets close very fast, tapping his thigh with one hand to try to convey that he’s about to cum. Quickly catching on, you take him fully into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, almost making you gag.

After a few twitches of his cock, you feel him cumming down your throat as he moans out expletives from the overwhelming sensation. When he’s finally done, you pull your mouth off of him and let his cum drip out of your mouth and onto your chest, which was still covered by your button-down work shirt. When Jeongin finally opens his eyes, he’s greeted by you lazily resting your head on his thigh, looking up at him, waiting for him to come back down to Earth.

“Ah, thank you, mommy.” In his post-nut state, the name he’d given you leaves his lips more hesitantly, but he knows that’s what you want to hear. Looking up at the clock, he notices that it’s past his self-determined bed time, but he’s still dazed enough to not care, at least for a moment. “That felt so good.”

“And maybe tomorrow night we can do more, hm?” You slide onto his lap, his soft cock resting between your thighs. “I’d love to ride my baby boy and finally take his virginity… only if you want of course.”

“I- … Yes, I’d love that.” Before he can say another word, you kiss him on the lips, and despite them just being around his cock, your kiss is sweet, and he needs more of it. Trying to avoid a make-out session, you pull away and get off of the boy’s lap, telling him to get dressed and go home so you can both sleep.

Your goodbye to him is the same as always, waving as he walks back home, but knowing what’s going to transpire tomorrow night, you can’t help but finish yourself off after being all worked up from Yang Jeongin. You decide to save your panties from today before you get into the shower, because they’re absolutely drenched and you’re sure Jeongin would love to have them for when he’s home alone.

After pleasing yourself in the shower, you peek out your bedroom window. Just as you had hoped, Jeongin’s curtains were wide open, and he was beating his cock with one hand and sucking on his fingers with the other. He was clearly thinking about you by how he’d had his journal sitting next to him opened to a random page.

You sleep good that night, pleased and excited for tomorrow. Although you were always the submissive one, you came to realize that maybe being the one in control was just what you needed.

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imhereiguess556 · 3 years

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Brahms one shot story

Ok I finally did it, I’m posting a story here. This is my first short fic I’ve written in a long time,I tried my best to make sure its gender nuteral, hope you guys like it!

Warnings: Just some making out, implication of sex

Prompt: You just found out your ex was cheating on you, and a big hairy man has come to comfort you!

The fire place hissed as another photo was thrown into the fire. Soft sobs echoed in the manor, breaking the usual cold silence. Pictures of your ex sizzing as you reviewed the relationship. You gave them your all and they decided to throw everything away. Catching them cheating via an email from their mistress telling you of their misdeeds. Another photo went in as you sipped on the last of the red wine in the manor. Fuck them, fuck everything. You didn’t need anyone except Brahms. Yes, it was silly but the only constant in your life at this point was this doll and its schedule.

You admitted it was weird at first, taking care of a doll. It was a reminder or the Heelshires deceased son. To cope, his parents made a porcelain doll of the boy. But you didn’t judge them for that. Losing your family at a young age, you wish you could have done the same thing. Whatever, more wine will make the bad thoughts go away. Swishing the empty wine bottle, you let out a defeated groan. You’ll burn the rest tomorrow; this wine was starting to get to you anyways. Dumping water onto the fire, you retreated into the dark towards your accommodations.

You had put the doll to bed, per instructions but you couldn’t help but check on the doll every night like a real child. Maybe it was your curiosity, maybe it was the loneliness you felt, but something always seemed to be in the same room as you. A presence was always watching you, studying you. You felt it with ever creak and groan the old manor would produce. Was it the ghost of Brahms watching over how you tended to his effigy? It did make you feel less lonely in the empty space, but it didn’t make it less creepy. But it has been like this for a month, you got used to being alone.

The movement behind you sparked your imagination. You wanted to try something that you were always so chicken shit to try. Getting the ghost of Brahms to show himself. “Brahms? You’re supposed to be in bed. Don’t be a naughty boy tonight, I’m to…hm. Do I tell a doll I’m drunk?” the sounds stopped in the hallway, sobering you up a little. You placed your hand against the wall. Was the ghost of a child really hiding in the walls? “Hey Brahms, if I knock will you knock back?” you were met with silence, but it didn’t stop you from knocking twice. Silence again, sighing you turned away. Two slow knocks came out of the wall, causing you to let out a shaky breath. “Ok Brahmsies, how about we play a game. If you win, you’re not in trouble. If I win no good night kisses for a week!” Mrs. Heelshire told you he used to love playing games, so maybe this will entice the child ghost? Two knocks came out of the wall in what seemed like a response.

