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froot-batty · 6 months

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(most of) The sewer squad!

Surprisingly, Clay and Croc were super fun for me to color. Rat was the one that kicked my ass this time

(P.S. sorry about the lore being so long down there)

Waylon Jones was originally born in Louisiana. He was born into a relatively low income but very big, very loving family. He was also born with Epidermolytic Ichthyosis, which caused patches of his skin to blister or thicken, sort of like scales. This would be the first thing he'd be bullied for as a child, and it would only grow worse as he went through school and his undiagnosed ADHD and dyslexia would make it ten times harder for him. He would eventually decide to drop out of school, both because of his learning difficulties and the bullying.

One thing Waylon had always loved was boxing. His father had taught him and all of his siblings the basics of boxing, and Waylon was one of the ones who really took a shining to it. It helped that he was a naturally bulky guy who could put on muscle pretty easily. So now that he was out of school, he decided to put his free time towards participating in amateur boxing matches. It didn't rake in very much money, and usually took place in some guy's backyard or a junkyard, but he thought it was a lot of fun - and, most of all, he was good at it.

He made the choice to move to Gotham after he'd collected enough money to start a life somewhere else. He loved his family, and it hurt to move away from them, but a big city like Gotham provided more opportunity than backyard brawling. And indeed, it did! He graduated from probably illegal homemade boxing matches to actual, professional matches - still nothing above amateur, but it was something, and it made a lot more money!

It was during this time when he'd gain the nickname Killer Croc, from a combination of his skin condition, how big he was, and where he'd been born. (He didn't actually kill anyone though, he was a sweetie. He's just killer at boxing).

Things started going downhill for him when he finally won enough matches to go up against another relatively popular name in the amateur boxing league. This opponent, not wanting to lose against what was still a fresh face in Gotham, conspired to cheat in order to win. Because it's Gotham, and anyone can be made to look the other way, no one caught the man as he mixed plaster of Paris with his hand wraps (which hardens into something similar to concrete) before the match.

Safe to say, Waylon lost the fight pretty badly. While he would have been a good sport about it, he knew that who he'd fought had cheated, and he was pissed. As soon as he was out of the hospital, and his face was healed enough for it, he caught the other boxer as he was leaving the gym. He tried to convince him to admit that he had cheated and forfeit his win, but they'd end up getting into an argument that'd turn physical when he tried to punch Waylon.

When the cops arrived, instead of breaking up the both of them and taking them both in, they instead arrested just Waylon. Because the other boxer chose to press charges, Waylon was shipped off to BlackGate Penitentiary after a hasty trial. But he didn't stay there for very long.

Doctor Hugo Strange, head of Arkham Asylum, had followed Waylon's arrest closely in the news. He took an interest in the boxer specifically because of the irony of his nickname. Strange would go on to convince the superintendent of BlackGate that Waylon was unfit to be housed in a regular prison because of how dangerous he might be - Arkham would be a much better fit for him.

Strange promised Waylon that being in an asylum would greatly reduce how long he'd have to spend incarcerated, as he could get out of an asylum when he was proven "sane". But Waylon was given a cell in the lowest pits of Arkham - in the basement, where Strange made his monsters. And he would become the living test subject for what would become Kirk Langstrom's own bat-serum; his nickname, Killer Croc, once a source of pride, becoming a cruel prediction of what he'd become.

Unlike Kirk, however, Waylon is permanently trapped in this new form; shunned from society and now living as Gotham's monster in the sewers. Forever a Killer Croc.

??? (Nickname: Rat/Rats) was born in....Well, actually, no one really knows where it came from. Rats was there the first time Waylon escaped into the sewers, and it seemed it'd been there a long time before that, too.

Rats is like a cryptid to most of the Gotham population. But, like, the kind of cryptid where everyone knows it's real, you just don't encounter it that often. 12 year old rat child in the sewers? Yeah, everyone knows about that

They're shy, unnerving, and tend to be nonspeaking, their only appearances to most of the public coming from brief glimpses in the sewers or, occasionally, guiding people lost within them back out.

To the rogues, though, Ratcatcher is a source of information. It seems to know far more than it should, due to communication with the all-seeing eyes of it's many rats. But how much it's willing to help depends on how much it trusts you, which is usually not very much at all.

And if they don't want to talk to you, then Waylon will be sure to escort you quickly out of the sewers.

(Fun fact: Rats communicates mostly in ASL!)

Basil Karlo was born and raised in Gotham. A lover of performance from the moment he could join the theatre club in school, he was dead set on pursuing an acting career after he graduated from college. His first experiences were small background roles or roles in commercials, but even then directors could see the acting potential lurking within him.

Small roles grew into more major roles, as they grew from background actor, to minor actor, to eventually starring in major roles. And they were a popular guy! Pretty face, charming voice, they became Gotham's own star!

In one of these movie roles, Basil would grow very close to one of his co-stars. Their relationship would move very quickly from friendship to romance, as it does when you work so closely with someone. It might have even moved a little too fast, as they decided to get married the moment they returned to America from their filming location. She moved into his home in Gotham, and things were good, for a little while.

But a lot of cast romances end up not working out, and this was one of those cases. Basil and his wife began to drift apart, focusing on their own careers and neglecting one another in the process. Their relationship began to decay, and with the nature of Basil's career, there began to be...people on the side.

They thought he kept these escapades a secret. They did everything they could to not let their wife or the public know about their cheating.

Of course, this was a pipedream.

This all happened around the time J's Red Hood Gang was at their peak. They figured out Basil's secret, gathered material, and would present the evidence to Basil himself. To keep their secret safe, Basil was forced under the Red Hood.

Basil...did not take well to what he had to do as a Red Hood. But he was desperate to save face amongst the well-to-do of Gotham, so he continued doing the bidding of J and her gaggle for a good while.

Until the day, with no interference from the Red Hoods, their wife left them. She had apparently been contacted by one of Basil's partners, and now they were going to leak that to the press during the divorce proceedings.

Basil's life was ruined. His reputation was in shambles, and he was doing more work for criminals than directors. But he decided he was going to change that. What was the point of working as a Red Hood if they had no way to blackmail him anymore?

So they attempted to leave. They confronted J and demanded that she let them go, and without waiting for her response, left.

Red Hoods were waiting at their home when they got back there. They kidnapped them, dragged them to Ace Chemicals, and proceeded to pour an experimental chemical onto their face. This chemical made flesh like clay—moldable, which the Hoods used to their advantage as they toyed with Basil's face. Morphing it into different shapes and expressions for their own amusement.

When they were done, they dragged him to the vat where they were developing that chemical and threw him into it, expecting him to die.

Unfortunately for Basil, they did not.

#frootverse #waylon jones #killer croc #ratcatcher #basil karlo #clayface #batman #rogues gallery #my art #rogue design

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multiplefandomsblog · 3 years

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Hajime x reader x Nagito NSFW and SFW headcanons

request; omg could you please (of course, only if it isn’t a bother) do the polyamorous SFW and NSFW headcanons like you did for kokichi and Shuichi with Hajime and nagito? gn! or fem! reader, please 🛐

Warnings; unedited, minor spoilers, long af, polyamory, anggggsssst, fluff, the timeline is bullshit, voyeurism, praise kink, degradation kink, orgasm denial/edging, cock warming, BDSM, gn!reader, I tried making the reader’s parts gender-neutral, anal, fingering, hair pulling, cum eating, mentions of choking

Note; I feel like I made this more different compared to the Shuichi and kokichi one, but I still hope you enjoyed it nonetheless, thank you for requesting! (i also had so many more things to add, but it was becoming quite long so I had to hold back a bit qwq)

- mod chia

•SFW•

◊ TSUNDERE HAJIME AHHH- I’m so sorry, I just had to.

◊ But yes, Hajime is absolutely the cutest tsundere ever.

◊ It’s especially amusing when you and Nagito both gang up on him, kissing or cuddling him randomly just to see him flustered. You’d both randomly start being super affectionate towards him, turning him red. A thing you and Nagito would do is lean on both sides of his shoulders at the same time, or hug him from the back and front. Maybe some cheek kisses from both sides, he loves those but he won’t tell you that.

◊ I headcanon Hajime to be a protective boyfriend. If he ever found out someone had been rude to you or Nagito, he would throw hands. He is willing to beat up anyone for the two of you, you can’t talk him out of it.

◊ Hajime would get jealous easily, as a result of his insecurity about his talentlessness. If he ever saw an ultimate putting the moves on either of you, he’d probably get uncomfortable and try to pull you away or be extra affectionate.

◊ He gets kind of upset and envious of the ultimates Nagito praises, it makes him wonder if you and Nagito preferred someone else that had talent. So please assure him that he’s everything you both want and more, he needs the confidence and comfort.

◊ If he felt particularly insecure one day, you’d both sandwich him in a cuddle and tell him how important he meant to the both of you. He would refuse at first, saying that he was alright and all, but you two don’t fall for it.

◊ As you two are always there for him, he’s always there for you too.

◊ If he’s ever stressed during a class trial and you or Nagito’s stadium was next to his, he’d instinctually hold hands with either of you, feeling his nerves calm down a bit at the reassuring squeeze.

◊ He has a sense for when you two are feeling upset, he always knows when something is up because he has a ton of experience himself. So he can recognize all the symptoms because he’s seen them in himself.

◊ Hajime somehow always knows the right thing to say and the best stuff to give to you when you’re feeling down in the dumps. He always reassures you that no matter what, your feelings are valid and that you can always come to him or Nagito when you aren’t feeling like yourself.

◊ I headcanon that Nagito has some trouble detecting when something is wrong, I feel like he’d be too blinded by how amazing you two were that he’d overlook some symptoms of something wrong, brushing it off. He wouldn’t really think about the fact that you two could have issues in the first place, as a result of him viewing you so highly.

◊ Nagito is a great listener if you ever want to talk, and he will provide the warmest cuddles if you need them. He isn’t great at comforting you or advice, but he will whisper the sweetest things in your ear when you’re feeling insecure.

◊ Nagito is a pretty thoughtful boyfriend, he remembers everything about the two of you(i.e. Favourite food, flowers, colour, material, etc.) though he can’t even remember to take care of himself.

◊ He remembers all of the things his loves enjoy, and getting them for you two makes him extremely happy. He spoils you both rotten even though Hajime insists he doesn’t have to, but he does anyway.

◊ Nagito sometimes thinks he intrudes between the relationship with you and Hajime, he has thoughts of leaving the both of you because he thinks your relationship would be better without him. He’d see you two being adorable with each other, and think of how lucky he is to have you two.

◊ Almost too lucky. He worries that his presence in the relationship will somehow harm both of you, he’s convinced that something terrible will happen. So he’s constantly paranoid around the both of you. With everything good that occurs, something terrible follows; That’s his ultimate.

◊ In the early stages of your relationship with him, he’s pretty distant, always trying to edge himself out so you two could be happier together. But you two would notice his behaviour, asking him what was wrong.

◊ As he explained, your hearts broke from his reason as you both smothered him with love. Hajime would aggressively love him, telling him he shouldn’t think that and that you both would be extremely upset if he had left.

◊ He’d cry from the affection he’d receive from the two of you, feeling incredibly grateful for the both of you. After that, he’d stop being distant, realizing that he was just being selfish and hurting his loves. He’d realize that he had been doing the opposite of making you guys happy, and all he wants is for you two to be happy.

◊ I headcanon that Hajime and Nagito both have a teensy bit of trouble initiating kisses or contact, you’d have to initiate most of it. Hajime being too awkward and a tad shy, whereas Nagito doesn’t feel worthy of your touch.

◊ Buuuut, Hajime can and will initiate affection if you tease him to the point where he just wants to shut you guys up with his lips. He’d kabedon you guys and everything.

◊ Nagito’s favourite thing to do to you both is cooking and giving gifts. He loves acts of service because it makes him happy to know that he’s making you two happy from what he’s doing. If you let him cook or do anything for you, he’d be extremely happy. All he wants to do is to please the both of you.

◊ It’s cute seeing him dance around in his little apron while he cooks, it leads to one of those rare moments where Hajime initiates a back-hug. You’d join shortly after, not wanting to miss out on the cuddles. Nagito would be pretty surprised, but he’d let you two cling onto him as he kept on cooking with a wide smile on his face.

◊ A thing Hajime unconsciously does is hold your guys’ hands, he doesn’t want you two to wander off and him to lose you. It’s kind of a mom’s instinct.

◊ A thing you like to do is steal both of their clothes, wearing them around the house as if they were yours. The boys love seeing you in their clothes, their hearts just melt from how adorable you look. Hajime would flush and then question you for it,

◊ “Why are you wearing my clothes?” You clenched your hands around his material, bringing it tighter around your body. “Because it smells like you.” Hajime rolled his eyes but didn’t tell you to take it off, “Y-you’re such a perv.” He walked away, “But I’m your perv, right? Right, Hajime??”

◊ Nagito would question you for it, but for different reasons. “Ah yes, of course, you still look stunning in my garbage hoodie. Speaking of, why are you wearing my trash clothing? I can buy you your own hoodie, you know.” He walked up to you, tugging at the hem of his hoodie you were wearing, “Do you want me to take it off?” You teasingly pouted as Nagito panicked, “N-no! I mean… If you’d like to, it’s your choice. But if you decide to keep it on, I wouldn’t be upset- Hell! I’d never be upse-” You shut him up with a bear hug, “Don’t worry, I’m not even wearing anything underneath this in the first place.” “Oh. Haha, wait wha-”

•NSFW•

◊ I think Hajime secretly loves cockwarming but would never suggest it because he’s afraid you two might think it’s weird. During movies where one of you decide to sit on his lap, all he’s thinking of is sinking his dick inside either of you, walls squeezing around him comfortably.

◊ I headcanon Hajime to be a switch, it depends on his mood if he’d rather be a top or bottom. He goes along with you two are more comfortable with.

◊ I can imagine Hajime tied to the bedpost as you sink down on him, Nagito watching you both with his cock in his hand. Nagito joins after a while, Hajime looked so vulnerable, it’s alright if he’s selfish just this once right? He’d slip himself underneath Hajime, his dick sliding in Hajime’s ass as he cried out pleas and moans.

◊ Hajime’s eyes would be rolling in the back of his head as you both bounced on and thrusted into him, the pleasure mind-numbing. He’d be drooling from the intense pleasure he received from the both of you, Nagito whispering praises on how good he felt around him whilst you lost your mind writhing and grinding against his dick.

◊ I headcanon that Hajime wouldn’t really enjoy hardcore degradation, maybe some small stuff to make him submit, but any personal degrading turns him off.

◊ Now, I don’t think this is a popular opinion but, I can see Nagito getting off on degradation. You or Hajime could call him a slut, and he’d be cumming from words alone. He doesn’t really think about whether you truly feel that way about him, he goes into that mindset and he kind of forgets all of it, focusing solely on the pleasure he was giving to you two.

◊ Hajime likes being told he’s making you feel good, it reassures him that you’re actually enjoying it and it’ll get him to go harder and faster.

◊ When Hajime tops, I think Hajime wouldn’t really be a soft or hard dom, he’d just be in the sweet middle spot. He’d never go too far but he wouldn’t be too gentle with either of you. Ultimately, it depends on his mood. For example. If you both had provoked him beforehand to the point he was done, he would go feral and hard dom the shit out of you both, not even giving you a chance to breathe.

◊ It’s kind of hot when you see his face turn red and his neck pop a vein, but it’s even better when he starts releasing all that sexual frustration into you both.

◊ He’d have Nagito on his dick while Nagito sucked the life out of you. Nagito wouldn’t even have enough time to protest, Hajime would already have his tip teasing Nagito’s rim with Nagito’s head pushed down in between your thighs.

◊ He wouldn’t stop thrusting until he came, using you both for his pleasure and his pleasure only(kinda hot ngl). Even when he did feel either of you reach your high, he’ll pull away when you could practically taste it.

◊ He loves edging, the distress on your faces when he pulls away at that last moment gets him off in a sadistic way.

◊ Though, he would never let you two go without an orgasm unless you or Nagito acted bratty even after the many punishments. He punishes the both of you until you two finally break and submit completely to the point where you had no brat left in you.

◊ Nagito’s praise kink is more giving than receiving, though he will never complain if you did praise him. It makes his heart full when you tell him how good he is, he’s glad he’s making you feel good. You two always make Nagito feel good, so he always makes sure to let you know how good you make him feel.

◊ It’s kind of hot when you see his face turn red and his neck pop a vein, but it’s even hotter when he comes back to release his frustrations into the both of you.

◊ Nagito definitely puts the pleasure of his loves first, he always makes sure you two cum before him.

◊ Nagito wouldn’t insert his dick in either of you unless you begged for it, he doesn’t think he deserves the pleasure, he prioritizes both of your orgasms first.

◊ Nagito as a bottom would always ask before he could cum, he wants to be good for the two of you and never wants to disappoint you. He doesn’t even think he is worthy of an orgasm himself, so if you said yes, he would hysterically thank you as he gasped and whined from the intense pleasure his orgasm brought him.

◊ Nagito is very vocal during sex, and god bless because I think we all know that Nagito has the breathiest, sexiest moans.

◊ I headcanon Nagito to be the softest dom, I cannot imagine this man degrading or hurting you two in any way. He loves you two too much to hurt you, even if it’s for sexual purposes. Though he may sometimes accidentally(?) overstimulate you at times, losing himself in the moment.

◊ Nagito as a bottom enjoys any humiliation, degradation, choking or pain you put him through, he loves it all. His sexual reactions are definitely the best, he makes the prettiest moans as you or Hajime insert kanye west loves fingers in his ass, drool trailing down his chin as he arched his back.

◊ Hajime loves pulling hair as much as Nagito loves having his hair pulled.

◊ Nagito mostly gets off by watching the two of you fuck, pleasuring himself as he watches the both of you with dilated pupils. You two often have to beckon him to join, eventually resorting to ordering him after his many refusals that you didn’t have to.

◊ A thing Nagito does after sex is licking up every single drop of cum you two had given him, not letting a tiny bit go to waste. He thinks your cum is ‘hopeful’ and it’s precious to him, so he doesn’t want to seem unthankful for the cum you gave him. He makes sure to lap you both up clean, maintaining eye contact as his tongue slides up your guys’ skin.

◊ Hajime’s hard dom demeanour changes completely after sex, however tired he may be, he always makes sure the both of you are alright after the rough treatment he had given the both of you before he passes out.

◊ Nagito would praise the both of you after sex, holding both of you close as he let you doze off in his arms.

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jackrrabbit · 4 years

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College AU drinking HCs /// Dabi, Shigaraki, & Overhaul x f!Reader (18+)

A/N: A little background for this college AU—imo the PLF would be a social frat and the Shie Hassaikai is a professional frat (pre-med). Sooner or later I’ll write general college AU headcanons for them…

Tags/warnings: implied dubcon/drunk sex, alcohol, problematic frat culture things, pressure to drink, brief mentions of public sex/exhibitionism, drug use, a tiny bit of degradation, Hawks is vaguely in it too

Dabi

A basic frat bitch who drinks beer 80% of the time

Surprisingly he can’t tolerate cheap beer and is kind of a snob about people who drink shitty beer but he doesn’t bring it up enough to be annoying about it. Constantly blowing the frat’s alc budget on bottled beer instead of cans, not the super expensive craft bullshit but a step above Natural Light at least, right guys? Come on

Dabi always volunteers to go with Keigo (the frat’s social chair) to pick up the keg because both of them have a crusade against the cheap stuff—Keigo because he wants people to get drunk on it at parties and Dabi because he wants to drink it himself. They lowkey have a bromance over it and sometimes go to breweries together to fuck around and daydrink. The two of them are always trying new beers and will generally keep a different sixpack in the fridge every day—if any of the other brothers drink their overpriced IPAs by accident there’ll be consequences

Speaking of Keigo, him and Dabi are both into making jungle juice. They both get really excited about it, it’s kinda wholesome except they’re both just plotting on how to get cute girls like you as drunk as possible without realizing. They’ve spent a bunch of weekends together trying different mixes and recipes for the best flavor/alcohol content combination

Dabi is a whole ass heavyweight. He’s been getting drunk since he was like 11 so a couple rounds of shots are basically water to him. He can’t even remember the last time he was really, really drunk, he just gets tipsy now. And believe he absolutely uses this to his advantage

You’re drinking together? He’s going to fill up your cup every time he fills up his own, so before you realize how much you’ve been drinking, you’re five drinks in and swaying on the spot while Dabi is completely unfazed. He’ll tease you about having no tolerance to make you drink more

Drinking games!! Once again his tolerance gives him an advantage. He’ll pull some fake chivalrous shit like offering to drink for you on the first round of beer pong and then after that he’s just going to demolish you until you’re so plastered he basically has to carry you up to his room (which has empty liquor bottles lined up on the shelves as “decor” because he’s such a stereotypical frat bro)

Ok this is kinda weird but bear with me—Dabi actually dislikes that alcohol makes you less responsive/makes it harder for you to cum. Doesn’t mean he’ll hesitate to get you drunk but he wants you to feel everything he’s doing to you and alcohol isn’t really conducive to that

Very laid-back when he’s tipsy, you can barely tell the difference from when he’s sober ♡

Shigaraki Tomura

A liiiiiiiightweight. 3 drinks and Tomura’s out bruv, out like a goddamn lightbulb, I said what I said

Although tbh it’s more like he gets drunk really quick and then sobers up really quick. Like he’ll be nodding off at the pregame but by the time the party starts, he’s ready to get going again

A wimp when it comes to alc preferences. Hates the taste of strong liquor and will never take shots without a chaser. Prefers to mix vodka and tequila rather than doing shots, preferably with root beer/sprite. Gets pissy if the party runs out of shit to chase with. The frat has a steady supply of amaretto and kahlua because of Tomura, he really likes sweet drinks

Genuinely hates beer and will take white claw over beer any day of the week. But he’s a frat president so he avoids talking about it bc it’s pretty embarrassing

Don’t tell anyone but…Tomura doesn’t really like drinking? Since he’s the president he has to be in charge of a lot of shit when they have parties. Drunk freshmen puking in the backyard? Tomura has to tell Dabi (recruitment chair) to find some pledges to clean it up. Fight breaks out? Tomura has to make sure no one gets hurt enough to get the frat in trouble with school admin. Undercover cops? Tomura’s the one who has to announce that they’re out of alc and shut it down

It’s annoying enough for Tomura to deal with that shit (not to mention get Keigo to stop fucking freshman girls and pull his weight as social chair) when he’s sober, and it’s 100x worse when he’s drunk

On the other hand, when Tomura gets drunk he’ll get really drunk. Doesn’t dance so he’ll just sit on the couch and maybe play handheld games, and he’ll get super annoyed bc he’s shit at games when his vision is blurry and his hands are shaking

Pretty suggestible when he’s been drinking. If you’re dating Tomura you can get him to do all kinds of crap after you get a few shots in him. Make him do your skincare routine with you and put face masks on together :,) He’ll never admit it but he likes being taken care of when he’s wasted

ON THE OTHER HAND THO…….if you’re not dating and instead just some random chick at one of his parties? Tomura will absolutely use being drunk as an excuse to creep on you. e.g. at kickbacks he’ll get you to play never have I ever/truth or dare so he can ask invasive questions

Are you a virgin?

How old were you when you lost it? Oh wow, you’re a slut/prude.

Body count?

Do you like sucking cock?

Ever let a guy tie you up/choke you/cum inside?

You keep answering because he seems super detached/disinterested, like he doesn’t really care about your answers or he’s just joking around. Little do you know…

Honestly a sneak creep—Tomura seems like he doesn’t give a shit about you until he’s groping you under your shirt on the dance floor, hands squeezing your tits before he shoves them into your shorts and tells you he’s going to wreck this little pussy as soon as he gets you alone ♔

Chisaki Kai

You know Kai drinks, but you never really see him drinking? It’s weird…he’s always holding a bottle when you run into him at parties but he never takes off the cloth mask he’s wearing

Brings his own alcohol to parties because no fucking way he’s going to be drinking the same nasty shit that the hosts are providing. Jungle juice? You’ve got to be fucking kidding. Do you have any idea how unsanitary that is? Even thinking about it makes Kai want to throw up

Highkey a drug dealer although he doesn’t do much himself except maybe coke or adderall…Kai can sell you basically anything and all his shit is that high-quality you can’t usually get from a campus dealer

At the same time, if Kai’s planning on fucking you he probably won’t give you that much because he doesn’t want to babysit you when you get crossed

Likes Asian liquors, very on-brand for him. Baijiu, shōchū, sake, that kind of thing. Drinks a fair amount of soju but he exclusively buys boring flavors like “fresh” or “classic”

When it comes to Western liquor, Kai has better taste than most students. Would rather drink vinegar than any alcohol that came out of a plastic bottle, box, or bag. He likes top-shelf whiskey and gin and he’s good with strong alcohol; if you wince after taking a shot he’ll definitely look down on you

Prefers afterparties and kickbacks to big parties, and will take roof/outdoor events over crowds. Hasn’t set foot inside a social frat since he was a freshman and doesn’t plan to. Very much the “let’s get out of here, I have something stronger at my place” type

Fuck, you’re so trusting when you’re drunk…he could probably put a leash and collar on you and you’d thank him. It’s sort of baffling how bubbly and sweet you are when Kai gets a little liquor in you; he can’t decide if it’s annoying or a turn-on

Kai has average tolerance but unbelievable self-control and awareness, so he’s careful not to get too drunk himself

Likewise, if he’s interested he’ll keep a close eye on how much you’re drinking and how trashed you are, because when he gets around to fucking you he wants you to be fuzzy enough that he can easily take advantage but not too sloppy. Wouldn’t want you gagging on his cock after all

Loves watching you stumble around and fall over shit while he’s just shy of sobriety. Only time you’ve ever seen Kai laugh is when you drunkenly asked him for help walking once. No way. If you can’t walk by yourself you should just crawl

When Kai actually gets drunk, he’s pretty much the same except a little more sleepy/lazy. If he’s sitting down he has a habit of nodding off in the middle of conversations. It’s lowkey cute but Setsuno brought it up once and Kai got pissed so don’t mention it to him ♢

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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ssw | embry call ; let me take care of you.

NOTES:

As I said yesterday... I’m going to break down the list of prompts I originally intended to use for just one one-shot into a few different ones for this because I just felt like the first one flowed so well using only the one... This is the second part to the one shot I posted yesterday. And there will be at least a few more parts after this. I can’t say when they’ll be coming, but I can say they will be coming eventually.

Again, same as yesterday.. I am not a medical professional. Nor have I ever had amnesia of any kind. I’m trying my best with this, so apologies if it doesn’t seem realistic or whatever...If it matters/bothers anyone, that is.

Question though.. Would anyone be interested in at least one part of this being written in his point of view? Because I feel like it’d be interesting to write that way... It’d be third person..

PROMPTS:

Taken from [ here ] or [ here ]. The prompt used for inspiration here was obviously, Let me take care of you.

FANDOM / CHARACTER:

Twilight / Embry Call x Imprint!OFC, Merisa.

OTHER WORKS EMBRY & MERISA ARE FOUND IN:

[ he looks down. she looks up. ]

WARNINGS:

amnesia tw, vague injuries mentioned tw, just gonna say her current soon to be ex boyfriend is an actual piece of garbage so.. yeah.. Sexual tension. Beyond all these, there’s not really anything else I can think of.

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The phone rang, shattering the silence and my train of thought. Okay, so it wasn’t a train of thought because I was more or less staring out the window of my grandmother’s living room and watching Embry Call work on my grandmother’s old car out in the driveway, but.. The phone was a distraction I didn’t want.

I grumbled when it didn’t go quiet. And after a few more seconds I’d had all I could take of the high pitched sound in all it’s annoying glory. I sprang up from the couch gingerly, grabbing up the remote to pause the true crime documentary I’d been engrossed in about Richard Ramirez and I hobbled into the kitchen, wincing every step of the way.

A scowl filled my face and I tensed up just as soon as I picked up and I heard Greg on the other end of the line. Upon hearing his voice, all sorts of unpleasant memories came rushing back. It was too much.

“Merisa?”

“What, Greg?” I snapped. Impatient. Peering out my grandma’s living room window. Biting my bottom lip as I watched Embry tug the stained tank top he was wearing up over his head and wipe at sweat on his forehead with it before tossing it on the concrete slab next to his open toolbox.

“I asked you a question.” Greg cleared his throat expectantly.

Is it bad that I was so caught up in watching Embry do mechanic things outside that I didn’t even attempt to make an effort to listen to a damn word Greg said? Because this is exactly what happened.

“I wasn’t listening.”

Greg gave an annoyed huff at my honest answer and I rolled my eyes. Grumbling. The crackle of static over the phone line breaking through for a second or two. Whether I asked for him to repeat himself or not didn’t matter at all because Greg went on and asked his question again anyway.

“I said don’t you think you should be planning to return to Seattle soon? You were only supposed to be gone for a few days. It’s been nearly four weeks.” Greg stated. Pausing for a minute to grumble to himself about how this was typical of me, telling him one thing and then doing something entirely different.

And I snapped.

“Does the fact that I nearly died three and a half weeks ago just not mean anything to you at all or..?” I snarled, going quiet for a second or two. Determined to stay calm. But exploding felt so damn satisfying. It was hard to resist. I got the feeling that I spent 90 percent of my time around Greg biting my tongue and that had me wondering why. What did this guy have that kept me with him? The more I wondered about it, the harder it was to come up with any real sort of answer.

“Sorry. I should know better than to ask questions I already know the answer to.” I apologized. In my own petty way, of course.

Greg took my apology as sincerity and he sighed. Disappointed, obviously because I wasn’t there to tend to his every stupid whim. “I’m sorry too, it’s just.. I told you we had plans. You know how important this weekend is to me and the fact that you’re not even trying to come back… I’m just disappointed, sweetheart. That’s all.”

,, well excuse the fuck out of me for grieving. excuse me for loving my mother enough to want to go to her funeral. Excuse me for nearly dying and needing to heal and getting in the way of your precious plans,asshole.” I wanted to say it so badly that I had to bite the insides of my cheeks and ball my hands into fists just to keep it in. I sighed. “Instead of making this harder than it has to be, you could actually be a caring boyfriend and come to make sure I’m okay… I mean.. I am dealing with memory loss and injuries...”

Surprise, surprise. He suddenly had a thousand excuses as to why he couldn’t -and wouldn’t, just do that. And my stomach churned. Did he even give a shit? Why was I still wasting my time? Why had I even bothered answering the phone in the first place this time?

I made up my mind right then. As soon as I got off the phone with him, I was going to block him on all socials. I was going to block his number on my cell phone. And if I saw his name on my grandmother’s caller ID when the phone rang, I was just going to walk out of the room.

“I’ve gotta go.” I muttered. Before Greg could say anything else, I hung up the phone angrily. Slamming it down on it’s cradle.

From the doorway, Embry cleared his throat and stepped into the living room. “Trouble in paradise?”

“If that’s what paradise is I’d hate to imagine hell.” I flopped back on the couch dramatically. Wincing when yes, it still hurts to move certain ways. Or too much at once.

Embry sat down in my grandmother’s recliner. Staring intently at the television which was paused on the clubhouse scene from Dirty Dancing.

I grabbed my cell phone from the end table and did exactly what I made up my mind to do. Blocking Greg on every single one of my socials. And out of pettiness, I changed my relationship status on Instagram to single.

He’d never even bothered to change his, if memory serves. Why had I changed mine?

There was still so much I had left to fill in as far as my memory gaps, but it was coming back in leaps and bounds. Something told me that the last thing I needed to have done was return to Seattle. Otherwise, I might not have ever remembered or even realized to begin with, what kind of man I was involved with because I’m pretty sure that Greg wouldn’t have started to really show his true self.

He’d done a pretty fair job of hiding just how controlling and easily irritated by the slightest inconvenience he really was so far, I mean, I hadn’t dropped his ass.

I smirked in satisfaction as I put down my phone.

I happened to glance over at Embry to find him staring at me. Like he wanted to say something or he was lost in thought. Before I could help myself, I was staring right back. Getting pulled into the depths of his eyes. Eventually dropping my gaze down. Lingering on his mouth when he licked his lips.

I couldn’t stop staring. This was starting to become habit whenever he was around. Especially if he wasn’t paying attention so I knew I could stare to my hearts content and get away with it.

I stood and cleared my throat. “I’m gonna go get myself some lemonade. Do you want anything?” I asked as I walked over to the doorway leading into the kitchen.

“If there are any more bottled waters?” Embry asked hopefully. I smiled and gave him a thumbs up. And as soon as I was in the kitchen, I leaned against the fridge. Fanning myself with one of my grandmother’s magazines that happened to be sitting on the counter.

After I managed to pull myself together just a little bit, I grabbed a bottled water for Embry and I poured myself a glass of lemonade. And when I turned to walk back into the living room, I found myself body to body with Embry as he stepped into the doorway between the two rooms.

My thighs clenched just a little at the way it felt to be pressed against him. Hard muscles against my own softness. For a second, when I opened my mouth to tell him I’d gotten his water like he asked for, the words hung in my throat.

Finally, I managed to get it out. “Your water, sir.” I held out the water bottle to him and after holding it against the back of his neck for a few seconds, he uncapped it, practically swallowing down half the bottle in one gulp.

Eyes locked on me the entire time. I know this because I’ll be damned if I could stop staring at him either. I tried. And failed.

He cleared his throat.

“Oh, right.. You probably wanted to wash your hands…” I stepped out of the doorway, pouting to myself a little because the second physical contact was broken, I missed the feel of his body against mine.

He walked over to the sink. Turning it on. Washing his hands. And I happened to notice he had a few busted knuckles.

“You need those sanitized. C’mere.” I nodded to the stool on the other side of the counter. Embry shrugged. Muttered that it wasn’t a big deal.

“It’s called infection setting in. And it can happen.” I insisted, nodding to the stool again. When he shook his head and took another sip of water and calmly insisted that he was fine, I shook my head and hobbled over. Grabbing hold of the hand that wasn’t injured. Leading him to the stool. “Sit.”

“Okay, alright. You know, you’re a lot bossier than I remember.” Embry muttered, gazing down at me. Even sitting down he was still taller. Bigger.

I stuck out my tongue at him. “If it keeps you from getting a nasty infection in your hand, I’ll take it.” I muttered. My gaze settling on him. Instantly getting sucked right back into those deep brown eyes and lost.

After a second or two of both of us staring at each other yet again, I cleared my throat. “I should go find the first aid kit.”

“It’s under the sink.” Embry answered quietly. I bit my lip. Nodding as I muttered mostly to myself, “Under the sink.” and turned away to get it.

“You don’t have to do this. I’m telling you, it’s fine. I deal with this all the time. Kind of happens when you work at a garage, Merisa…” Embry trailed off as I glanced back at him and stated in a firmer tone, “Let me take care of you, okay?”

I grabbed the bottle of peroxide and a rag. Sitting on the stool adjacent to his. Grabbing hold of his hand and placing it in my lap.

“You have tiny hands.” Embry muttered, almost sounding dazed. I glanced up at him through a curtain of hair as it fell right into my face because I bent my head just a little to see his hand better. I swallowed hard. Trying not to think of how good it felt to have his hand in mine. Or on my body.

When I exhaled, it was shaky.

That had me raising a brow.

If this man had one tenth of a clue just what he stirred up in me, I swear to God…

He jumped as the peroxide made contact with the open wounds, bubbling and fizzing as it cleaned the wounds out.

A memory came back to me… I was younger. Probably around five. My grandmother sat on the stool Embry currently sat on and I sat on the stool I was currently sitting on. My leg was in her lap and she was dabbing some red liquid on it that burned like the fire of ten thousand hells. I was crying and trying to jerk my leg away, but my grandma just held onto it. And when she finished, she leaned in… Blowing gently on my injured knee.

As the bubbling started to slow down, I raised Embry’s hand, leaning down. Blowing on the knuckles a little. Glancing up at him and teasing playfully, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I’ve felt worse.” he finally mumbled after we’d been locked in a quiet staredown for what felt like minutes instead of seconds.

It sank in that I was still holding onto his hand. And he wasn’t making an effort to pull his hand away, either.

My grandmother cleared her throat from the doorway and smirked at the two of us playfully as she came in, sitting groceries on the counter. “Am I interrupting something, Merisa?”

“No, not at all.” I answered. Smiling. Letting go of Embry’s hand as my cheeks burned. I felt like a teenager just walked in on by her parents.

Embry slid off the stool and brushed his hands over his jeans. “I need to get back to it.” he muttered. Hurrying out of the house. As soon as the screen door banged shut behind him, I let out a ragged breath. Fanning myself with the magazine again.

Trying to ignore the look I was getting from my grandmother.

When she couldn’t resist any longer, she spoke up. “He’s single.. If you’re wondering.”

“Grandma!” I laughed out, shaking my head. My gaze lingering on the window. Fixed on him.

My grandmother spoke up again. “It’s been so nice having you here, Mermaid… It’ll be a shame to see you go.”

Before I really stopped to think about it, I replied “ Honestly? I’m tempted to stay.”

My grandmother pulled me into a tight hug. Smiling at me as the hug broke. “I won’t stop you. The decision is yours.”

I nodded. Waiting until she was in the other room with one of her soap operas going full blast before I wandered back over to the window that faced where Embry currently was outside. Staring out at him with my fingertips pressed against the glass.

I thought he’d caught me one time because he stopped what he was doing beneath the hood of the car to glance around the yard. I moved away from the window quickly, shaking my head and laughing at myself about it.

I’ll repeat. If Embry Call had one tenth of a clue the effect he had on me...

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allegra-writes · 5 years

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Bratty b****

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Dom!Peter, Smut.

The request:

Hi love your writing and have never made a request but here goes. Tony’s daughter is going through a rebellious phase, going out to parties and getting to the Tower at all hours of the night. Punishments don’t seem to be getting through to her at all and everyone’s at their wits end. Insert dom!Peter finding her at a party and bringing her back home to lay down the law if you know what i mean…

Also, for all of you the anons that wanted new Dom!Peter and SSC talks.

MY MASTERLIST

“Are you out of your fucking mind, Parker? Put me the fuck down right NOW!”

Peter complied, letting go of you so suddenly you ended in a heap on the floor. The indignant look you threw his way reminded him of an angry kitten, and he had to suppress a smile. Even drunk and disheveled you were god damn adorable. And that was part of the problem: you had everyone wrapped around your finger, and were perfectly aware of it.

No wonder you weren’t afraid of any punishment, none of them ever stuck long enough for you to regret your actions, consequences always swept under the rug before they could sully you or your reputation. Even the press, so merciless with lower socialites, was so happy to have the Stark heiress back, that every new misadventure was portrayed in an indulgent light, words like “enfant terrible”, “little hellion” or “New York’s favorite troublemaker” decorating headlines everywhere he turned.

But that ended tonight.

He watched you stand up, fixing your way-too-short-dress so it would cover the top of your thighs, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

“Where are we?”