“Ok let’s play red light green light. Red means you have to stop. Green means go! If I say red light and I see you, you lose! But if you touch me without me seeing you win! Knock twice if you understand.” After a minute, two loud knocks came from the wall, you walked into the middle of hallway, covering your eyes tightly. “Ok….green light!” the walls started to creak all around you. This would normally terrify you but in your state, you really could care less. The sounds were coming from above you now, “Red light!” It stopped, biting your lip you covered her eyes again, “Green light!” The sounds made their way towards Brahms room, with your eyes covered, Anna walked into the room. “Red light!” when you removed your hands from your eyes yet again, you notice the closet door had pushed open slightly. That’s when you realized what might happen. If you keep playing you might see….something… where you really ready the see the ghost of a dead child?! Inhaling sharply, you covered your eyes again, “You know what Brahms, you win. I’m to tired to play, I’m going to bed. Your not in trouble” You start to back up from the room but soft voice chimed out, “Y/N Not fair, I want to play.” You froze, that was a child. A child’s voice. Shivering you called out “Green light.” You could hear the closet door creek open, heavy footsteps, walking slowly towards you. Those are not child’s footsteps, “R-Red light!” The footsteps stopped but you wouldn’t uncover your eyes. You tried to walk out of the room again, “Y/N. You’re cheating!” Heavy footsteps walked towards you; Brahms sounded irritated.

“Enough Brahms, please stop, go to bed.” Tripping over yourself, you stumbe into hallway, you still kept your eyes shut tight. The footsteps picked up speed, two feet started to sound like someone was crawling on all fours. That defiantly was not the sound of a child crawling after you! You bumped into the wall pulling your knees to your face, shaking. Brahms was in front of you, you knew it, his was breathing so heavily. Much lower and heavier than any child should sound like. Something touched your bare foot, causing you to yelp, a child’s voice rang out, “I won Y/N, look at me Y/N.”

Something moved up your ankle to your knee, was that a hand? That was not a child’s hand, that was a man’s hand. Oh god this isn’t happening. “Y/N….” The voice whined as his hand grabbed your calf, pulling your leg down. Taking a deep breath, you slowly opened her eyes, a porcelain mask was inches away from your face. It was Brahms face it looked exactly like the dolls face. This was not a child, this was a grown man, a giant, muscular, hairy man. He reeked of sweat, dust and what you assumed was his natural musk. You were speechless, terrified but also intrigued. Has he been watching you this whole time?!

Being lost in your thoughts seemed to be an invite for Brahms to run a shaky hand through your hair. “Pretty y/n, I won.” He leaned into your neck, the cool porcelain stinging your warm skin, a hand holding the other side. You let out a gasp as you felt his hot panting breath coming from behind mask, “I’m a good boy.” You gently tried to push him away, “B-Brahms please, you’re too close.” But this seemed to excite Brahms, causing him to push his chest against yours, his massive hands holding wrists against the wall, holding you in place.” B-Brahms please stop!” He came out from the crook of your neck and getting close to your face again, his eyes locked with yours. This time when he spoke it was deep, a man’s deep growly voice “You asked for me, so I came. I’m here now like a good boy.”

He was right. You asked him to come out of the walls to play with you. And now in front was you was a sweaty grown Brahms. “Please don’t cry.” This caught you off guard, was he watching you earlier? Was your assumption correct, that Brahms has been watching you for the past month? “They are not worthy of you y/n. I don’t want to see you cry anymore.” Another porcelain kiss was this time on your cheek, he seemed sincere with his words. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the blow to you ego for being deceived, but you felt comfortable with his advances. “Brahms, I…I won’t cry anymore tonight, ok? You’re right. He’s not worth it.”

Brahms let out a soft giggle as he kissed your cheek again. “Hey Brahms, can you…take off the mask?” His head jerk back a little, his breathing seemed nervous. “I want to see your face, please. Can you do that for me?” Brahms released your wrists, his fingertips sliding under the mask hesitantly. With a quick motion, he pulled off the porcelain mask, his breath quivering. You push the thick wavy locks out of his face, revealing the burn scare on his face. Brahms leaned his face into your touch, letting out a breathy groan. He was beautiful, handsome, breath taking. Pushing yourself off the wall, you couldn’t help but lean into his lips for a kiss.

His lips were dry at first but him kissing back quickly moistened them up. He pushed into your kisses eagerly, but inexperienced. No surprise if he had been living in this house all his life. You start to lead him with the kisses, allowing his tongue into your mouth. He brought you close, pressing your chest against his. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he lifted you up with ease. You two kiss with passion as he walks into the bedroom, gripping onto you as if scared he might lose you. This night was about you two now. No more ex’s, no more hiding, no more pain, just a night of two lost souls to become one.

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whump-a-la-mode · 3 years

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Escape: Part 2

This is a bit different from what I usually do. @equestrianwritingsstuff recently posted a one-off piece, and I got a little bit obsessed with it. So, with her permission, this is a continuation! The original post can be found here.

Summary: After being captured and forced into a torturous reform program, Villain attempts escape-- but throws it all away to save the life of his foe.

CW//Attempted conditioning, denial of food, denial of water, intentional self injury, broken glass, blood, mentions of car crashes, collars, chains, firearms, attempted murder

“Okay.” The sigh was sharp, enough so to make Villain bite their own tongue in apprehension. “Let’s try another one.”

Nosey shuffled through the stack of papers piled before them on the desk. Villain glanced down at the pile-- noting its sheer height. He wasn’t expected to go through all those, right? No, that would certainly take all night.

“Here.” The hero before him settled on one of the pages, picking it up. “This one should be easy.”

Villain muttered something under his breath, laden with swears and insults.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Mhm.” A haughty exhale. “Here. If you get this one on the first try, you can go back to your cell and... I don’t know, do whatever it is you do. I’m tired of looking at your face.”

Back to his cell. That made Villain perk up, nearly straining against the cuffs holding him firmly to the table.

“Okay, let’s just get this over with. Here’s the scenario. You’re walking along the street, and you see someone hit by a car. The car does not stop, and the victim is thrown onto the sidewalk in front of you. They are clearly alive, but severely injured. Do you:

A: Use your healing powers to treat their injuries.

B: Search the surrounding area for a civilian with medical training

C: Contact the Heroic Civilian Treatment Team to take the victim to hospital.”

“Um...”

Villain felt the hairs on the back of his neck stick up, despite being half wetted down with sweat.

If someone had been struck by a vehicle, the obvious answer would be to help them as quickly as possible. As soon as injuries like that were inflicted, the clock was already ticking.

The heroes were terribly resistant to him using his powers in any situation-- that was somewhat the whole point of the Villain Containment Practices. But in this case, it would certainly be an exception, right? Their whole job was supposed to be protecting life.

“Uh- I- I think A.” He at last croaked out. “Use my healing powers to stabilize them, then find a civilian doctor to get them to the hospital.”

Nosey sighed.

“A situation like this should always be deferred to us. Using your powers is never the answer.”

They placed down the paper, hastily rearranging the messy stack of them.

“Let’s go back to the gym. I’ll let you off with ten laps, this time.”

Villain gulped, phlegm sliding down a dry throat, as a pair of guards advanced to untie him from the table.

“C- Can I have some water? Please?”

“You’ve already lost your food privileges for the day. Do you really want to lose your water, too? You get water once you’ve earned it. For now, we’re going to the gym.

At this rate, maybe you should just become a permanent resident in our program.”

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The glass was mocking them.

Villain was certain of that, even as he kneeled on his cot of a bed, half delirious, half exhausted.

The glass of water sat on a small table at the bed’s end. Just a glass, hardly even filled halfway. Haphazardly placed under a faucet for a few moments without thought.

He knew he had to drink it. He didn’t have much of a choice. Tomorrow would only bring more questions, more laps, more push-ups, more lectures. It would be terrible, certainly, but the small amount of liquid would make it at least the tiniest bit more bearable. Give him the tiniest bit more strength.

It was all he had. He’d spent the day watching his classmates-- that’s what the heroes called them, they were fellow prisoners, at best-- eating their meals, while he sat at an empty table.

Just because he had started a fight didn’t mean he should have to starve. Besides, they had it coming. Stuck up ass.

Villain frowned, cracked and dry lips sticking together, and reached forth to pick up the glass.

He needed to drink it, but as soon as he did, it would be gone. He would have to earn the next few drops through countless tears and buckets of sweat. At the very least, right now, he had control. He had a choice.

Not a very good one, but...

When had he gotten to this point? Having a crisis in a barren room over a half-glass of water? He was supposed to be a villain. Others were supposed to fear him.

Besides...

Villain’s hand shook, water sloshing, even as he was careful not to lose a single, precious drop.

He didn’t know how much longer he could survive like this. Endless exercise, endless questions. Maybe they would never let him out. Maybe they wanted him to die here. Hell, they probably wanted him to die here. One less problem, drained of strength until they no longer had enough to breathe.

This was one long, drawn out execution. Even if it wasn’t, he could hardly imagine a situation in which they allowed his parting. In which they considered him at long last “reformed.”

Villain had to leave. He had to. He was leaving here either in a glorious escape, or in a body bag. Or, worse: In a hero’s uniform.