“My apartment” Peter replied, simply. You knew the penthouse was just on the next floor, but there, in that darkened kitchen alone with him, it seemed incredibly far. You hadn’t been alone with him since Titan, and you didn’t quite know how to deal with this Peter, so different from the awkward, wide eyed boy who used to trail behind you like a puppy. This grown up, confident Peter that was older than you, that had been an Avenger for six years, intimidating enough to clear a party all by himself, without needing his Spider-man persona.

But then again, you didn’t know how to deal with much of anything these days. Going to sleep in 2018 and waking up in 2023 would do that to you.

“Why did you bring me to your apartment?” Your voice came out a little unsteady, as you tried to get a grip on your heart, beating wildly inside your chest, tried to squash that little sliver of hope down before it managed to cut you and bleed you dry. Because you knew what you wanted from Peter was something you could never have. And it wasn’t just cause of that awesome girlfriend of his.

He leaned casually on the kitchen island, arms crossed in front of his chest and you couldn’t help but notice how solid and powerful they looked clad in black leather.

“To have a little talk” he met your eyes, concern clear in his, “about your behavior…”

Your stomach drop with the weight of a thousand dead butterflies. Of course. This was an intervention. He was being big brother Peter, that was how he saw you, a little sister, just like Morgan, another Starkling for him to guide, to nurture and protect.

And maybe your own little sister preferred his bedtime stories over yours. Maybe your own father called him son, and your -technically step- mother sent him to chaperone you whenever you went out to party, but he was never ever going to be your brother.

“And exactly who do you think you are to have a talk with me?” You sneered, voice like sugar venom, sweet and cruel. Lethal. “You are no one, you’re not my boyfriend, you’re not my friend, and I know you like to pretend you’re a Stark, but you are not my brother. You are nothing.”

You watched the air get knocked out of his lungs, as if your words had physically hit him as they hit their mark. Satisfied with the stunned, devastated look on his face, you turned to leave. But only made it a couple of steps before feeling his fingers wrap around your wrist in a vice like grip, spinning you around and pulling you to him.

You stumbled, falling against his chest, and he kept you there, arm snaking around your back, pressing you close. Dangerously close.

“And you” he whispered, nose pressed against your cheek, breath hot against your face. You realized you weren’t the only one that had been drinking. “are a bratty little bitch. You think I wanna be any of those things? That I’d be satisfied with any of those things?“

His fingers dug deeper into your skin, and you cried out, finally reacting.

"Parker, let me go, your hurting me!” You struggled in his grasp, but he was way too strong.

“You mean more than you’ve been hurting yourself? Hanging out with those losers” He spat, shaking you a little, “Day drinking? Sneaking out every night? Have you any idea how worried Pepper was when she called?"

"Peter, you’re scaring me!”

“Good!” He replied, shaking you harder, “It’s about fucking time you learn that your actions have consequences"

He manhandled you until you were trapped between him and the kitchen island. A firm push against the square of your shoulders had you bent over it, face against the cold marble, as he took both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them against your back, his other hand traveling under your dress. He kicked your legs open, placing a knee between yours so you couldn’t close them back up.

"What the fuck are you doing you sick fuck?!”

“I’m thinking eighteen slaps” He commented casually, ignoring your insult, “one for every night you sneaked out this month, and you are going to count them”

You renovated your struggle as he pushed your dress up, exposing your ass, but he leaned over your back, trapping you under his weight.

“Wanna know who I am, little girl?” He breathed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine “I’m your master.”

SLAP.

You cried out. There was strength behind the hit, the sting lasting long after his hand was gone.

“One” he said and you remembered his words, he wanted you to count the slaps, but your brain was in shambles

SLAP.

“One” He repeated, “You better start counting or they’ll be a lot more than eighteen…”

SMACK.

“One…”

“FINE!” You yelled, finally finding your voice, “Fine, I’ll count them you sick bastard! That’s three!”

“I should make them twenty just for that"

"Fuck you!”

SLAP.

The sound that left your throat when his open palm struck just between your legs was not one of pain. You cursed under your breath, there was no way he could have missed that moan.

“What was that, princess?”

“F-four”

He chuckled, and you felt him get off of you. But with your wrists still in his grasp, there wasn’t much you could do, he had super strength after all. You were quite literally at his mercy.

The thought should not have been so hot.

“I was actually talking about this” He traced his fingertips over your lace covered slit, tearing another moan from your lips. “Such a pretty sound” He hummed, approvingly, “I want more…”

He used his thumb to tug your underwear to the side, dipping one long, talented finger into you. It slid inside easily, so easily… it was embarrassing how wet, how ready for it you were. Peter wanted nothing more than to sink himself in your cunt, to get lost into your tight, pink, velvety soft insides. But where was the lesson in that? What kind of message would he be sending you if he too failed to deliver the promised punishment? Fourteen slaps, that was all. Fourteen more hits and then he could have you. This was for your own good.

He took his finger out.

SMACK.

“Fi-ve” You whimpered. That one had really hurt. His hand came down against your other cheek just as hard.

“Six”

Another one, and his finger was back inside your pussy, this time with a companion, pumping in and out, making it difficult to speak, but you managed to stutter a breathy “Seven”

It wasn’t until the next slap hit the soft flesh where your your thigh met the curve of your ass with his fingers still thrusting into you that you realized he had released your hands. But by then you were a moaning, wanting mess on the counter, a willing accomplice more than a prisoner, dutifully keeping count,

“Eight”

Slaps nine and ten came with him three fingers deep in your heat, pinky sloppily rubbing circles on your clit. You were close, just one more thrust, one more slap, one more dirty word in your ear and you would be coming. How stupid of you to believe he was actually going to let you.

“Noooo” You couldn’t help the pathetic whine that left your mouth when his fingers left you, your walls clenching pitifully around nothing. Your own hand went for your mound, desperate for release, but he caught it, pinning it to your back again.

“I don’t think so, little girl,” He chastised you, “your punishment isn’t over yet…”

You had eight more slaps left. You could do it, you could take it.

…Couldn’t you?

He let go of your wrist and you felt him shift behind you. A moment passed, then another one. You had started to turn to see where he had gone when you felt it: the soft caress of cold lips against your burning backside.

“Is this better, baby girl?” He inquired, placing glacial kisses and licks on the reddened, sore skin. “You like this?”

“Yes…"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes… sir?”

SLAP.

“Eleven. Yes, dom?”

SLAP.

“YES, DADDY!”

Peter froze. He was actually going for ‘master’. Mister Stark, Tony, he was your father. But more than that, you were his daughter, his precious baby. Asking to be called that while he fucked you would the lowest betrayal, Peter knew that. It would be defiling that title forever, making you think of Peter and the filthy things he did to you whenever you called your dad by it. It was wrong. It was perverted.

And Peter wanted it.

More than food, more than water, more than oxygen, he wanted it, he wanted you for himself, with a hunger, with a greed that scared even him. He. Wanted. You.

And he was going to have you. He licked a long stripe up your pussy. Cold, so cold it made you shiver.

“Say it again, baby girl"

"Daddy”

“Again” his order was muffled, face buried against your cunt, devouring you.

“Daddy!"

SLAP.

He placed another ice cube on his mouth, only to push it into your cunt making you scream, tongue fucking you with superhuman skill. The contrasting temperatures of the ice and his mouth against your molten insides were too much. You were sobbing, shameless and desperate, bucking your hips back against his face, the familiar tension building up, and up. Your toes already starting to curl… and then he was gone.

"Yellow!” You cried. Peter was on you in an instant, turning you around and helping you stand, pushing your hair away from your face.

“Baby, are you ok? What is it?” His voice was worried, breaking character.

“O-orgasm denial” You gasped, “wasn’t part of the deal…"

"Shit! You’re right, I’m sorry baby, I’m so so sorry!”

Peter looked about ready to cry, so you hurried to reassure him,

“Pete, it’s ok, I’m not safewording…yet"

He nodded his understanding, but still looked uncertain. You kissed him, sweet and soothing, but soon that absurdly talented tongue of his slipped inside your mouth, deepening the kiss, turning it into something heady, slow and dirty. You melted into it.

A ripping sound resonated in the quiet kitchen, and you felt your dress fell off your body. Stunned, you broke the kiss, to look at the remains of your favorite garment now lying lifeless on the dark mahogany floor, and then at the smug, smirking face of your boyfriend.

"It was in my way”

And just like that, he was all dom again, towering over you, still fully dressed while you stood, vulnerable, in just your hills and a, ruined, lacy tong, made almost completely sheer by your juices, glistening between your legs.

He let one of his fingers dip under the lace.

“Wanna come, little girl?”

“Yes” You breathed out.

He hummed, fingertip finding your clit,

“And if I let you come,” He started the delicious, quick circular motions that he knew drove you insane, “will you be a good girl? Do as you’re told?”

You considered lying to please him, pretending to be the perfect little sub for him, but that wasn’t really you, was it? You looked him dead in the eyes, and opened your mouth.

“No”

Something snapped behind his eyes, and he growled, deep in his chest, fisting your hair, forcing your head back, bending you over backwards on the kitchen island, as his other hand made quick work of his zipper and belt.

“This what you wanted, little girl?” He entered you, hard and fast and deep, tearing a scream out of your throat, railing you into the marble, “Daddy fucking your pussy like this?”

“Yes!”

“You like taking it like this? Pretty little pussy stretched around daddy’s cock?”

“Yes!! Yes daddy, just like this!"

He was fucking into you with such force that you slid over the cold marble with each thrust of his hips, but there was nothing for you to brace yourself on. He grabbed your thighs, hooking your knees over his elbows to keep you in place and open you wider for him, going deeper, owning places inside your pussy you didn’t know existed. The edge of the counter was biting into his thighs but he couldn’t care, not with your walls spasming around his cock, squeezing him so good that his eyes rolled back inside his skull. You were crying, little whimpers of ‘Daddy, daddy!’ and it was so blasphemous, so unholy, it made Peter’s blood boil with it, lighting running through his veins, pleasure exploding in every single nerve ending of his body, cause you were his, his and no one else’s, his claim overriding every previous one made on you. It was too much, he exploded inside you, filling you up until you were overflowing with it, the pearlescent liquid dripping down his thigh.

And he still couldn’t stop. Like a man possessed, he kept going. And you kept on taking it.

…

"Are you ok?”

“I should be the one asking that…”

You lifted your head to meet his eyes, staring back at you with genuine concern. Sometime during your fucking, you had managed to disvest him of his clothes and now he was as naked as you, lying on the massive couch, sated and spent, with you tucked on his chest.

“Pete, this whole thing was my idea” You reminded him, gesturing vaguely around you. The whole apartment was a mess: paintings fallen from the walls, torn clothes littering the hardwood floor, a broken coffee table… but the kitchen had taken the most damage, where Peter had managed to crack the marble on the kitchen island, and thrown away glasses and even a couple appliances in his haste for getting you on it. There even was a puddle of cold water, from where he had knocked over the glass of ice cubes he had used to tease you.

He frowned,

“I seem to recall it was mine…”

“You said you wanted to take control” You placed a soothing kiss right above his heart, to let him know everything was alright, “I was the one who wanted the spanking. And the roleplaying. And the hair pulling…”

Peter’s smile grew bigger and bigger with every item you named. He loved it, loved that you trusted him enough to ask exactly what you wanted, loved feeling so comfortable with you as to explore everything he had been too scared to do before. He loved that with you, he was free, there was no fear of judgment, he could let go, cause he knew you wouldn’t let him fall. He loved you.

And it was so natural, so easy as your conversations were, even before the blip, when you were four years older than him, so beautiful and unreacheable. As stealing a kiss that first night had been. He would have never thought something good could come out of Thanos, of the blip, of losing his arm and almost losing his life. But you had come visit him on his hospital bed right after the surgery, eyes full of tears and he had made a joke about every great Jedi losing his arm, and you had laughed.

And then you had sobered up, an impossible emotion behind your eyes. Impossible, because he had only ever seen it directed at him in his wildest dreams.

“Ani, you’ve changed so much!” You had quoted.

“You haven’t changed a bit” he had replied without skipping a beat, “You’re exactly the way I remember you in my dreams”

And then he was kissing you, just like he was kissing you now, good hand on your cheek, biorobotic one slowly raising to tangle in your hair.

“The ice play was my idea” He commented, breaking the kiss. You threw your head back, laughing.

“And a very good one at that” You approved.

“The daddy kink was a surprise…”

Your laugh died. Suddenly embarrassed, you hid your face on his chest.

“You know I’m not-… that I don’t really want to… sleep with my dad, right?”

Even with his super hearing, it was difficult to decipher your mumbling.

“What? No- I mean yes!” He stammered, “Of course I know that, babe! And you know I don’t want to… like… be him or anything…"

You nodded, finally meeting his eyes.

"But it was kinda hot”

“Babe, it was all manners of hot” Peter confirmed, making you smile.

“You still owe me five slaps, tho”

He groaned,

“I do, I totally forgot! God, I’m such a bad dom!”

“Of course not! You’re the hottest dom I’ve ever seen!"

Peter snorted,

"I’m the only dom you’ve ever seen…”

“I saw Fifty Shades of Grey once…” You argued, making him laugh harder.

“Ok, ok, you win, even I am a better dom than that"

"The edging…”

“Yeah, sorry 'bout that…”

“No no, I was actually thinking…” You felt your cheeks grow hot under his gaze. Peter was trying to appear nonchalant, but you could see the glimmer of lust in his eyes, evidently it was a serious turn on for him. “We could explore it more next time…”

His face lit up,

“Really? Thank you babe!” He caught your mouth in a heated, earnest kiss, “You won’t regret it, I’ll make so good for you…” he promised against your lips, making you moan in anticipation.

“Maybe I’ll even spare you those slaps I owe you…”

Peter didn’t miss the way your kiss falter at that, or the spark of defiance in your mischievous eyes.

“Maybe” You replied, noncommittal, releasing his lips to nibble at his jaw. He could practically see the wheels already turning in your head, planning ways to test his patience, pushing the limits just enough to guarantee a reaction, to earn yourself a new punishment. You were such a brat.

His spoiled, gorgeous brat.

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ressyfaerie · 3 years

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Fic suggestion; 2/3 years post canon where they're in their respective colleges/universities. Kai happens to be passing through & finds out that Tyson is struggling to fit in due to relentless bullying. Kai decides to confront the bully(es). Afterwards Tyson wonders what made Kai be so protective & out slips an accidental because I love you? hehehe

This sounds CUTE! And Also reminds me of when I wrote something similar in my long slow burn fic (its a bit of a long story)... but this sounds SUPER FUN. Big fan, here we gooo

“So I hear the world champion still can’t integrate into society?”

“Shut up, Kai.”

The phone connection crackled as Tyson put Kai on speakerphone.

“Where are you right now?”

“Walking in the park to get back to the dojo, how about you?”

“Studying back at my apartment, is it dark? Be careful.”

“I know how to walk, Kai. It’s not that dark, there's lots of streetlamps. So why are you phoning me?”

“I need a reason to phone my best friend?”

“You always have a reason.”

“Alright, you caught me.”

“I knew it, you know you’re not that sneaky, Kai.”

“Whatever. Ray told me you were having troubles at school—”

“I’m fine, Kai.”

“Is it studying? I can help again—”

“No it’s not that, everything’s fine, okay? Can you drop it?”

“It doesn’t sound like everything’s fine.”

He heard Tyson sigh on the other end of the line.

“Bye, Kai.”

*beep*

“Tyson? Tyson!?”

Kai threw the phone down on his open textbook.

That bastard hung up on me!?

Kai had just finished texting Ray about Tyson’s troubles at school. This time it wasn’t the studying, girl or boy problems, friend problems, family problems… The list of Tyson’s issues that Kai was forced to deal with since he started university was overwhelming. Not that he was forced to deal with them… They kept getting shuffled down until Kai was the closest person to deal with it. Tyson didn’t accept help easily, but Kai could tell when he needed it.

Kai found he was worried about Tyson constantly.

And he had every reason to be.

Kai attended a prestigious university, while Tyson decided to enroll in one closer to the dojo. Kai got used to university life fast, Tyson lagged behind. Tyson was hit with a brick wall. University wasn’t highschool, or a tournament, it wasn’t traveling the world. It was a whole other realm that really didn’t suit Tyson at all. Kai watched from afar as Tyson struggled through the everyday, he made friends easily but everything else was ten times harder.

And now, it seemed that Tyson had yet another problem he wasn’t sharing.

The tip of Kai’s mechanical pencil broke.

He decided he’d go to Tyson’s school tomorrow to check up on him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Kai mimicked Tyson’s anger.

“Checking up on you.”

Kai leaned on the hood of his Mercedes, wearing casual clothes and a hand in his pocket.

“If you show up looking like that talking to me like this, people are going to think you're my boyfriend.”

Kai laughed, “what’s wrong with that?”

Tyson stuttered but didn’t manage to answer.

“What’s wrong?”

Kai’s words cut through the world, forcing it to stop moving and stay stationary for just a moment.

“Nothing is wrong.” Tyson turned on his heel, but Kai was too fast.

He grasped his arm pulling him back.

“Kai, what the hell!?”

Tyson angrily twirled backwards, trying to push him off.

“What’s wrong with your face?” Kai felt his heart rise in his chest when he saw the purple bruise on his cheek.

“Hurt it doing kendo, can you stop? Get off me!”

With force Kai pulled Tyson into him, observing his face.

“Stop looking at me!” Tyson used both his arms to push him away.

Kai had slipped off the curb he was on and fell into his car, leaving a small dent near the hood.

Tyson’s face read pure panic, “I’m sorry! I never meant to push you that hard!”

“Well you did.” Kai rubbed his forehead with his forearm, “clearly something is going on, you wanna share with the class?” A dangerous scowl grew on Kai’s face.

“I’ll tell you, but I don’t want your help okay?”

Kai nodded.

“Some guy has been picking on me—we got in a fight, but it's under control.”

Tyson sent him a broken smile and Kai felt a burning rage in his chest.

“What’s this guy’s name?” Kai wore the same scowl from before.

“You don’t need to know, because I don’t need your help.” Tyson stated matter-of-factly.

“Did you at least beat the shit out of him?”

Tyson bit his lip while looking in the opposite direction.

“Don’t you know a shit ton of martial arts? You’re telling me you didn’t kick his ass?”

Kai kept his voice from rising, but it was shaking. The rage was hard to keep under control the more he imagined someone hurting Tyson.

“There… might have been more than one guy.” Tyson trailed off.

“They ganged up on you?” Kai’s mind was now filled with a murderous rage, “why?”

“Dunno, jealous maybe? World champion, bluh bluh bluh…” Tyson yawned “well, time to get back home, huh?”

Kai locked his eye’s on Tyson’s.

“Call me if they try anything.”

“They won’t. I’m sure it was a one time thing. Plus I was stronger than they thought I’d be…”

“I don’t care.” Kai’s voice was serious. “Call me.”

Days later Tyson wasn’t returning Kai’s calls. He texted him asking why he wasn’t answering, he got simple short messages, busy or sorry can’t talk right now. It pissed Kai off. He hoped their interaction hadn’t damaged their friendship. He valued any relationship with Tyson, any excuse to be close to him really. He really hoped he hadn’t screwed this up.

Almost two weeks later Kai was at his desk studying. His regular nightly routine. His phone buzzed, a phone call.

From Tyson?

He dropped his pencil and reached for his phone so fast he became worried how obsessed he was with this boy.

He dropped the phone.

No doubt it was Tyson missing him, apologizing and begging to talk to Kai again.

Wouldn’t be the first time.

Maybe I should give it a few minutes.

He put the phone on silent. And left it by his side for less than a minute. When he looked back he had a text as well. He rolled his eyes.

1 missed call.

2 texts.

He opened the text box.

Park.

Help.

Before Kai could process what was happening he was in his car speeding down the highway.

He almost sped past the park, slamming on the breaks he just managed to make out a dark group of boys huddled away from the streetlamps by a tree. He had no time to observe, only to assume.

He accelerated, jumping the curb into the grass and tearing up dirt.

He kicked open his car door and slammed it closed.

“Where is Tyson?” He said in the boy's direction.

A member of the group broke away, advancing on Kai, he mumbled something about ‘minding your business’ before launching a fist towards Kai’s face.

He expertly dodged with an instinct he forgot he had.

He grabbed the boy’s fist in midair and landed his elbow in the boy’s forearm sending him crumbling to the ground screaming.

Two more from the group branched off towards Kai.

Kai clenched his teeth. It had been years since he actually fought, he forgot how it felt. One of the boys tried to punch him identical to how the last one tried. Kai bent his knees landing a punch to the boy's gut, knocking the air out of him. Now he could focus on the other one, who was trying to land a kick by his ear.

Kai fell on his back, feeling the air brush past his face, the boy now had the advantage, but kai was fast. Using his knees and all the momentum he had he launched himself off the ground to his feet.

“The fuc!?—”

The boy didn’t have the time to finish his sentence before Kai jabbed the edge of his palm into his throat.

Kai turned around directing his attention to the center of the group, one boy standing over a black mass.

Kai cracked his knuckles, “if that’s Tyson, you understand I will kill you?”

The boy wore a devious smirk. Kai shook his head.

The black mass on the ground managed to mumble, “Kai…”

That was Tyson’s voice.

Kai slowly blinked. His face showed only pure white anger.

“I’ll kill you.”

The boy held his ground as Kai threw his body full force towards him. He was bigger than Kai, he blocked his first hit, throwing Kai back.

This guy is a tank… I have to be careful.

I need to finish this fast. I need to help Tyson.

Kai fixed his stance, grounding himself expertely. The boy grabbed for his shirt, he used both his palms to push him away. The boy kept trying again and again, Kai finally attempted to land a punch, but this guy was strong. He pushed Kai’s fist away and grasped the collar of his shirt, then threw him to the ground.

Kai felt the ground quake under him as he lost the ability to breathe.

The boy punched him, and then again.

He felt no pain, only fear for what had happened to Tyson before this. The world around him flung side to side, then suddenly, the boy stopped.

WACK.

Above him the boy was motionless, and fell to the side near Kai limply.

Tyson took the boy’s place. He was holding a heavy stick. He dropped it on the ground.

They were both covered in blood and bruises.

“I told you I'd be just fine.” Tyson grinned.

Kai tried to laugh but still didn’t have his breath back. He managed to groan, then inhale sharply.

“Why didn’t you call somebody to come help? Is your car okay?”

“Because…” Kai managed to moan weakly.

“Cause?” Tyson asked in a hoarse voice.

“I love you.”

Kai held his side, unaware of the words he whispered to the dark.

Tyson held his hand out to his best friend.

“Come on sourpuss, let's get to a hospital.”

#ressyfaerie #asks #fic #request #tyka #WHEN TYSON CALLS KAI SOURPUSS #AAAHAHAHAHA

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nothinbutblueskieshere · 3 years

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Panic

TW: Past abuse

Grayson and you are at the beach when you run into your ex-boyfriend, who is the cause of all of your past trauma.

Grayson stands in the doorway of your shared bathroom watching lovingly as you dance to Harry Styles and finish getting ready for the day. You, completely oblivious to your gorgeous boyfriend standing five feet away, sing into the end of your hairbrush, acting as though it were a microphone. Grayson loves watching you do some of the random things you do when you think no one is watching, such as this. Most of these little things he notices you do are little dances when you are doing just about anything, especially when you are cooking or brushing your teeth.

You finally notice your boyfriend standing there when you turn to put your things back on the shelf next to you. “Hello, beautiful”, he says, reaching for you to come close to him. His hands take your waist in them and pull you into his chest. You reach your arms around his neck and kiss him gently. “I was just coming to ask you if you wanted to come with E, Kristina, and I to the beach for a couple of hours.”

“I would love to! Just let me get dressed real quick and I’ll be ready.” He gives you another brief kiss before releasing you from his hold, allowing you to go and change out of your sweatpants and into something more suitable for the beach. You end up deciding to wear a pair of your flowy shorts and a black tank top over one of your bikinis, wanting to wear something simple and easy to dry if Gray decides to pull a prank like he usually does.

You walk into the living room to see Ethan and Kristina sitting on the couch, leaning into each other and Gray leaning against the wall, waiting for you. A wide smile forms on his face as he looks up to see you approaching. He looks delicious in his swim trunks and black t-shirt. You snuggle into his side and breath in deep, taking in the moment.

“Ready to go?” Ethan asks, taking Kristina’s hand in his, pulling her up from her spot on the couch. She lets go of his hand quickly and runs over to you, pulling you in for a warm embrace.

“Good morning, girly!” Ever since she has arrived, Ethan has been happier than you’ve ever seen him. She is a light and not only are you super grateful that Ethan has her, but that you now have a new friend who you get to live with and pick on the twins with.

The two of you continue to chat about how weird it is to live in a new place, considering you had just moved to California with Grayson only a few months before she came to be with Ethan. That is one thing the two of you bonded over very quickly since she has been here. It has also been nice for you to have another girl in the house, seeing as the majority of the people who come over are guys and you have pretty bad social anxiety around new people, which makes it harder to make new friends. Gray and E follow the two of you and meet you at the car, where you head to the beach from there.

At the beach, you and Kristina go back and forth between laying in the sun, swimming in the ocean, and trying to catch the football that Grayson and Ethan have been throwing around for the last thirty minutes, in an attempt to steal it and run. You were successful only a few times, seeing as neither Ethan or Grayson would let you take it easily.

“Pass it over here!” You yell to Ethan, clapping your hands together in an attempt to gain his attention and catch the ball. He merely chuckles at your excitement and throws the ball in your direction. As you caught it, though, a large force runs into your side and plows you into the sand. You would have been more concerned if it weren’t for the loud roar of Grayson’s laugh above you. “Get off of me, you dick!” You laugh as you playfully shove him away from you.

“But I loooveee you, babyyy.” His words are long and drawn out while he continues to hold you close to him and sprinkle little kisses all over your face.

“I love you, too, but get your big, sweaty butt off of me.” Grayson laughs loudly and shakes his sandy hair onto you before lifting himself off of you and pulling you up with him. He pulls you into his arms sweetly and kisses you passionately. “Well, damn,” you say, out of breath as he pulls away, “that’s my favorite kind of apology. I am gonna run to the bathroom. You almost knocked the pee right out of me.”

Grayson kisses you one more time before letting you out of his arms, allowing you to head towards the bathroom, not without a smack on the ass first, though. On your way to the bathroom, you get knocked to the ground, a soccer ball hitting you square in the head. Laughing it off, you pick up the ball and look around, in search of where the ball came from. Suddenly, and without warning, panic starts to rise and your body begins to shake in fear, memories flooding back from the man who is walking toward you.

“Are you fucking kidding me, (Y/N)?” He said, pushing you back toward the corner of the room, where you had previously been hiding yourself from him. “You actually think it’s okay to go be a whore and wear that out when you have a boyfriend?”

You shook your head back and forth, quickly, scared of the reaction you will receive if you say nothing at all. “Matt, please, I didn’t do anything. I was with (Y/F/N) and all we did was drive around and get smoothies. I promise, Matt. I love you. I would never do that to you.”

Thinking he believed you, you stepped closer to him, reaching out to grab his hand. Without warning, his fist collides with your right eye, sending you right to the ground, quivering away from him in fear. “(Y/N), baby. You know I love you and I would never want to hurt you, but you have to learn how to act properly.”

Shuddering at one of the many memories between you and your ex-boyfriend, a ton of thoughts run through your head. ‘Why is he in California?’ ‘Did he move here?’ ‘Is he going to recognize me?’ After you told your parents the dangers you were in in your relationship, they had allowed you to move back in with them, wanting you to be safe from any harm that Matt wanted to come your way. You had moved in with them in California, leaving college and Ohio behind -- leaving your abusive ex behind. About ten months after that - and a lot of really helpful counseling - you had met Grayson, who showed you what it really meant to love someone. He had worked so hard to help you learn to trust him, move forward, and promised to love you with kindness, and to never raise a hand at you.

“Hey! I’m sorry that our ball hit you!” As he gets closer, you begin to think of all the ways you have changed your appearance since you broke up with him. You had stopped dying your hair and it was back to its natural light brown color, you had lost about forty-five pounds, stopped biting your nails, and started presenting yourself in a much better manner than before. You were hoping that would be enough to protect you. “Wait. (Y/N)? Oh my goodness, how are you? You look great! How long have you been here? I wasn’t able to keep track of you after you left Ohio.”

Although his tone is friendly, his eyes are not. He’s angry. He’s clearly still good at hiding his true colors, though, because his friend who is next to him is not aware at all that he is putting up this facade. “Uh, yeah. I’m good. I am here with my boyfriend and friends.” He nods his head, trying to come up with feelings about the situation.

“Aw, I am so glad to hear that. Hey, man, can you give us a minute? We grew up together.” He asked his friend, who nods and says a quick goodbye. As soon as he leaves, Matt’s smile disappears, facing you with a look you are all too familiar with. “I’m not surprised, I have to admit. You, here, wearing a bikini like that, with a boyfriend. You always have been such a slut.”

You move to turn away from him, figuring out if you are closer to the bathroom or closer to Grayson. After determining you were closer to Gray, that is where you decide to head. Before you can, though, Matt grabs onto your wrist with a grip that you have not felt in years. “Let. Me. Go.” You grit out. You never would have talked to him like that before, but now you were angry.

“What’s the matter, (Y/N)? I figured if you’re walking around like this now you definitely want me, too.”

Angry tears are streaming down your face, trying to get out of his grip. Trying to assess the situation, you know that you would lose the physical fight every single time. He has at least 150 pounds on you. “(Y/N)! We thought you fell in! You’ve been gone for a while,” Kristina says as she approaches you and Matt with caution. “Are you okay?” She asks, concerned.

“Yeah, I am fine. Can you tell Gray I’ll be back in just a minute, I am just chatting with my friend from high school, Matt.” You make sure to tell her his name, knowing that Grayson will recognize the name as soon as he hears it. She rushes back over to the boys, aware that something is wrong with the situation.

“She’s cute. Do you think she’d want my number?” Matt asks, watching her walk away.

“Ew. Are you actually asking me if my friend wants to fuck you when you are literally trying to get me to sleep with you again? Why would I expose the sweetest girl alive to the monster that you are?”

The anger in his eyes is replaced by rage as he raises his hand and, like many times before, connects his fist with my right eye. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You hear Grayson yell as he shoves Matt away from you. You curl into a ball after you scoot away from them. Your back hits a person, which causes you to flinch and look up to see Kristina wrap her arms around you, letting you cry. You look to see Ethan trying to break up the fight that is going on between Grayson and Matt. “If I ever see you again- If I ever hear that you hurt (Y/N) again, I promise you will not like the outcome.” Matt moves away from Grayson quickly, too much of a coward to own up to his actions, just as he always had been.

“Gray,” E says, trying to calm down your shaking boyfriend, “go be with her. She needs you to be with her, not focusing on him.”

Grayson nods, rushing to you, replacing Kristina’s embrace with his. “It’s okay, baby. He’s gone. I won’t let him touch you again.” He doesn’t let you go for a while. Ethan and Kristina pack up your stuff as Grayson sits you down on his lap in the car, allowing you to cry, shake, and grieve for all the nightmares to come from this. Grayson is clearly heartbroken that he didn’t notice in time, wishing that he could do something to take away the pain that you feel.

He does what he can for the rest of the day. He puts ice on your eye and wrist, trying to at least alleviate the physical pain you are feeling, calls your mom to let her know what happened, and holds you close to him, even after you fall asleep, trying to do what he can, which is bring you comfort with him, your best friend and rock. “I love you, (Y/N),” he whispers as you drift into unconsciousness, knowing that at least when you wake up, he’ll be there.

#grayson x reader #grayson dolan #grayson dolan imagine

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ds-ts-smut-fics · 4 years

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Lovely Boys [Chapter Two]

Summary: Janus and Logan are both in love with Remus, it’s just a matter of who can convince Remus of their feelings first.

Trigger warnings: NSFW, real hardcore insecurity, not the healthiest habits, rough sex, being caught (kind of, they’re not walked in on), mention of abusive and negligent past exes who neglected proper BDSM rules, some very rude degrading self talk, sl*t as an endearing term, there’s some stuff that could be considered dubious consent (none of it is sexual)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort smut (Sub Remus, dom Logan, switch Janus), intruloceit

Written by: Virgil & Claire

Edited by: Virgil

A/N: This will probably be a four parter, if not a three. Hope you enjoy. Oh, also! Last time, the read more didn’t work the first time, so if there’s no read more, please let me know so I can fix it. ~Virgil

Part One

The next morning, Remus had no desire to get up for class, instead snuggling deeper into Logan’s arms and burying his face in Logan’s chest.

Nuzzling lightly, Logan yawned and stretched. "Mmm… Morning, pet…"

Remus giggled sleepily. “Morning, sir.”

"What time is it? When do you have classes?" Petting Remus gently, he rubbed behind his ears.

Remus melted into his touch and patted around for his phone. “Mm… Half an hour ago. It’s 8:30.”

Tisking softly, he sighed. "You should have woken me, I would have assisted you in getting ready…. your education is important, my dear. However, one missed class is alright every once in a while, I suppose. Kiss?"

Remus resisted the urge to admit that he hadn’t gone to that particular class all semester. He kissed Logan softly, resting a hand on the side of his face. Humming into the kiss, Logan nipped Remus' lips lightly for entrance. Remus immediately let his mouth fall open with a hitch of breath.

Stroking down his back, Logan kissed deeper, twining their tongues as he tugged him close by his ass. "Mmm~" Remus’ hips bucked against Logan’s, and he pressed closer, ignoring his stomach growling. Slowly pulling back, Logan grinned. "Food first, dear~"

“Yes, sir,” he said with a pout, and followed Logan into the kitchen.

Stroking Remus' ass, he chuckled. "After, this is all mine, sweetness~ "

Helping to make food, Logan started the coffee. "I would like to know your schedule so that I may assist you in getting to class, studying…"

Remus stiffened a little. “Okay. It’s on my desk, if you want to look at it.”

Stroking his cheek, he kissed him softly. "I promise it's only to assist you and not distract you when you should be learning, dear one."

He smiled. “I know.”

Picking up the paper, he hummed. "What worries you then, dear? How may I assist?"

“I’m good!” He took down three plates and started piling them with food. “Nothing’s the matter.”

Humming, he sat at the table, taking a picture of the schedule and stealing a stroke to his hip. "Very well…. come sit? It looks wonderful!"

Remus blushed. “Thanks…” He sat in the chair next to Logan.

Grinning, he slid a little closer so Remus can lean if he wants, taking a bite. "Mmm, delicious~!"

Remus stole a quick kiss, and busied himself with eating. He couldn’t wait to tell Janus… A boy actually liked him.

Smiling, Logan rested a hand on Remus' thigh as they ate. He's so adorable… How the heck has nobody scooped him up?!

Remus found himself starting to babble as they ate, mind wandering into anything and everything on his mind, most of it gravitating to the plots of his favourite horror movies and comics. Humming, Logan tried to keep up, steering commentary to keep Remus in the present, making sure he's eating and drinking.

Janus hummed as he came in and headed for the coffee maker. "Skipping again, Rem? Why didn't you drop that class?"

Remus stiffened. He kept his gaze away from Logan. “Can’t,” he managed. “Gen-Ed.”

Logan sighed and cupped his face. "Do you need help with it, or is it the time that it's offered? We can talk to the professor, dear."

“It’s not a big deal,” he insisted, secretly pissed at Janus for giving it away. “Jan-Jan, guess what? Logan asked me to be his boyfriend!”

Smiling softly as Janus nearly choked on his coffee, Logan encouraged Remus into his lap. "Indeed… And my dear one has agreed to give me that honor~!"

Remus crawled into Logan’s lap with a bright grin, missing the way Janus’ face crumples. “Isn’t that so great? I have a boyfriend!”

"You do indeed, my sweet boy! And a lovely friend who is happy for you, yes?" Curling around Remus, he petted his hair.

Janus choked out a sound that could be agreement. "That, that's great…. Are you moving, or…?"

Remus frowned. “I didn’t think about that.” He looked to Logan. “Did you want me to?”

Stroking his cheek, he considered. "I wouldn't want to uproot you… We can consider it for the future?"

He nodded. “When are you going to get a boyfriend, Jan-Jan? Ever going to go out with one of the boys on the debate team?” Remus witnessed plenty of boys give Janus their numbers or invite him to hang out. It was beyond Remus why Janus never accepted.

Chuckling, Logan hummed. "I think he has his eyes on someone other than the team, dear one…"

Remus pouted. “Why don’t I know about this? Who is he?!”

Logan chuckled softly, kissing his forehead. "Well, has he flirted with anyone? Acted super caring, carried things…"

Janus flushed. Oh, shut up! Just because I turned you down… Logan, you bitch!

Remus shrugged, looking lost. “I’ve never actually seen him hang out with anyone but me.”

Smiling, Logan hummed. "And why can't he have a crush on you, baby? You're adorable!"

His eyes widened. “What?” He laughed nervously. “No, that’s not… What?”

Winking at Janus, he chuckled and kissed Remus gently. "Mmm, but let's let him figure that out, yes? That's a personal thing…"

Remus ducked his head with a bright blush. The thought of Janus returning his feelings… Gave Remus some thoughts that probably wouldn’t make Logan too happy.

Kissing his ear, Logan smiled, whispering, "I was one of the ones that offered my number… I'd be okay with making him our third, pet~"

Remus buried his face in Logan’s neck and blushed bright red. “He doesn’t want that,” he mumbled. “I’m just his friend.”

Rolling his eyes at Janus, Logan sighed. "If you say so, baby… Just eat up, hmm?"

Remus finished eating quickly, getting syrup and butter all over his mouth and chin. “Janny, how many classes do you have today? Do you wanna go somewhere?”

Janus sighed as he passed over a cloth. "I have two… At 10 and 2. Perhaps a movie after dinner again?"

Logan chuckled, cleaning Remus' face. "I have a class at 1 and 4… We can do lunch if you want Janus for the evening?"

He smiled. “Okay! That sounds good.”

Kissing Remus deeply, Logan grinned. "So sweet, baby~"

Heading out, Janus sighed. "Don't have too much fun then, Remus…"

Remus blushed and glanced at Logan out of the side of his vision.

Logan laughed as he cuddled Remus. "Mmm, I promise to leave the common areas in one piece~"

“Are we going again?” Remus asked.

Stroking Remus' hips, Logan hums. "Do you want to, little one, or just cuddle and kiss and see where it goes?"

Remus whined a little bit and cuddled into him. “I want whatever you want.”

"Want to be mine in whatever way you can get, hmm~?" Lifting under Remus' ass, he stroked, taking them back to the bedroom as he claimed his lips again. Remus whimpered against his mouth and pulled him closer, squirming. Logan chuckled and laid Remus on his back to stroke over his body proudly. "So gorgeous~!"

Remus grinned and laid his arms out, opening himself up to Logan.

Helping him position himself, he grinned. "Hands over your head, crossed like so… And legs open. Show me your submission~" Remus’ pants tented as he obeyed, his skin tingling. "That's a good boy!" Kissing at Remus' chest, he grinned. "Mmm, tempted to get you a collar, my slut… Show everyone you're claimed!"

Remus moaned softly, hips bucking. “You would?”