He downed the water, feeling the heavenly moisture fill his throat. It was the best thing he had ever tasted, despite the fact that water had no taste to it.

It was far less pleasant than what would come next. He knew from unfortunate experience that there were only two things that could get him out of this cell: Going to ‘class,’ or having an emergency.

The first wouldn’t work.

There was no camera in the room, he had searched long and hard to confirm that fact. At the very least, he didn’t have to do much in the way of acting. Not yet.

He swung his unsteady legs over the edge of the bed, standing, stumbling halfway to the end table.

Before throwing the glass to the floor.

It was a miracle, that the heroes allowed him glass dishware. The cup exploded, a thousand shining pieces scattering about the floor.

Now, for the unpleasant part.

Villain gritted his teeth, throwing himself onto the broken glass, ensuring that it dug into his flesh, his legs and his palms. At the very least, his screams were genuine.

“Help! Help!” He wailed. “I’m hurt! Help, please help! Oh god, that’s my blood, oh god oh god...”

There was no camera in the room, but the door was plenty thin, and in this facility, screams carried far. To ensure this, he let out a few more cries, carrying them on until the door lock was frantically turned, the door thrown open on its hinges.

Hero’s inhale was quick enough that she nearly started choking on her own breath.

“V-Villain, oh god, that’s- That’s your blood?”

Of course it was, dimwit. It was flooding from his skin, wasn’t it?

“Y- Yes. I tripped, um, oh god, oh...”

The swaying and slurring of his words were not pretend, either. Dehydration and hunger made sure of that.

“Can you walk?” How was there so much concern in her tone?

“Don’t know.”

“We need to try. I can carry you, but- We need to get to the infirmary.”

The hero hurried to their foe’s side, arms under his shoulders helping him to his feet. He could walk on his own, not well, but he could-- though Hero had no need to know that.

“Okay.”

“It’s a pretty long walk. We can take it slow, okay?”

“Yeah.”

That was exactly what they did. Their movements were so painfully slow that at times Villain wondered whether or not they were moving at all, but, after some time, they did cover some distance. The few people awake at such an hour steered clear, seeing a villain covered in blood and wanting nothing to do with it in the slightest.

The infirmary was on the bottom floor, Villain had seen it on his way in, making note of its placement. Of course, Hero wasn’t about to make him struggle down all those stairs. No. She went straight for the elevator, stepping into the isolated box with her foe and letting the doors closed.

This was it. The elevator ride would only last a few moments-- it was now or never.

As subtly as he possibly could, Villain placed his hand upon his injured leg, the minty thrum of healing powers knitting together the slices. Though, it did nothing to dry the blood that had already seeped out.

He was healed, and Hero was alone. Trapped.

By all accounts, it was a fight that Villain should have lost. He was exhausted, stomach left empty for far too long, and veins severely lacking in blood. Hero had the benefit of being well-fed, well-rested, all of it.

But that explanation left out one thing.

Villain was desperate.

He watched the small, digital screen count down the floors.

4...

3...

2...

Now!

The strike may not have been powerful, but it was aided by the sheer speed at what it was launched. Villain’s fist collided with Hero’s temple, knocking her sideways, stumbling. He wasted not a millisecond in preparing his next strike, hearing the crack of a cheekbone beneath his knuckles.

Hero let out a cry, holding her face where a bruise would certainly bloom in the hour. Limbs still soaked in scarlet, Villain swung out with his leg, catching Hero in the knee, sending her to the elevator floor with a hollow crash.

The elevator doors opened.

It was the fastest Villain had ever run in his life, he was certain of that. His legs were little more than blurs of red as he sprinted forth, tearing through a lobby that was nearly barren. An infinitesimal distance between him and freedom.

“Oh no you don’t!”

His legs came out from under him, his face striking the tile floor, almost certainly giving him an identical blessure to Hero.

The voice-- it was Nosey’s stupid, avian squawk. And, too, their polished boot struck Villain’s back.

“You really thought it’d be that easy?”

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The metal chafed horribly against Villain’s neck, somehow making his throat’s desiccation more acute. He laid his head against the thin carpet, spine aching terribly. The movement shifted the chain latched onto his collar, the slight clinking noise making his heartbeat stutter.

Tied up like a dog.

“Is this really necessary?” He grumbled, shifting himself to a sitting position, gazing upwards.

To Hero’s bed. Her legs dangled off the side of the mattress, hands gripped into fists around gathered bedsheets.

“We’ve been over this. That cell was a privilege, and you’ve lost it.”

“And so you chain me to the wall like a dog.”

“Exactly. You need to be under my direct supervision.”