Stroking the straining cock, he nodded. "I would… If you want it discrete it could just say daddy's little slut~"

Remus moaned louder and thrusted into his touch. “Ah, yes- Yes, please! Please!”

Stroking, Logan grinned, helping Remus out of his clothes and testing the stretch of his hole. "Mmm, my good little cock slut~!"

Remus whined and spread his legs. “Nng, master, please!”

Logan slid a pillow under him and carefully eased the plug out. "Mmm, master's clean, should we make a mess of you, my boy~?"

Remus clenched and nodded. It probably wasn’t the smartest decision, but he didn’t think about that. “Yes— Please!”

Petting the fluttering hole, he thought as he searched for a condom. "Next time… Need to see your test results too, baby… We'll go together, so you can see I’m telling the truth, too."

He whined. “Master, please…!”

Sliding the condom on, he shushed him as he teased his hole. "Shhh… You're still getting master's cock, baby~ !"

Remus gripped Logan’s hands as Logan pressed inside. Remus thrust back into him with a whimper. “Nng… Master…”

Kissing him deeply, Logan groaned as he slowly fucked him. "Mine~ So good for me, my pretty slut~!"

“Ah, yes, yours!” Remus pulled him closer. “Harder, harder please?”

Lifting Remus’ legs over his elbows, he grinned, taking Remus harder and faster. "So eager to be unable to walk again, pet~?"”

Remus had class later. He definitely was not going.

“Yes, yes, please!” Remus gasped and came with a whine, gripping onto Logan.

Lifting easily, Logan growled, pounding Remus until the bed rocked under them, biting at his lips. "Good~! Cum as much as you want, pet…. clench hard~!"

Remus whimpered and gasped, clenching and spreading his legs. “Master— Master, please!”

Moaning out, Logan shivered and came hard into the condom, taking the chapped lips for another deep kiss. Remus came a second time, a little smaller, and whined into his mouth.

Sliding back a little, he hummed, stroking Remus through the high. "Such a good pet… " Remus clung to him with teary eyes, grinning. Kissing under his eyes, he smiled as he pulled out. "How do you feel, sweet one?"

“Good,” he panted. “Really good.”

Logan disposed of the condoms and stole more kisses as he wrapped Remus around him and pressed him into the bed. "Lovely… I'm glad~ "

Remus sighed happily and cuddled into him, yawning.

Petting him softly, Logan smiled. "That's a good boy…. so precious…"

Remus kissed his jaw softly. “I’m glad you’re here. I like being with you.”

"You like being touched, cared for… Not so much the schooling?" Logan guessed.

He blushed and settled back against Logan’s chest with a little nod. “My parents wanted me to go to college. They didn’t care what for, just as long as I’m here.”

"Ah… and what do you really want to do, baby? No wrong answers, just dream…"

He shrugged. “I don’t really know. I just like being right here. With you.”

Chuckling, Logan nodded. "Mmm, well you've got a boyfriend, give it to the end of the semester, try for me?"

Remus nodded a little. “Yeah… Okay.”

"Just want you to have the best you can, dear one… That might be a stay at home boyfriend, or something that doesn't take school, or you may find something you really want to study… But make the most of this semester, don't give up?" Petting his face, he cuddled Remus, giving him soft kisses.

Remus didn’t answer, just kissed him back softly. He could be happy laying here until he starved to death.

Humming, Logan petted him. "Mmm, you're so content when you're submitting… Wishing you could just hand your life over and be someone's toy, pet?" Remus hated to admit it, but that was exactly what he wanted. He nodded slowly. "Oh baby…" Stroking his cheek, he hummed as he thought. "We could try that if you want? I have a solo apartment… "

Remus’ heart jolted in excitement, but he hesitated. “But then… Jan-Jan would have to find a new roommate. He can’t afford the rent by himself.”

Logan bit his lip, nodding. "How about you live here, but instead of class you come to my apartment, I can leave you lists of tasks, play with you… It would be like a job, but your job is being my pet?"

“I would love that!” He deflated again. “But… My parents would be mad if I’m not in school.”

Logan stroked the thin cheek. "Do they get reports on your schooling, pet?" Remus nodded meekly. Nuzzling lightly, he sighed. "Tell me more? That doesn't sound like a nice thing to do…."

He shrugged. “They just want to keep me on track. It’s not a big deal.”

"My parents just give me a call once a week… And what track? Their plan for you, or encouraging you in what makes you happy, baby?"

“They don’t really care either way. They just… Want me to be successful. To be, uh… Presentable.”

"Presentable? Darling one…" Cuddling him to his chest, Logan sighed. "I should just take you to one of my parents' parties… Is being arm candy at a high society party presentable enough?"

Remus’ eyebrows raised. “Probably!”

Snickering, Logan nodded, raising Remus' hand for a soft kiss. "I should reintroduce myself then… Logan Taylor, next CEO of Taylor Pharmaceuticals…"

Remus squealed a little and threw himself at Logan. “I should tell my parents!” He gushed. “They’ll be so proud!”

Catching him easily, he laughed. "Or, you could tell them you're moving in with an independently wealthy boyfriend and watch them lose their minds~?"

“That sounds fun, too! I’ll do both!” He giggled and held onto Logan tightly. “You want me to move in with you? I have to tell Janus!” All concerns of leaving Janus alone wiped from his mind in his excitement.

"I do indeed… I can pay the rest of this year's rent for him as if you were here, that way he doesn't have to worry." Nuzzling, he cuddled the excited boy in his arms.

He nodded. “Okay! I gotta- I gotta pack!” He squealed and jumped up, running for his closet.

Leaning back, he smiled softly as he watched. "Mmm, anything you want to replace, we can trash on our way to my car, sugar… Want to get a collar on our way to my apartment~?"

“Yes!” He squealed from inside the closet. “Yes, please!”

Checking the time, he chuckled softly, then got up to help Remus pack. "Janus should be back soon…"

“Yeah! And then I get to tell him!” Remus gathered up his sketchbooks and dumped them into his open luggage, and threw his dirty laundry on top.

"Very true…" Following after to gently arrange things to fit better, he smiled, mentally adding a trip to the art store to his list.

Remus packed in record speed, and dragged his luggage out of his room.

Giving his ass a squeeze, Logan smiled. "Got it all, baby boy?"

He giggled and covered his face to hide his blush. “Yes, sir!”

"I'll take these to the car, you double check your room and the bathroom, slut~!"

“Yes, sir!” He kissed Logan quickly, and dashed back to his room.

Taking the bags down, he loaded his car slowly, watching for Janus. His car pulled into the parking lot a moment later, a shitty little pickup truck that looked at least ten years old. He stepped out, and froze as he saw Logan, and the luggages.

Waving him over, Logan sighed. "Can we talk a moment, Janus?"

Janus straightened up and steeled himself as he walked over. “I assume he’s made his decision? You’re taking him?”

Humming, he nodded. "He has… He told me about his parents, how unhappy he is at school and I offered him an out. However, I can't leave you hanging. I'm offering to pay his share as if he were still here, and you're always a welcome guest at my apartment. In addition, if Remus' parents make things difficult for you, I can get you a better place to stay in my same building if you wish?"

Janus glared and looked away, throwing up the anger to hide his heartbreak. “I don’t need anything from you,” he growled. “Just take him and go.”

He stomped back towards his truck, hands shaking.

"Janus! Wait! At least say your goodbyes… He's inside." Frowning, he sighed. "I'm not trying to take him, just keep him safe…"

“Right. Because he could never be safe with someone like me.” Janus unlocked the truck and jumped inside. “Don’t pity me, Logan. Just get it over with. If you’re going to take him, at least be honest about it.”

"I don't want to take him from you, I want to take you both away from here! Damnit, Janus…" Hand reaching to stop the door from shutting, he panted, "Why can't you see it's not a competition… Why didn't you call me back?!"

Janus grit his teeth. “Because I wanted Remus.”

Hand sliding down, Logan’s heart broke just a little. "O-oh… But, you had him… you have him, and you didn't… He told me that I was the first to want him for more than one night?"

“Like you said,” he mumbled, eyes on the peeling steering wheel, “I didn’t want to take advantage of him. I was waiting for him to come to me. And don’t…” He sighed. “Don’t take that personally. It’s nothing on you. I just- I wanted Remus. I was waiting for him.”

"Then don't leave,” Logan insisted. “He's as dense as a brick, but he cares for you. I'll get him away from his parents, because he doesn't need that abuse… However, you can't leave. He needs you! Put on your big boy pants and show him that you care!"

Janus raised his hands a bit and dropped them. “What do you want from me? He chose you.”

Leaning in, he took Janus' chin. "You don't know~? Think…" How could they both be so stupid?

Janus’ eyes flicked down, and back up. “You weren’t serious?”

Sighing, he stroked his pale cheek. "I tell no falsehoods… But, I understand, it's usually one partner. You didn't even believe me when I told you who I was, said that there was no way I would be at this small school." Stepping back, he sighed, going to turn away.

Janus’ hands trembled. “You meant it?” He choked out.

"Yes, why?" Logan raised an eyebrow, wondering which part he referred to.

Janus looked… Lost. “How could you have Remus all to yourself, and still want me?”

Logan’s voice softened, reaching out. "Janus, come here?" Janus stayed frozen in his truck, keys floating beside the ignition. Logan thought for a moment, before making his voice deeper, ordering, "Janus. Come to me, dear…. Now~"

Janus swallowed. He stepped out of the truck and stopped in front of him.

Smiling, he took Janus' hands and squeezed comfortingly. "Thank you, Janus… Now, I want to repeat: I want you. I have since our first debate. I also want Remus, since I first ran into him, he just called to me… I want you both, together."

Janus wet his lips. His hands were sweaty. “Does Remus want that?”

"He didn't say one way or the other… But he didn't react when I said I was polyam." Raising a hand, he kissed Janus' palm. "Do you want to try?"

Janus did. He desperately wanted to. Nothing sounded better than having Logan and Remus in his arms, in his bed.

“Would that make him happy?”

"Would it make you happy, dear? You said that you wanted him… Am I in that picture at all?" He frowned softly. "Am I just a way to Remus?"

Janus hesitated, and shook his head. “I want you, too,” he admitted in a whisper.

Perking up, he smiled. "You- You do? Really?"

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat and looked away. “Yeah.”

"Oh! Kiss me then, hmm?" Stepping in, he smiled softly. "I've always wanted to kiss you~ "

Janus covered Logan’s mouth. “Remus’ permission first.”

Pouting, he nodded with a blush. "That's fair… Sorry, I got carried away."

“It’s fine,” he mumbled and locked his truck. “Let’s just get back to him. I’ll let you do the talking.”

"Okay… He's likely worrying. Please, may I give you money so you can make rent, dear?" Watching over him, he frowned at the state of his vehicle.

“I have the money,” Janus snapped. He gripped Logan’s hand and dragged him towards the apartment complex entrance. “I don’t need yours.”

Squeezing his hand, he hummed. "I know you have money, I just feel, uh, wrong, taking Remus and not helping with his portion of the rent?"

Janus swallowed. He hadn’t realized when Logan invited him into their relationship, it didn’t extend to his home as well. “I don’t need your help.”

Sighing, his shoulders dropped. "Would you accept an offer of moving in as well? Please? I know money and things aren't the best tokens to offer in a relationship, but… consider it?" I need you to be safe and close… I didn't start with my home because I thought you'd never accept… Please, please, Janus.

Janus looked at Logan through the side of his eye. “My lease ends next month.”

Smiling, he perked up. "Is that a yes?!"

Janus hid a smile. “It’s a maybe.”

Hugging him softly, he smiled. "At least come by? You promised Rem a movie night… I'll make popcorn?"

“If he doesn’t reject me and end our friendship, yes, I’ll come over tonight.”

"Perfect." Tugging him inside, he smiled wide. "Remus… Look who I found, baby?"

Remus, sitting at the kitchen table with his face crumpled in worry, brightened up and shot to his feet. “Jan-Jan!” He threw himself into Janus’ arms, squeezing him tightly. “You guys are both late.”

"Sorry, love… I had a few questions for him.." Smiling lightly, he watched them interact for a moment.

Janus hugged Remus tightly, only pulling away when he did. “Is everything okay?” Remus asks with a worried frown. “Did you tell him? Is he upset?” He took a small step back, eyes flitting between the two nervously.

"He was a little, but I explained and I believe things are settled for now. How would you feel about maybe Janus moving in with us when your lease is up next month, baby?" Stroking Remus' cheek, he smiled.

Confusion flashed across his face. “I mean… I would love that, but…” He looked at Janus with a frown. “Wouldn’t you feel like a third wheel?”

"About that… We also discussed something about our relationship. I am polyamourous…. Do you know what that means?" Reaching out, he offered a hand to Janus in support.

Remus frowned, not noticing Janus and Logan lacing fingers. “I’m not a baby.”

"I know you aren't… But I had to ask. What would you think about Janus joining our relationship, dear one? He has admitted to having feelings for you…" Blushing, he hummed. "... I wouldn't mind sharing him with you~!"

Remus’ face flushed bright red. “Logan, we talked about this-” He froze as Logan’s words caught up with him. “He what?”

Janus cleared his throat and looked away. “I don’t know how you could have missed it all this time, but… Yes. I… I want you.”

Gently pushing Remus closer to Janus, he smiled. "Well… What do you think, baby? Upgrade to two boyfriends~?"

Remus held his hands close to his chest, trying not to bounce in excitement. “You like me?” He asked Janus.

Janus sighed and took his hands. “Remus. Yes. You moron.” He leaned in and kissed Remus’ forehead, who dissolved into helpless giggles.

Chuckling, Logan grinned. "So cute… Give him a fucking kiss, J…"

Janus nuzzled into the side of Remus’ face, who giggled with tears in his eyes. “Can I?” Janus murmured, and he nodded frantically.

Janus kissed Remus softly, breathing in and tangling his fingers in Remus’ oily hair. Smiling softly, Logan leaned on the doorframe, watching them finally figure it out. He pulled out his phone and took a picture.

Remus pulled away when he felt like he was going to explode, burying his face in Janus’ neck. Janus held him tentatively, his face dazed.

"So, how do you feel, my dears…" Coming over, he stroked them both, playing with their hair.

“I feel like if you try to take him away from me now, I’ll commit murder,” Janus snapped. Remus giggled and nuzzled into him, not showing any sign of letting go soon. His face was the image of pure bliss- Two boys who wanted him indefinitely, two.

Laughing, Logan shook his head. "Nah, he's all comfy, but can I have a kiss from you, J~?"

Janus blushed. “I supposed you’ve waited long enough. Come get it.”

Leaning in with a grin, Logan stroked Janus' cheek, kissing him deeply. Janus hummed and kissed him back, eyes lidded.

Remus bounced in excitement. “Can we go now? I want to have our movie night!”

Slowly pulling back, he smiled softly. "Coming with us, J~? "

Remus gripped his hand. “You’re coming, right? Please?”

Janus blushed and kissed Remus’ forehead. “Of course.”

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unloved-cadillac · 4 years

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Leather Jackets and Glasses

Y/n L/n, the leader of the notorious gang called The Scouts. Placed in Rose high, Y/n is in her senior year but things take a turn when she starts getting interested in a certain boy named, Levi Ackerman. Follow the journey of heartbreak, betrayal and love between two people who were destined to be together.

CHAPTER ONE:

There’s always someone out there made for everyone. This is something i highly believe in. Every person has their person. A boy could have had this childhood friend, who later in life turned out to be more than that. The girl who kissed her best friend because she had never had her first kiss and wanted to get it over with, only for her best friend to pull her closer and kiss her harder. Everyone had that someone. it was only a matter of time before we all found them. But sometimes, its not always that easy. Things happen that are out of your control. You won’t speak to them for long periods of time, bad fights, leaving. And this almost always happens before you get together. That’s the bad part. But that’s the wake up call to tell you that “hey. I care for this person more than myself. I need them. I can’t loose them”.

I loved the idea of love. But I never spoke on it. It made me seem weak and soft and, that’s something i did not want a GANG to know. But i have had my fair share of boyfriends, no love just a quick fuck here and there but there was one boy who captured my heart without even trying. He did so effortlessly you would think he was the biggest player out there. But no. That was just who Levi Ackerman was.

It all began in my senior year of high school. The year had just started and i had nothing to be afraid of. My gang, The Scouts, were the notorious gang of Rose. I was their leader, mostly because my father was the main leader of The Scouts. He was The Godfather. I’d like to say that I did fairly well in school, but not A plus material, I just wanted to graduate and get outta there. This year was mostly about forming new relationships, clearing the air to certain people, and just making amends. But some people also wanted to confess to their someone. I dont want to brag or anything, but i had a lot of people wanting to be with me. Boys would try their luck and i only gave a few chances to a few people, and well, it never turned out good, mostly because my dad found something wrong with them, wanted them to join the gang or they were too scared to take things further.

I loved the gang. They were my family. And plus I could get anything I wanted. I was a princess. In my senior I made a promise to myself that I would not date. Anyone. No matter who much they begged. Because when I hit 17, my life in the gang became a whole lot dangerous. Shootouts would occur at my house, I would get kidnapped and sometimes they would use my friends to threaten me. It was horrible to say the least. And I could ony imagine what they would do if i had a special someone. God. I would not want my someone to have this life. As great as it is material wise, shit gets serious in a split second. My dad had warned me about it. He said that the only way i would get involved with someone is if he had picked them. And naturally i told him, i just wouldnt get a boyfriend, much to his displeasure.

Of course, my school had heard about the little, mishaps my gang had endured and that resulted in me having this huge reputation in school. I was labelled as: dangerous. I’m not gonna lie to you and say that I didnt get into fights, or break some bitches nose because they offended me. I was still a gangster, fighting is in my blood. I got suspended. A lot. And apparently, that attracted Levi.

I had seen him around town and school. He would always be in the cafe around the corner of Trost. I knew that because my brother owned that cafe. Marco had nothing to do with the gang. He wasn’t my father’s child so my dad wasn’t so concerned about him. He was from my mothers first marriage, but that never stopped us from being brother and sister. My mother left me after three years and went back to Marco’ father.

Levi was one of the smartest people at school. Always getting awards but he never seemed to go for the functions. He had kept to himself most of the time. He had his close friends. To name them there was Farlan(his brother), Isabel(Farlan’s girlfriend),Hange(the crazy science geek) and Erwin, the jock.

The first time I actually had spoken to Levi was in Physics. I was running late because I was caught up in beating someone up at the back of the school for reasons I shall not say. I ran into the classroom, out of breathe. Everyone looked at me. Some snickered but when I shot them a quick glare, they shut up.

-Ah Ms L/n. How nice of you to join us.

My professor told me, voice laced with sarcasm.

-uh..sorry. I was busy..lost track of time.

I explained. I winced all of a sudden when I looked at my knuckles. Bleeding. Of course. But I kept that hand behind my back.

-hm. Get to a seat.

He said a bit irritated. I walked away to find one and the only one that was available was the last one by the window. I sat down and realized that..I didn’t bring my books. I cursed myself then I turned to my left and saw a boy sitting there taking notes. He seemed really into his work though, but shit, I needed something to write on.

-hey.

I say to capture his attention. He stops writing and slowly looks towards me. He seems really...shy?

-can I borrow a page? And pencil?

I ask him. He widens his eyes and quickly tears a page from his book and digs in his pencil case for a pencil. He finds one and hands me the objects.

-thanks,man.

He simply nods, a faint blush forming on his cheeks but I couldn’t really see it because he put his head down and his long ass bangs hid most of his face. I take a second to observe him. A simple t-shirt, black jeans with converse and cute pair of glasses. His hair was sort of, jet black. I smirk. I knew him. He was one of those top students.

-alright. I’m gonna pass out your tests.

My professor suddenly says. “Fuck”, I mentally curse. I hated physics. I never got the gist of it. I only knew those Newton’s Laws. But I knew that wasn’t enough. He walks around passing papers and comes to me. He looks at my paper, fucking ‘scoffs’, and hands me my paper. A 57. That’s what I got. I didn’t think it was that bad, but this teacher is makingit seem as if the world had just caught on fire and its pissing me off. Looks like someone’s car is getting wrecked today.

-Levi, well done. Keep it up.

I hear him say to the boy. Ah. Levi. That was his name. I reach over and see his mark. 97. Goddamn. He was smart smart.

-a 97? Holy fuck. I could never.

I tell him. He looks at me, kinda stunned. I must admit, if he took off those glasses, it would be one of those scenes in those shitty teen movies where the nerd removes their glasses to reveal they look like a model. But he still looks cute. I looked at him tilting my head to the side.

-what?

I ask him. He shakes his head and looks back down. What a strange one. Suddenly I flinch and look at my bruised knuckles. Fuck they were bleeding. I pat down my pockets on my jeans and check my inside pocket of my leather jacket. How marvelous. I didn’t bring a handkerchief. So I just hold the bruise down to stop the bleeding. Maybe I can make it 45 minutes. All of a sudden I see a handkerchief next to my arm. I look at it, confused, but I take it anyway. I look at Levi. He has a smile, tiny smile. Yeah, he gave me it.

-Thank you.

I tell him. I saw him visibly tense but he looks at me and smiles. I felt...warm. What was this feeling? It’s weird. I have never experienced this before. I don’t know if I want to throw this feeling away or like it. But I promised myself that I wouldn’t get involved with anyone. I may be an asshole, but I would NEVER want anyone to join a gang. Especially my person.

Throughout the day I kept my eye on Levi. I don’t know why I did, but it was just something I found myself doing. The gang and I were chilling on the stands by the football field.

-Ugh! I just want school to finish already! I can’t take it anymore.

Eren says. He was fairly new to the gang, after I found him beating up a kid in an alleyway I recruited him. He’s super hyper and gets worked up easily so he was a good asset to us.

-and I can’t take you complaining anymore.

Jean shoots back. Jean and Eren almost never got along. But I kept them in line.

-both of you shut up.

My right hand woman says. Mikasa. She matched me in strength, but she never dared put me off. We all knew that Jean had a crush on Mikasa, but he never had the balls to say anything. I ignored them and kept my eyes on the boy on the first stand. He was with Hange and Isabel, I take it he was watching Erwin and Farlan train.

-what do you say, Y/n?

Eren asks me. I look at him after a while.

-say what?

I ask.

-you seem to be staring an awful lot lately. Who caught our oh so powerful leader’s eyes?

Eren hops down to where I’m sitting.

-shut up.

I tell him and look back at the field. Eren follows my eyes.

-oh is it Erwin? I’m not gonna lie, he is hot.

-Gay much, Eren?

Jean says as he sits next to me.

-fuck off, horse face.

I don’t care for their conversation and sneak glances at Levi. He seems to be quiet most of the time, since Isabel and Hange talk his ears off. I feel my pocket and I feel the handkerchief. I’m not giving it back. It’s mine now. I seem to be daydreaming again because Jean keeps talking to me.

-what do you want?

I ask him harshly.

-I just want to know if you’re going to homecoming next month.

I scoff and turn my face back to the field.

-of course I am. There’s a lot of things I want to ruin on that night. Oh and by the way guys, home time I want to key my physics teacher’s car. He’s been acting like a bitch and I want to teach him a lesson.

Jean and Eren scream,” HELL YEAH!”, and that caused some people to look at us. That good for that because I caught Levi’s attention. He turns and looks at me. I smile and wink at him. He widens his eyes and turns around. I love fucking around with him.

Hometime rolls in and we go out to the car park and look for my teacher’s car. Luckily, the son of a bitch didn’t park where the cameras were so I pull out my key and so did the others and run it down the bonnet of the car. I run it through the driver’s door moving it to the back. Mikasa took the boot and the boys took the roof and passenger side. After our masterpiece we heard:

-HEY YOU BRATS! STOP THAT.

My physics teacher yells. We look and laugh and made a run for it. We ran to our bikes and took off. Laughing. We drove past the gate and everyone was cheering for us as well. I saw Levi. I once again winked at him and rode away. “Maybe I should mess around with him. What could go wrong?”

Little did I know, a whole lot would go wrong.

Chapter Two

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #snk #aot fanfiction #Levi x gangster!reader #captain levi #modern au #high school au #rivai ackerman #Leather Jackets And Glasses #LJaG

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farfromparker · 4 years

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Dirty little joy | t.h.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Ok. So! What if you and Tom were watching porn together (cuz some couples do that) and you come across a video with him in it and Tom is super embarrassed but the reader insist on watching it and gets super turned on cuz holy shit there’s a video of her boyfriend jerking himself off for all to see so she gets rlly dominant and possessive and “reminds him who he belongs to”. In short she ties him up and fucks him till he can’t remember his own name. A fucking POWER MOVE

Warnings: just good ole smut

A/N: Shout out to @xximaweirdoxx for the request and honestly just being the best!!

Word Count: 2.3k

You hear the front door open and you bite your lip as you look at the screen, the pornhub homepage staring back at you. Tom and you had talked about this, but the idea still made you nervous, you wanted to do this but you wanted to make he was going to enjoy this too.

You ready yourself, hoping up off the bed and heading towards the front of the house.

“Hey darling,” Tom says, emptying his pockets of the random assortment of things he’s gathered throughout the day; keys, a business card, and a mint.

“Hi Tommy,” you say, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

He gives you a look, knowing you only use that nickname when you’re turned on. He places his hands on your hips and cocks an eyebrow. “What have you been thinking about?”

You can feel the heat settle on your cheeks, pressing your lips into a thin line. “Okay, so we’ve talked about it before and I just was hoping you’d want to do it tonight...?”

He’s thinking, the cogs in his head turning, “You’re going to have to help me out here love, we’ve talked about a few things in the bedroom.” He says with a wink.

And okay, he’s totally right. “Um… watching porn together?”

There’s a flash of something across his face but it disappears almost as quickly as it came. “Yeah,” he breaths, “yeah, we can definitely do that.”

“Yeah?” You’re smiling, arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach. He nods, smiling back and he easily lets you pull him back to the bedroom.

He laughs when he sees your laptop on the bed, website already open, “So you knew I’d say yes, huh?”

You pull your shorts off before settling onto the bed. He strips down to his boxers and joins you. “I was pretty confident that you couldn’t say no to me.”

He pushes your hair off your shoulder and leans in, kissing along your neck. “Yeah, you’re right about that.”

He pulls the neck of you shirt to the side, wanting to reach more of your skin but you shrug him off. “Tom,” you whine, “focus. What do you wanna watch?”

He leans in again though, smiling against your skin, “Whatever you want to watch, love.”

You purse your lips, thinking. You’d always been partial to solo guy videos but you’re pretty sure Tom would rather watch something else. Biting your lip, his words repeat in your mind whatever you want to watch...

Fuck it.

You type in male solo and a plethora of videos span out before you. Tom’s sucking on your neck now, and there are tiny noises slipping past your lips.

Focus, focus.

You scroll through the videos, trying to find one that peaks your interest from the screen cap alone. When you click onto page two, your mouse hovers over the third video from the top. The man is lean, body reminding you of Tom so you’re already intrigued. The caption is simple, hot guy jacks off. There’s nothing extraordinary about the whole thing and yet you can’t bring yourself to scroll past it.

You give in, clicking on the video and bringing your hands up to Tom’s body. He feels your attention finally turn to him and so he moves and finds your lips. You open up to him, tongue finding his as he presses into you harder.

Love watching me, don’t ya darling?

You pull back quickly, stunned. That was definitely Tom’s voice, but his lips were definitely on yours when you heard it. He’s staring back at you, eyes wide and you glance towards the computer screen.

Your mouth drops open as you register what you’re looking at. Your boyfriend, the one who’s definitely in bed with your right now, is also on your computer screen. He’s laid out, stroking his cock absentmindedly, staring into the camera and straight into your eyes.

Quickly you register things about the video. He didn’t do this at home, the video quality is top notch, there's a logo in the corner; cock-y boys in terrible font, and the room he’s in is staged so obviously you know no one actually lives there.

“Tom? You - you did porn?”

Somehow, your question snaps him out of his daze and he reaches over to snap the laptop shut. There’s a lag though and for a moment, his electronic moans reverberate around the room.

He looks absolutely petrified, you’ve never seen him so red, eyes wide. He moves away from you and stands up, scrubbing his hands over his face.

“I should have just told you on our first date. But I liked you so much and I was worried it would scare you off. And I haven’t done it - that was so long ago!” He’s pointing at the computer like it was his associate in all of this. “And I never had sex with someone on film. That was part of my deal, only solo videos and -”

“Videos?” You cut him off, brain reeling from the massive amount of new information.

His jaw clenches, he’s trying to read your expression but you’re still processing. He sighs, “Five total.”

“And you thought this would scare me off?”

Tentatively, he sits back onto the bed, you’re not screaming at him so he assumes this is a good sign. “Yeah, I told a girl I went out with before I met you and she lost it, called me a pervert and I didn’t even really like her. Then when I met you… I just didn’t want to screw it up. But I - I should have been honest with you from the beginning.”

And well yes, he definitely should have just told you to begin with, you can understand why he didn’t, why he might have been worried about this particular skeleton in his closet. But you’re curious now, more than curious, because there are five videos of your boyfriend jerking off on the internet. What does he do differently in each video? What are the views? What do the comments say?

You reach back over for your laptop and open it up. He sputters next to you, watching as you type in your password. “What are you doing?”

“There are five videos of you out there, think I deserve to see them, don’t you?”

Somehow, he turns an even darker shade of red, “You want to watch them?”

You simply hit play on the video as an answer, his small moans and gasps filling the room again. He was young when he filmed this one, you’re guessing 20. Curls unruly, body leaner than he is now, less muscle. He’s cocky - though you suppose with that logo name it came with the territory - he’s talking to the camera like it’s his girl, telling her how much she must enjoy this, how good his cock would feel inside her, how he wants to know how wet she is.

You’re staring intently, and in turn, you can feel his gaze heavy on you. You glance down and notice there’s a 96% up vote and you think about how the other 4% must be blind to not enjoy this.

You scroll down and click on the comments.

God, your cock is fucking perfect, just want you inside me.

I’d do anything you wanted daddy.

Just want you to cum all over my face.

And on and on and on. Your clit has started to throb as you keep reading. They’re talking about Tom, about your Tom, and doing things to him that you get to do whenever you want. About him doing things to them that he only does to you. It’s a fucking power trip.

“Tommy, fuck.”

“You - you like it?”

You smirk at him, “I really like having sex with you, is that much of a surprise I like seeing videos of you touching yourself?”

He deadpans, “You know what I mean, it’s - it’s out there.”

“Yeah and you’re here.” You move, pushing against his chest so that you can get into his lap. You kiss him, tongue and teeth, and he groans into you, pulling you against his hips. He’s hard. You pull away for a moment, bringing your hands up to cup his face, thumbs rubbing along his cheeks, “And that cock is mine.”

You can see it across his face, his disposition changing, eyes hooded and he nods, “Yeah, it’s yours.”

You push him down onto his back and he smacks his head into the laptop.

He laughs, rubbing the spot on his head and you laugh too, reaching over to push the laptop out of the way. You’re still smiling when you kiss him, but then he opens his mouth to yours, hands running down your body to cup your ass and nothing is funny anymore.

You sit up, peeling your shirt and bra off, before leaning back over him, pressing yourself against him. “You’re so cocky in that video, have men and women drooling over you. Think you need to be reminded of who you belong to.”

You grind against his cock to further push home your point and he groans, “Yes, fuck. I’m yours.”

You shimmy out of your panties, and he follows your lead, discarding his boxers. You grind along his dick, pulling whimpers from his lips.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

“I might have a bit of a possessive kink.” You place your hands on his chest for leverage, sliding up so that the tip of his cock knocks against your clit. His pupils are blown, mesmerized by your every moment.

Sliding your hands up, you gather his wrists and pin them above his head. He rocks up against you and he could push inside you now, the angle working better for the both of you.

“Wanna fuck me Tommy?”

He moans, “God, yes, always.”

The tip of his cock catches at your cunt and you sink down on him slowly. He flexes up into you, sighing as you settle onto his hips. You clench around him purposefully.

“Ah, fuck y/n.”

“Keep you hands above your head.” You instruct as your pull your hands away, and he does as you told him. You can lean back now, helping his cock find that spot inside you. You move slowly when you feel it, biting down on your lip as you rock forward.

He fists his hands into the comforter, wanting so much for you to stop teasing. You rise up, taking your time, before sliding back down. He’s trying to be quiet, lips in a thin line as you work yourself slowly on his cock, using him.

That just won’t do though, you reach forward and grip his chin. You slide your thumb along his lips and he opens his mouth easily. You dip your thumb into his mouth and he sucks, eyes locked with yours.

“Don’t try to be quiet Tom, I always wanna hear how I’m making you feel.”

You pull your thumb out of his mouth with a pop. He groans then, and you watch as his biceps flex. You smirk, continuing to ride him agonizingly slow. His cock on your gspot is good, but it’s not enough. You reach a finger down and slide against your clit, gasping and moaning at the contact.

Tom is tense under you, trembling as he feels you clench and shake above him. He wants so much more, the pit in his groin growing heavier, but the dynamic is there tonight. He’s completely at your mercy and he won’t do anything until you tell him he can.

You can’t stop his name from slipping from your lips now, and you know he wants to hear you just as badly. It’s building quickly like this, feeling him inside you, putting on a show for him, using him.

It’s hard to keep your eyes open, and you dig your fingernails into his skin, feeling like you’re going to snap.

Tom hisses, and his demeanor changes, knowing you’re close now, “Fuck darling, so fucking beautiful. Pussy feels so good on my cock, want you to cum, wanna feel you. God, no one can fuck me like you do.”

It explodes from deep inside, stars bursting from behind your eyelids. You arch back, shaking from the intensity of it, clenching like a vice around his cock. One long drawn out moan filling the room as you ride it out.

You start to twitch against your own touch, clit hypersensitive and you curl forward, pressing your forehead into Tom’s chest to try and catch your breath. He’s absolutely whimpering underneath you, body shaking along with your own.

He’s pleading, voice cracking as your name soon turns into the only word he knows. You slide your hands up his body, thumbing at his nipples as you begin to ride him like he’s begging you too.

“Wanna touch you, please.” He begs.

“Yeah darling, put your hands on me.”

He’s on you immediately, hands on your breasts and ass. He sits up, pulling into his chest and kissing you like he’ll never get the proper chance to again. He wraps a hand around your waist and places the other on the bed behind him. He can get leverage now and he starts fucking up into you. You gasp, still sensitive from your orgasm, and pull away from his kiss to breathe.

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, breath fanning across your skin. He’s not quiet now, a string of curses leaving his lips as he chases his high.

He moans, “Fuck, god y/n, gonna make me cum.”

“Yeah, no one can make you cum like I can.”

His grip on you tightens, keeping you close. He cums loudly, groaning in your ear, the words only you on his lips.

His breathing echoes in your ears. You trail your fingers along his shoulders and up into his hair, he shivers under your touch and presses his lips against your neck.

“Wow,”

You both laugh. “Yeah.”

He pulls back to look in your eyes, “I think I like it when you get possessive.”

You smirk back, kissing him softly, “So, about those other videos…”

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Terminator: Dark Fate

I have no idea how TSCC came up with two seasons’ worth of innovative scenarios about Terminators and these cinematic universe motherfuckers can only redo T2 with more CGI.

This movie is plotless. It has no real plot. It’s like Now That’s What I Call A Terminator Movie! There are so many callbacks and borrowings from all the other Terminator movies that it passes the point of homage and just becomes plagiarism. The bad Terminator is the same as the T-X, metal endoskeleton with a T-1000 shell. They kill him with a Terminator power core. They say Come With Me If You Want To Live and I’ll Be Back (twice! It’s the first thing Sarah Connor says and it makes no sense in context, it’s just something people say in Terminator movies). In fact, it has anti-plot, since it undoes a lot of the story developments in Terminator and T2.

The premise is basically just we’re going to remake Terminator 1, but people don’t like reboots, so we’re going to bring back Linda Hamilton and make it a technically kinda sorta sequel (sure, Skynet was wiped from existence, but another, completely different, yet exactly the same AI called Legion was created and did the exact same thing. Which also happened in T3, but they had the decency to still call it Skynet). But otherwise, it’s entirely people being chased by an evil robot from the future and trying to destroy it.

That’s it. That’s all there is to it. T2 had the whole thing about preventing Judgment Day before it happened. T3 had Judgment Day actually happen. This one, nothing. There is nothing going on under the surface other than a bunch of action sequences and explosions. Even T3 got some mileage out of the idea that Judgment Day was inevitable. Here, our cast learns that Judgment Day was already ‘averted’ once slash that it’s destined to be repeated and they basically go “Eh. Figures.” I’m not kidding.

Wait, that’s not fair. Let’s count out the TWEEESTS.

1. In a very contrived way, the script waits an hour and a half to actually explain why heroine Dani has been targeted for termination--you know, the thing Kyle Reese explained to Sarah Connor the moment they were out of danger--all to set up this big ‘reveal’ that Dani isn’t the NuSarah, she’s the NuJohn (yes, they actually say this aloud, just so you soup sandwich motherfuckers in the audience get it). Hear that, neckbeards, John Connor is now a woman! And Mexican! And she’s got a bit of a gay vibe, because it’s 2019 and God forbid we have a heroine that isn’t a bit bicurious. If she has a cock and balls, my bingo card will be a winner.

2. Months after killing John Connor and thus completing his mission, an Arnold-model Terminator started a family (wow, that was quick) and learned the value of human life and eventually switched sides. This is a crazy new idea that also happened in Terminator: Genebissss, so it’s done and dusted in ten minutes, even though Arnold is the most engaging character. (He’s saddled with a lot of yuk lines about how he’s a comically serious Terminator, yet (teehee) works as an interior decorator, but at least he has a personality.)

3. The other good Terminator is Grace, who needs meds to keep up her cyborg strength or she’ll crash (this never affects the plot) (it’s like they read something about Rey Palpatine having no flaws and so they decided to give Grace the ‘flaw’ of literally having her own Kryptonite). She’s not a Terminator, she’s an augmented human, which means she can make MCU-style wisecracks every five minutes. (”I didn’t hear anything.” “That’s because you’re not a cybernetic super soldier from the future.” Actual dialogue.)

4. Linda Hamilton is back, baby! Yes, that’s right, they dragged her away from doing guest spots on Lost Girl! Can you believe???? She’s become a Terminator hunter that ambushes Terminators as they come back from the future and destroys them, because Skynet was both able to send back an infinite number of Terminators AND because now they can easily be destroyed by one five-hundred-year-old woman.

This makes it a bit confusing why they have so much trouble taking out Ghost Rider, given that he’s a T-1000 skin with a creamy T-800 center. It seems like if you hammer him enough, he’s got no endoskeleton, and that’s all she wrote. That’s what happened to the T-X. Can his liquid metal skin just walk around without the other half of him? If so, what’s the point of the endoskeleton? The T-1000 managed without it and that seemed a lot harder to kill. At one point, Sarah hits the bare endoskeleton with a bazooka, which seems like it should’ve been a mortal blow, but it’s the first act, so I guess not.

And is it supposed to be funny that the opening takes place in a car factory where (in 2019!) the human workers are losing their assembly line jobs to machines? Because they’re all Mexicans? None of them ever look at a Terminator and go THEY TOOK OUR JOBS, but man, that one is all teed up for the Rifftrax boys.