“Yeah, whatever. Did you really have to stick this stupid collar on me?”

“I’m no happier about this than you are. But I’m not giving you free reign of my bedroom. You already tried to kill me once tonight.”

“I wasn’t trying to kill you.”

“Whatever. Unlike you, I actually have things to do in the morning. So, if you would please let me sleep?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“If you do something for me first.”

“You are in the worst possible position to make demands, right now.”

Villain’s sigh tore at his throat.

“I just want some water.”

“Just that? Wait. You’re not going to smash the glass again, are you? I’m way too tired for that nonsense a second time tonight.”

“Just don’t put the water in a glass, then.”

“You actually just want water?”

“Yes.” He added rather pathetically. “Please?”

“I... Fine. Then you’ll let me sleep?”

“Mhm.”

“Fine.”

Hero stood, glancing suspiciously at her captive as she made her way across the room. As if he could do anything-- the chain was maybe three feet in length. He could barely lay his head down.

She maneuvered to her kitchenette, returning with a plastic cup-- filled to the brim with that precious liquid. She placed it before him. He was already drooling.

“That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Goodnight, Villain.”

“Goodnight.”

Was that really all it took to domesticate him? A glass of water? It hardly mattered. As soon as Hero turned off the light, bathing the room in shadow, Villain downed the liquid as though his life depended on it.

Perhaps, it did.

It wasn’t long before Hero’s steady breathing had turned to soft snoring. Villain shifted himself into the most comfortable position he could manage. Even that, however, was far from being pleasant, with the chain threatening to strangle him at any moment.

That wasn’t what kept him from sleeping, however. He needed to sleep. He knew that, he wasn’t stupid. He would need his energy for the next day of lessons, of shouted orders and lectures.

That was all his life would be from now on, wouldn’t it? Orders and exhaustion and being forced to earn the most basic of needs by answering moral quandaries incorrectly.

Villain wanted, longed, to cry. To let out all the horrible emotions that had stuck in his chest cavity, threatening to drown his lungs in sorrow. But that would break the conditions of the deal.

He had to be quiet, or else he might never again be allowed water.

It was that dread in his chest, that hopelessness, that forced him awake.

So, he laid, still, listening to Hero’s snores as his own body refused to allow him unconsciousness.

Snores, and...

Footsteps.

Footsteps? Villain tensed, holding stock still, pricking his ears for the noise. They drew louder, louder, before stopping. Stopping outside the dorm room door.

He held his breath.

The door opened gently enough that the hinges made only the slightest noise. Then, the footsteps were inside.

Villain shrunk down in the corner, making himself far smaller and quieter than anyone of his status should ever have had to be.

Two sets of footsteps. Growing louder, coming towards the bedroom. The bed.

Hero.

“Are you sure we need to do this?” An unknown voice, whispering.

“If you want this plan to work, we don’t have a choice.”

That voice, that voice was not unknown. It was loud, terribly high pitched, terribly-

Nosey.

“We really have to kill them?”

“We won’t get the chance if you keep talking. Just do it, don’t chicken out on me, now.”

“Okay, okay.”

Villain’s heartbeat shivered.

The cocking of a gun. That horrible sound, that precursor of bloodshed.

Then, the shot. Two pairs of footsteps, fleeing, slamming the door behind themselves.

Villain gulped.

It was no doubt what had happened-- if he had had any doubts, they were quickly drowned out as Hero’s breathing hitched, then quieted to an almost imperceptible level. Growing slower, weaker by the second.

They are clearly alive, but severely injured.

In the scenario, he had had three choices. But this wasn’t a training scenario.

Now, he only had two.

A: Praise his lucky stars and use the opportunity to escape. There was a fire escape, just outside the window. He would be gone into the night before anyone knew any different.

Or...

B: Do the right thing.

Villain threw himself against the chain about his neck, collar threatening to cut off his airways. He spun about, gripping the chain in clammy fingers, pulling and tugging and-

Her breathing was getting quieter, weaker.

He pulled harder, muscles straining with the effort. The chain was anchored to the wall with a spike, drilled in. There was no way he could break the chain, no way he could break the spike, but-

Villain’s heel slammed through the plaster and drywall, chain flying backwards at his face. He hardly made note of it. Spike and chain and all dragging behind him, he tore to Hero’s bedside.

It was almost fortunate, that the lights were off. He couldn’t see the extent of the wounds.

He placed his hands upon her head, that minty feeling rushing to his fingers, his palms, her skin.

Using your powers is never the answer.

No. No, that wasn’t true.

Rules didn’t matter. Training didn’t matter. All that mattered was doing the right thing.

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