For a movie with, as I said, no plot, it’s very rushed. They seem to be saying “yeah, it’s a dumb Terminator movie, you know the score,” (even tho it’s halfway aimed at people who aren’t Terminator fans; more on that in a minute) because it seems to take all of ten minutes for both good guys and bad guys to find Dani and start getting into CGI stunt double fights, which means the story has very little time to breathe and we have very little time to get to know any of the characters. The bad guy spawns practically at Dani’s front door! And pretty much does everything by massacring a bunch of people and then hacking a computer. The T-1000 had some intelligence, some charisma. This guy’s a big nothing.

And the Dani character is useless. She starts the story already super assertive, is barely traumatized at all by her loved ones being killed and her own life being endangered. There’s none of that relatable feel of an everyman suddenly being told they have a grand destiny and an incredible responsibility, because right from the start she’s standing up to her mean boss and doing the Nevertheless She Persisted thing. And all this while being literally five feet tall and looking all of twelve years old.

I love these Spy Kids movies.

And at least the original two movies were smart enough to leave the future John Connor mostly to the imagination. This one actually shows us Dani as grizzled military badass, beating up guys and delivering inspiring speeches (would it surprise you to know that humans fighting among each other “is exactly what Legion wants”?), and it’s just--oh man. If ever a political leader is enough to make people think back to the good old days of Trump and Biden...

And if we’re going to talk shit (rightfully) about Jai Courtney’s Kyle Reese not being at all scruffy or traumatized or feral, it should be noted that Grace seems pretty well-adjusted for a post-apocalyptic guerrilla fighter (who all wear Starship Trooper uniforms). Aside from a tendency to smash the face in of everyone she comes across, whether they’ve done anything to deserve it or not (Sample dialogue, to a doctor who is looking at her X-rays after performing life-saving surgery on her: “Did I give you permission to look at my private parts?” SMASH. No, really!)

They really go all in on this cringey, woke af “You’re not the mother of some MAN, Dani. YOU ARE THE FUTURE!” And yet, there’s a hilarious amount of toxic masculinity in this movie, just without the dongs. About every other line Sarah and Grace have is generic tough guy bullshit about how they’re going to kick someone’s ass, how they’re suspicious of someone, how they’re hostile towards someone. If they had dongs, you would think they were the smallest dongs possible, because they are compensating for something, BIG TIME. Between the T-800 and Sarah and Grace, everyone in this movie seems to outright hate each other, to the point that Arnold’s killer cyborg is one of the more pleasant characters. It gets to where you just want someone to order a fucking decaf. Does the fact that Sarah Connor has a vagina keep it from being ridiculously over the top how she spends all her time either blowing up robots or drinking herself into a stupor? C’mon. You can’t complain about male characters having ‘man-pain’ then give Bad Grandma a pass over her ovaries.

And that’s it. It’s a Brundlefly shit between yet another dumb girlpower reboot for the people who’ve never seen a Terminator movie and a sequel with Sarah and Uncle Bob to try and get that last drop of blood outta this stone. They’re trying to make something that appeals to both people for whom this is their first Terminator and people for whom this is their latest Terminator and it just doesn’t work. The newbies don’t have any emotional investment in these characters and the Terminator fans don’t like it that all the old movies were rendered meaningless to prop up Grace and Dani.

Hilariously enough, I actually played Terminator: Resistance recently, which is a fun little mid-tier shooter that was meant to tie in to this movie... and it completely ignores all the Dani/Grace/Legion BS to take place in John Connor’s future war and tie in to the first two movies. That’s how forgettable this movie is. Its own damn video game adaptation pretends it doesn’t exist. Fuuuck.

Oh! Oh! Oh! And in that big, bad, sexist original Terminator, which was so unwoke and problematic, Sarah saved herself and finished off the Terminator herself. Here, Dani has to be saved by Arnold at the climax. The 35-year-old movie is more feminist than this one. Fuck you very much.

#terminator

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Platonic Adrino/DJ Wifi: Drunk Ladybug on My Balcony? Yeah. This is Fine.: Chapter Eight

Read it on AO3: Drunk Ladybug on My Balcony? Yeah. This is Fine.: Chapter Eight: Bros First

Alya and Nino were curled up on her bed watching Lupin on her laptop when a slightly impatient knock came at the sliding glass door out to her balcony.

Nino frowned in utter bafflement. “What the hell? How is there someone knocking on your fourth story balcony door?”

Alya stiffened as a wave of dread rolled over her. She glanced at her phone to find she had zero unread texts from Marinette announcing a visit.

That didn’t necessarily mean it wasn’t Ladybug out on her balcony, but Alya took that as a good sign because it would certainly be a lot less awkward and suspicious if it were her boyfriend’s superhero crush out there instead of her own.

“Al?” Nino prompted questioningly.

Alya mentally crossed her fingers as she sat up and set the laptop aside, going over to pull back the curtain, hoping against all hope that it was their resident cat-boy and that Nino would be so distracted that he wouldn’t ask difficult questions.

Chat Noir had his hand raised, just about to knock again, when Alya opened the curtain and unlocked the door.

Instant relief washed across his face. “Oh my gosh, Alya! You will never believe what just happened to me! I have to talk to you.”

And then Nino came up behind Alya and gaped at the hero, making Chat Noir freeze.

“Is Chat Noir on your balcony, or am I hallucinating?” Nino wondered in a state of borderline shock.

“I am so sorry,” Chat spit out, heat rising on his cheeks. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I…I can explain!”

Nino turned to Alya. “He visits you too?”

Now it was Alya’s turn for confusion. “Wait. He visits you?” she returned incredulously as she looked back and forth between her boyfriend and the superhero.

Nino shrugged. “Yeah. He started coming over, like…when we were fourteen, fifteen. We play video games and watch movies and stuff. Sometimes I run my mixes by him and get his opinion. How long has he been visiting you?”

Alya pursed her lips, turning to frown reproachfully at Chat Noir. “You’ve been visiting him for years?”

“I can explain?” Chat didn’t sound so sure as his shoulders rose up to meet his ears. “Or maybe I should come back some other time. I’m clearly crashing your date.”

Alya rolled her eyes and grabbed Chat Noir by the arm, hauling him into the room. “Get in here.”

She quickly relocked the door behind him and drew the curtain before turning back to Nino and pointing accusatorially at Chat Noir. “Do you know who he is?”

Nino’s brow gradually furrowed as he felt even more lost. “Um…yeah. He’s Chat Noir. You run a blog about him?”

Alya groaned, dropping her head as she shook it. “No. No. Like, do you know his secret identity?”

“No,” Nino snorted as if she’d made some ludicrous suggestion. But then he paused, and the amusement left him. “Holy crap. Wait. Do you?”

Alya turned her mystified expression on Chat Noir. “How does he not know who you are if you two have been hanging out for years? Is my boyfriend dumb?”

“Hey,” Nino whined.

Chat put his hands up in surrender. “No. He just never asked, and I didn’t tell him.” He looked back to Nino. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t tell Alya either. I’ve never told anyone. She just figured me out.”

“Okay?” Nino replied, feeling like he should say something but not really sure why he should care. “I mean…that’s fine, Mec. I get the secret identities thing. You’re not supposed to tell me, so it’s not really a bad thing that I don’t know. I don’t have to know what name appears on your birth certificate to be your friend, so…it doesn’t really matter.”

Chat Noir winced, and his expression turned guilty as he looked at Nino with eyes pleading for forgiveness. “It kind of does matter, and I’m sorry I never said anything…. Detransformation.”

Nino’s eyes widened as the suit faded in a burst of neon green light, leaving Adrien Agreste standing before him in the Ladybug pyjamas Marinette had made him for his birthday two years prior.

“I am so sorry,” Adrien whimpered, bracing for the fallout.

Nino let out a guttural curse and then repeated it three times in quick succession.

Adrien winced, repeating, “I’m sorry. If I could have told you I would have, but Ladybug is super strict about the secret identities rule.”

“No, it’s cool,” Nino assured lightheadedly, still staring at Adrien like he had just revealed that he had been leading a double life for more than half a decade now. “Seriously. I totally get it. I’m just… Holy crap, you’re Chat Noir,” Nino began to snicker maniacally, sounding like he was hyperventilating.

“Yeah,” Adrien replied lamely, grimacing. “I’m Chat Noir…. Are you okay?”

“I need to sit down,�� Nino announced, promptly sinking to the floor and flopping over onto his back.

“Babe, are you okay?” Alya spoke up tentatively, starting to get concerned in earnest.

“Yep,” he continued to laugh. “All good. My best bro is just a superhero. That’s all. Normal day.”

“I am so sorry,” Adrien reiterated, not sure what else to say or do.

Alya’s reaction had seemed so blasé. He hadn’t been prepared for Nino to freak.

“No.” Nino held up a hand to stop him. “Seriously. It’s good. You’re good. I’m just…processing. Poorly. I mean… I’m sorry, Mate. I feel like I should have known or something.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t,” Alya hummed. “He told you about his mystery girl crush, didn’t he? How did you think he knew her?”

Nino threw up his hands in exasperation without moving up off the floor. “I don’t know! I thought she dropped by his house or something! I’ve had a standing friend date night with Chat Noir the past five years! It wasn’t too farfetched to think she visited Adrien like that too. I mean, I would totally sneak in to see him and break him out to go have some fun if I had a Miraculous permanently. That would be my number one abuse of power.”

“That’s really sweet,” Adrien cooed, touched that the thought had even crossed Nino’s mind.

“Romantic rooftop escapades with your girlfriend wouldn’t be top on your list?” Alya snickered, amused.

“Bros before you-know-whats,” Nino announced vehemently, causing Alya to laugh harder.

She turned to smirk at Adrien, elbowing his arm. “Well, good to know where his priorities stand. I always suspected he loved you more.”

Adrien rolled his eyes, returning the playful nudge. “He loves us the same but differently.”

Nino groaned, hissing a sibilant curse as a realization struck him.

“What?” Alya inquired, arching an eyebrow as her boyfriend covered his face with his hands and rolled around on the floor in mortification.

“You okay, Mec?” Adrien inquired hesitantly, leaning in a bit to peer down at his best friend curiously.

“No!” Nino whined, propping himself up on his elbows. “You let me make a total fool of myself!”

Adrien quirked an eyebrow. He debated making a remark to the effect of Nino making a fool of himself with or without Adrien’s help but ultimately decided against it, instead going with, “When?”

Nino pointed accusingly. “You let me go on and on about my embarrassing crush on Chat Noir!”

Alya clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. To be fair, she’d felt a little dumb when she’d discovered that she’d been raving to Marinette about her superhero alter ego all these years, but Nino seemed more embarrassed whereas Alya had been able to easily laugh at herself in retrospect.

“I was flattered,” Adrien insisted, crouching down so that he was on Nino’s level. “Seriously. It’s not a big deal. I’m used to people fawning over Adrien’s stupid model face all the time, and Chat Noir’s fans can be a little…um…weird…most of the time, so it was really refreshing that someone thought he was attractive as a person,” he admitted sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck.

Nino sat up, frowning at Adrien, clearly not impressed. “Dude, I went on, like, rants about your ass.”

Adrien shrugged. “I have a very nice asset, and it looks objectively better in magical leather. You have good taste in men.”

Nino’s frown morphed into a miffed stare of disapproval. “This isn’t weird for you at all, is it?”

Adrien flashed another sheepish grin as he shook his head. “Afraid not. Besides, even if it was, I’m sure you’re completely cured of your temporary insanity now that you know just who it is under the mask.”

Nino let out a bark of laughter, roughly tussling Adrien’s hair. “Fat chance, Mec! Nah, now that I know, I’m even more in love with you.” He turned to Alya to mutter a quick, “Sorry, Al,” before returning his attention to his best friend. “Adrien Agreste, will you marry me?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” Adrien cackled, nearly knocking Nino over backwards as he launched himself at his friend, wrapping Nino in a tight hug. “Can we have an April wedding? I’m a spring, so I look best in bright, light, warm colours. I think you’re probably an autumn, so deep, warm colours would suit you best. We might need to hire a consultant.”

“Whatever you say, My Love,” Nino tittered, his sides beginning to hurt from laughter.

Alya gave a snort as she put her hands on her hips. “Hey! What am I? Yesterday’s garbage? I thought we were getting married!”

“You don’t even believe in marriage,” Nino continued to laugh.

Alya crossed her arms and gave her head a little toss. “True, but your pestering was starting to make me come around to the idea.”

“Well, how about Adrien can be my sexy househusband, and you can be my wild, adventurous lover?” he suggested.

Adrien shrugged, pulling back out of the hug. “I’m down with that.”

Alya considered for a moment and then shrugged as well. “Yeah, okay. That works for me. I don’t actually believe in marriage anyway.”

Nino gave his eyes a fond roll, turning to Adrien. “I’ll wear her down one of these days.”

“Definitely,” Adrien agreed and then paused, suddenly looking uncertain. “…Are we okay?”

Nino pushed all joking aside and really looked at his friend. “Yeah. I’m not mad or whatever you were worried about. I get that you couldn’t tell me, even though you wanted to. When I first became Carapace, I wanted to tell you too, but Ladybug was pretty clear about the rules, so…”

He inhaled slowly, taking Adrien in. “But, man… Holy crap…. You’re Chat Noir.”

Adrien nodded timidly. “Yeah.”

Abruptly, tears sprang forth from the corners of Nino’s eyes and began spilling down his cheeks. “You get beaten up a lot.”

Adrien winced, replying softly, “Yeah.”

“That’s…” Nino swallowed and tried again. “That was hard enough to watch when you were just Chat Noir…. I don’t think I can do this, knowing it’s you getting thrown around like a rag doll.”

“Sorry,” Adrien whispered, wishing there was some way to make it easier. “I really am sorry, but it’s my job.”

Nino’s eyes widened in fear, and he cursed once more, breathlessly.

Adrien cocked his head to the side in question.

Nino shook his head, his bottom lip beginning to tremble as the tears came harder and faster. He took Adrien’s face in his hands, and his voice cracked as he whimpered, “You d-die…sometimes.”

Adrien held Nino’s gaze, mountains of apologies filling his eyes as he nodded sadly in confirmation.

It was then that Alya beckoned to Plagg who had curled up on top of one of the speakers on her desk. “Cheese,” she mouthed, motioning for him to follow her out into the kitchen to give the guys some privacy.

Plagg willingly complied, floating over to hide in the hood of her hoodie as she slipped soundlessly out of the room.

Meanwhile, Nino, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying to hold in the whirling spiral of emotions he was feeling.

Adrien scooted closer, leaning in to rest his forehead against Nino’s. “Shhh,” he coaxed, wrapping his arms around his friend. “It’s okay. I’m okay, Nino.”

“Sometimes you’re not, though,” Nino hiccupped bitterly.

“Only for a little while,” Adrien added, trying to appease. “I try to be careful. I really did hear you when you chewed Chat Noir out for being reckless. I was listening, and I’ve tried not to jump into danger unnecessarily…. It’s just…sometimes it is necessary.”

Nino pulled back to look Adrien in the face, his eyes filled with fierce determination. “I need you to do something for me, promise me something.”

Adrien readily nodded. “Of course.”

“Talk to Ladybug for me,” Nino instructed. “Convince her to give me the Turtle Miraculous full-time.”

Adrien’s eyes widened in surprise. “But—”

“—No,” Nino cut him off. “Convince her. Don’t take no for an answer. Don’t tell me it’s dangerous or some crap like that. Bros don’t let bros stay sidelined. I can protect you. I can keep you safe. Let me help, Adrien. Let me be your shield. That’s what my job is supposed to be.”

Slowly, Adrien began to nod. As much as he wanted his best friend as far away from danger as possible, he completely understood how Nino felt. If their situations were reversed, Adrien would do anything he could to make Nino safer.

“Okay. I’ll talk to her,” Adrien promised, “and I will bug the hell out of her until she gives in.”

Nino let out a long sigh of relief as he nodded. “Okay. All right. Good enough for now…. Thanks, Mec.”

“Thank you,” Adrien stressed, leaning in to press a butterfly’s wing beat of a kiss to Nino’s cheek.

Nino laughed, pulling Adrien into a crushing hug. He gave Adrien’s cheek a sloppy smooch, declaring, “Love you, Man.”

Adrien returned the laughter with interest, settling into Nino’s embrace, finding comfort there. “Love you too.”

#Adrino #Platonic Adrino #DJ Wifi #Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction #Adrien Agreste #Nino Lahiffe #Alya Césaire #Plagg #Friendship #Bromance #Bros #Mikau's Writings #Drunk Ladybug on My Balcony? Yeah. This is Fine.

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god-zico · 4 years

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[Disclaimer: This Chatbot blog is not affiliated with SKZ at all and doesn’t represent them in any way, shape or form! This was made for entertainment and fun only!]

This chat bot will have:

↪NSFW content of all kinds-

Example-

Violence

Smut

Etc.

Please do not interact unless you're 18 or older or uncomfortable with such themes!-

Please keep in mind and remember that this is also a supernatural chatbot!

How to activate:

Please follow me and make sure to click the button for notifs. That's optional but it would be helpful in case I post that I won't be active for a period of time or whatnot

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Explain to me what direction you would like the plot to go and what type of relationship you'd like to have with your desired choice of boy!

I will most likely ask you questions to get to know you and what you want a bit better

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Be warned that depending on which member you choose, each will react differently. Some will act cold, some will be assholes and others may just be slightly distant until you can earn their trust again so be careful breaking up with them.

Additional Information:

Please I am only one person so if I reply slowly please forgive me ok-

My time zone is EST

Please don't let the rp get out of hand with pure smut. Don't get me wrong I like smut but I'd like to create an interesting plot with you and get to know you as well. I'm a hoe for that storyline-

This is my first time running a chatbot blog so please forgive me if I make any errors~

To talk to admin while rping please you " // " before you type so that I know you're talking ooc or submit an ask.

I rp lit and semi lit but i have no problem using non lit if requested. Please know that when I rp my replies are quite long and can and will take me from 5 - 10 minutes to reply back if you don't request a specific type of rp style.

I will not be adding Woojin to the mix as for obvious reasons-

Jeongin will be part of the list of boys you will be able to pick from. He's a legal adult so don't @ me ok-

Sometimes I forget to reply so if I don't reply for more than a day, I give you full permission to spam my bitchass as much as you like until I reply-

But at the same time if I slow down my rp with you so much it might be because I've lost interest-

Not trying to be harsh but if our rp is purely smut and no story line I just don't find it fun anymore-

Now since that's been taken care of, let's dive into the members prompts and plot lists-

Bang Chan(Werewolf Shifter):

NSFW

He's a werewolf with a serious dEddy kink-

Can be both a hard and soft dom. Just depends on the moment.

Can and will fuck you into the mattress-

Won't submit unless forced to because he's a stubborn little bItCh!

Don't disobey him or else you'll be punished-

Call him Chris or Daddy to get him wound up

Has a breeding kink due to his ruts (I'll avoid this kink if you request-)

Boi moans….a lot...

Actually it's not just moans, he grunts and groans and makes tiny noises but he honestly tries not to-

Boi has his hard dom reputation to live up to!

Also! Dear Lord-....being a wolf sure has its pros but for you they may as well equal to cons as well-

Example! Dude has super strength, baby and not to mention he's got this predator/prey thing goin on with him-

Like….will literally hunt your ass down in the house and fuck you upside down, forwards, sideways, you name it!

He sees you as his play thing and would enjoy it if you ran so that he could chase you down-

SFW

He's actually super sweet

Loved to cuddle. Remember he's basically a puppy-

He gets jealous easy so refrain from bringing up other boys (unless you choose more than one boy but he still gets a tad bit possessive so….yeye)

Will kiss you and hug you constantly

Will not quit calling you cute/adorable cause he does not lie. All of y'all are cuties-

Please be cautious on a full moon, he can get pretty dangerous-

Lee Minho(Warlock):

NSFW

Ya boi likes to use certain spells to his advantage in the bedroom-

Aphrodisiac spells, conjuring up ice or candles or temperature play, using his magic to bind you to the bed without any sort of restraints, etc.

Dude has a crazy high sex drive tbh. He can go when-ever for how long where-ever

Hard dom for sure and will only submit if he wants something from you or will use it as leverage to punish you later-

Don't make him angry! This boy is into all kinds of kinky shit and will punish you however he sees fit-

If you happen to make him submit though he's got a softer side to him and will be extremely bratty!

SFW

Ok but seriously…. he's crazy good at magic

Uses his powers to do pretty much everything-

Cooking, cleaning, potion brewing, etc.

Loves to use body manipulation to force your body into his so he can cuddle you-

He may not seem like it but he's a big ol softy-

Please kiss him! He needs to be loved on back or else he'll get clingy!

Seo Changbin(Incubus):

NSFW

Please beware of this boy's sex drive! It's way worse than Minho's!

Like not even kidding! Boy can fuck you nonchalantly af while doing anything and not seem bothered!

You on the other hand will most likely be a moaning mess while he's barely paying attention

He can and will fuck you silly without even trying-

That ability is literally in his genes seeing as he's basically a sex demon-

He has a fascination with sex toys but barely uses them as he tends to forget about them easily

Will literally fuck you randomly-

Oh your doing paperwork? Not anymore! Watching tv? Nada! Cooking? Nope!

He's a huge switch but doesn't mind mainly domming if you're not a switch or dom yourself-

SFW

This man is basically a 5 year old in a man's body sometimes-

Like he does some of the dumbest shit you could think of…

Sliding down the stairs on a piece of cardboard after pouring water down them is a prime example-

Even though he's a literal idiot he knows you love him and wouldn't have him any other way.

Majorly cHaOTic-

He tries to act all tough and cool but honestly he's a big ol baby!

Speaking of baby-

Boy loves to be babied as much as possible even if he doesn't admit it.

Like he just loves cuddles and any type of skinship tbh.

Will kiss you when you're unprepared and will laugh at you if you get startled-

May sometimes randomly text you out of pure boredom cause even though he's an incubus, boy still suffers from quarantine boredomitus-

Hwang Hyunjin(Dragon Shifter):

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Ok so...another boy with a breeding kink???!!!(If you request to not have this kink I'll avoid it)

If you're into the breeding kink thing, he will literally fill you up until you're oozing and simply cannot hold anymore of his essence-

No pregnancies though cause….gross...children *shudders in disgust*

Will degrade you until your a crying and whimpering mess for him

Will most likely demand that you beg for his cock-

He's fuckin extra like that. Don't ask me, I don't make the rules. Someone call him up and ask him why tf he's like that.

Sinful moans to the max! He's very vocal during sex!

Like...dirty talk is a must! He says some of the most sinful shit you've ever heard-

I know I mentioned degrading but damn can he praise you to the moon and back as well if you're being a good little girl/boy for him-

Enjoys calling you princess for some reason.

SFW

As a dragon, he hoards "treasures"

Which means everything shiny in your house is getting tucked away into his nest of blankets, pillows and covers.

Boy can breathe fire so he does little tricks with his fire breath for you

Make sure you tell him how talented he is or he'll get cranky

He's a sassy little shit!!!!!! Sdhkedjalwld!!!!!!!!

Teases you just to see you get upset

Since he's a dragon he can regulate his body heat so when it's cold he's basically your personal heater. 🤗

Han Jisung(Tengu):

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Bird boi is at max horniness all the time tbh.

Most of the time,since he's part crow, he will make a nest in the bed with covers and pillows before fucking you???

Don't judge him, he's born like that-

He can and will use his wings to distract you

If your successfully distracted he will pounce on you as if he were part cat instead of bird-

He likes missionary or doggy style if his wings are out so that it doesn't hurt or strain them.

He's a cocky little shit tbh-

Says some of the crudest shit just to get you flustered. He has no censor and he just keeps on goin-

Will thrust into you with no mercy because he knows his baby can take it and will use the safe word if it gets to be too much.

Does not hold back on the kinks! He will try anything at least once!

Unless its bdsm while his wings are out cause that's dangerous-

SFW

He too like Hyunjin, likes to steal your shiny objects such as jewelry and such.

It's not his fault tbh, it's purely his genetics

And in all fairness, he desperately tries not to but his genes always get the best of him-

He likes to watch you dance. He doesn't quite know why, it's just really hypnotic

Has tried to befriend birds at the park before-

Didn't work. They just flew away from him like they do normal people-

Speaking of birds, he once almost lost his shit when he saw someone throw breadcrumbs on the ground and damn near threw himself to the floor to get to them-

He's lowkey a dumbass tbh. Smh-

Lee Felix(Vampire):

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Major blood kink-

Like his dick will get 10× harder at the scent of your blood.

Being a vampire, he finds it hard to control himself around you if you start to bleed.

Will suck hickies onto your skin before, during and after sex-

He just likes the teasing temptation to bite you as he can taste the blood buildup under your skin

Will sink his teeth in your neck, wrists and thighs without so much of a second thought-

Would honestly love it if you pulled his hair while he drinks from your thighs

And then would totally eat you out as if he were starving right after feeding of you-

And honestly, he's damn good with his tongue!

Also, boy has a deep ass voice!

And if you can get off from it, he'll use it against you for sure-

SFW

Since he's a vampire, he likes to use his super speed to scare the fuck outta you

Like you'd be doin something and outta nowhere he'd pop up right in front of you-

Queue girly startled scream from you~

He'd laugh at you after cause he finds it hilarious.

He gets kinda clingy but his skin is cold so make sure you wear warm clothes when cuddling him

Speaking of cuddles-

It happens everywhere and all the time

His duality is like a light switch btw

One second he's all giggly and happy and the next he's all serious and deep voiced-....

Won't let you leave the house at night...like at all

Will most likely hunt you down if you happen to sneak past him and actually make it outside-

Kim Seungmin(Merman Shifter):

NSFW

Has a corruption kink

Choking kink to the max

Literally will eat you out in the water

Enjoys seeing you squirm

Forced submission is his domain

Will act bratty and deny you everything until you’re so worked up that you end up begging

He likes testing your limits and will push until he sees fit (with consent ofc-)

Switches between a hard and a soft dom just to confuse you

Will smile innocently as he watches you squirm, as if it wasn’t his fault because it’s not-

Literally the god of edging and orgasm denial

Is more of a lazy dom, he’ll be laying down while you suck him off as he fingers you open slowly

Can be on bottom or top, but he’s the one in control unless said otherwise

He likes it when you suck on his fingers without him having to tell you to

Will 10/10 take advantage of you if you waltz in drunk (would have to be discussed beforehand)

SFW

Literally will cling to you 24/7

You’ll walk in on him half asleep in the tub in the middle of a bubble bath at midnight

Will accidentally flood your kitchen sink because “there needs to be more water in the house”

Constantly needs to consume or be submerged in water or else he’ll get sleepy

He eats a lot of Tic-Tacs- like, a lot

Enjoys blowing up bubblegum and always has some with him

He goes crazy for bubbles so blow some with him

Likes to dance with you randomly to whatever song is playing

He enjoys planning surprise dates!

Ice cream fanatic- he goes crazy for that, it’s a wonder why he isn’t broke yet

Actually worries a lot about you and will constantly baby you

Likes to listen to soft classical music when he’s sleeping

Loves to prank you and then cuddle you afterwards because he needs attention-

Yang Jeongin(Angel):

NSFW

Boy has an oppa kink for sure-

Call him oppa, he gets a kick out of it

As an angel he has a softer way of turning you into a whining mess than the rest.

Much like Jisung, he will use his wings to distract you but will be more subtle about it-

Please say everything and anything that's unholy. He will get a kick outta that too-

Likes to please more than to be pleased

Like….sit on his face and he will go at it for hours baby-

He will honestly love to be subbed and put into his place

BUT

When he doms you, you best believe that you're in for a ride

He enjoys bdsm quite a bit. Maybe a little too much.

Like, as long as his wings are tucked in, please tie him up

And if he's dom he'll waste no time in making sure that your arms and legs are tied/cuffed to the bed posts.

Also has a sensory deprivation kink along with overstimulation-

SFW

He LOVES to be babied tbh

Like please watch disney movies with this moron

Enjoys sweets a little bit too much-

Can actually cook pretty decently so you know for sure you won't be going hungry-

Can and will sing you to sleep cause he knows he has a beautiful voice

Sassy and conceded little shit-

When bored, he will bug you for hours on end until you entertain him

Please give him extra love and affection cause he will die on the spot if you refuse to-

He's really silly and extra so be prepared for multiple surprises around the house

Like sticky notes on the fridge or counter saying "I love you" and "I may be an angel but you're my saviour" and other cheesy shit like that-

Ok but....how the hell did this also turn in a headcannons post????

Anyways enjoy and choose wisely! Remember that you can pick more than one member but if you could kindly keep the max to 3 that's be helpful-

Have fun and don't be shy to dm or ask me anything, my lovelies!!!

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twiststreet · 3 years

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Question part! What do you think of Urasawa? I love his works because he constructs an entire world and has fully flesged out characters who drive the action through personal motivations. He can make some missteps story wise, but his stories feel like worlds you can fully live in. Just curious what your take on him is....

I wrote a whole career survey of Naoki Urasawa back in 2004-- nothing that’d age well or was worth reading, but that was before he was licensed in the US so I was just reading scanlations off of IRC (this was just at the cusp of Bittorrent if I remember right-- like, Youtube was a year old? My failure to buy Bitcoin cheap was years ahead of me...). He’d just started Pluto I think, and 20th Century Boys was at, I think, 15-17 volumes in. I remember what I wrote being kinda lousy but if I ever collect a best of, and tune it up and put together some kinda director’s cut, I guess I’d include that in there (it’d take a lot of tuning up!)... I was always proud of being ahead of the curve on the guy, though, and he’s one of my guys, because I like his work but also just for having had that experience.

I think people in the US have a very distorted picture of Urasawa though-- partly, at his design!-- because they haven’t brought over all his work, so things like Happy or Yawara, his comedic work, hasn’t been seen. I think that’s at his request...? (I hadn’t seen Master Keaton in 2004 or that Pineapple Army one, but I don’t really rank Master Keaton high anyways-- that’s not my book for him). (The bigger problem being where the hell is Billy Bat? I didn’t scanlate that out of respect, and because back when it started, I wanted to have a shared experience of it when it came out in the US with other US fans that I didn’t get to have with his other work. But maybe I’ll cut out that respect shit later this year because boy do I ever not want to share experiences with US fans anymore-- jesus). Anyways, not that I’m saying that Happy or Yawara changes the picture considerably but that... Urasawa to me’s a mass audience entertainer, he’s like a Stephen King type guy, or a Spielberg or something, more than some artiste, and I think only seeing him in thriller-mode in the U.S. just doesn’t present the full picture of the guy, his bedrock desire to just entertain a reader in any/every way possible to him.

That and I think how Urasawa was received was badly distorted by his breakthrough in the US work being Pluto. Because it was the closest to an Ultimate-style superhero comic. And it’s a nice book, but I wish it had been 20th Century Boys instead. So many people seem to believe there’s this value in “reinventing” or “Rebooting” or whatever, I saw Pluto cited in some discussions of books that were just rebooting stupid trash, that they miss that there’s a difference: Urasawa did a reboot when he was at the peak of his career from his own work, paying homage to Tezuka, who was a peak creator-- it’s two top creators having a conversation with each other. It wasn’t just that he was in an industry that was like “well, we need ___ number of Astro Boy SKU’s” and was incapable of creating a Monster, a 20th Century Boys, a Yawara, etc., or a career that varied or full or prolific. Boring Reboot XYZ is usually missing that conversation quality...

But overall, you know: I think Monster’s a mess but an enjoyable one; I liked Happy more than other people though it’s, you know, not essential comics; I like Pluto but I don’t like it as much as other critics because I get my back up about how they rep the “wrong” Urasawa pick; I had a nice time with Sneeze (and that comic about the little girl he just did-- that one I read the first volume of on scanlations actually come to think of it), though it’s all minor, minor key stuff; and for me, I think his essential work is 20th Century Boys. The problem with 20th Century Boys, maybe the same problem to Monster (though I think Monster is easily the less interesting of the two) is it just goes on so long that its strengths get lost in the pornography of its plot, all those apocalypses, all that rushing around into and out of virtual reality flashbacks, he gets undercut by how prolific he is (which is a weird thing to say when you’re 600 chapters into One Piece but), but...

At its core, 20th Century Boys is a kind of story that I get very excited about which is the guy who has succeeded as an entertainer kind of turning back and going “I don’t know if I feel good about all the time I spent consuming this entertainment even though I love it.” I always see a continuity to the stuff I like, like Kojima or Kill Bill (I’ve been thinking a lot about Kill Bill lately on my commute), so maybe it’s all in my head. But... 20th Century Boys, as the title suggests, is very much Urasawa going “being a kid and having this pop culture, we ended up pretty screwed up, huh?” There’s even that wonderful scene where the bad guy builds his own Gundam or whatever it is, and it’s all paper mache and run down and kinda sad.

And you know, I think the story is really about, if you don’t let that stuff go, it’s going to be the end of the world... It’s not subtle! It’s very much a “maybe this shit isn’t healthy to keep in your head too long” work (and I imagine that stuff lands harder in Japan with the stuff they’ve had to work through-- they’re ahead of the curve than we are with people just checking out and going to live in fictional spaces)(we’re not headed the right way, though, and god only knows what that looks like post-COVID... no guesses there... I miss the world but when it comes back, how long before the “don’t take just sitting in a bar for granted” wears off? This was the third act of Judd Apatow’s Funny People, the massively un-entertaining portion when Sandler gets better, the part where the girl I was with just kept saying “I don’t like this” out loud over and over in a crowded theater, to I’m sure the delight of many people around us, who shared her sentiments).

But until it winds its way to finding a reconciliation, and saying, “you know, it meant something to hear that rock music in that moment, and that feeling was what mattered” at the end. (I’m talking off my ass here, I don’t really remember it 1000% clearly, that’s just how i remember that end, how it ends... I remember not LOVING the end at the time I read it, but that was one that kind of worked better as I (a) forgot it and (b) sat with it...) (That hasn’t happened with Monster though... I still don’t really love the end of Monster...).

I don’t know-- I’ve lost track of what I’m saying. Anyways: I like Urasawa. I like when he just draws talking head stuff-- seeing him do that was a *BIG DEAL* for me in 2004. That was something that’s still a big deal for me. I don’t think I knew you could do that, really, you could just make a comic of two guys talking and talking and talking, and have it be riveting, as much as when I watched him do that back then. (He moves his “camera” in such careful ways, and he’s never just doing lazy ass wide screen or repeating panels like that Mark Bagley Venom thing that went around-- it’s always a varied layout but he’ll vary the angle from 3/4ths to profiles to head on shots, and change the panel shapes to themselves reflect the emotions of what’s being said and so on and so on and so on). (He talks in his master class about making sure the gutters horizontally are smaller than the ones vertically, so the reader instinctually knows to read a row before skipping to the next row...?). I read like all of Monster while I was super-sick with a head cold and could barely move, and it was one of the best “comic experiences” of my life so (which puts it above stubbing my toe and below a sandwich I ate once from Subway)... So yeah, I feel strongly about the guy. I just think of him biographically at this point. Good? Bad? Finding out about Urasawa was part of my life.

#Worst Hobby or Worstest Hobby?

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thewritingstar · 4 years

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Pretty Sparks: Greens oneshot

Pairing: Buttercup and Butch (Greens)

Fandom: Powerpuff Girls

My first fic for the greens and I’m going to self indulge cause I want something like this to happen for them. The rough around the edges are actually softies.

Enjoy!!

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The skate park was empty, which would make sense since it was 2 am on a Saturday night or well, morning.

She grunted as she landed and pushed herself against the rail of the skate parks small gate. He followed behind her landing just as gracefully and slumping alongside her.

“Dances are stupid.” He said and he tried to lighten the mood. Even after that dreaded thing they called homecoming, he couldn’t believe she left one comment get to her.

“Buttercup in a dress? Never thought I’d see the day, well she isn’t the pretty one but it’s great that you tried.” Princess sneered.

“Yeah, their stupid alright.” And he thought it was directed towards something other than the dance.

The sight of seeing Buttercups fist tighten and then release was odd. It was Princess so she should have no problem slamming her facing into a brick wall, but she didn’t.

Butch was waiting for his “date” to explode on her but instead Buttercup turned around and went back to their group of friends and ignored her. He thought she looked fine in her short black dress. He didn’t see the big deal and she had a killer body to fill it anyways.

But apparently not everyone, Buttercup, was that convinced. They ditched after a few minutes once she couldn’t stand the stares and gossip. They thought they could whisper but the super hearing she was blessed with was now a sick joke.

He had heard it too but followed her out instead of doing something to those stupid fucking girls that follow Princess around like lost dogs.

And now they were here.

“Listen B, fuck those girls. You’re Buttercup. The Fucking toughest fighter, who gives a shit what they think?” He said but the energy was unmatched.

She was silent. Head full of thoughts and toying with her fingers.

“Buttercup, please do not tell me you are hung up on the petty comment.” He said blankly. “It was Princess. She literally hates you.”

She said nothing but looked down, ashamed at herself

“Oh my god.” He laughed again. “Did you and Bubbles switch bodies when I wasn’t looking? Since when do you care what others think?”

Her lip twitched and in that moment the silence shifted.

“Oh.” His lips turned to a frown. “That did get to you huh?”

“It’s not that I don’t think I’m pretty.” She huffed. Her body slouched against the rail and her head went down before she looked up towards the sky. “I just don’t really feel pretty.”

He gave her a questionable look. “So you know you’re hot but you don’t feel it? Weird. Like I know I’m a hot piece of ass.”

She raised her eyebrows fast at the comment and put a hand thrown her hair.

“Yeah well you’re siblings aren’t two of the most sought after girls in the world. Long flowing hair and perfect smiles. I’m just the brawn, the muscles. Ha, most people think I’m a boy.” She rolled her eyes. “Not even me in this stupid dress can convince them.” She fluffed up the bottom angrily.

He wanted to laugh at her joke but the look on her face said other wise. He’s seen her mad, borderline raging with blood on her face and throat going dry from a scream. He knows the face of focus, eyes draw narrow and tight lips and he’s even seen her break out into a loud cackle and snort milk up her nose. He’s seen it all.

But this.

This look was one not in his Buttercup Pokédex. Her eyes held nothing, just sadness like a dog wet from the rain. Her cheeks were puffed out, red but not with anger, more like bitterness. Her stance was fragile and timid and if you were to poke her, she might just break. Everything he thought he knew about her vanished in front of him. A new and insecure side of her, he had never seen.

He hated it. He hated that she could just lose herself like that. That the the crown she wears on her head could be taken easily and snapped in half. She was a bad ass. he wanted to see the fire and the sparks that ignited her. He wanted to see her bold and dark side, not this wimpy mess of a girl. He knew her better than that. She was better than that.

She shouldn't have to feel less than towards her sisters. No. He knew she was the best one. The way she flies across the sky or delivers a soul sucking punch, that was the Buttercup he loved to see.

Loved? No, he enjoyed seeing her like that. Yeah.

Her shoulders shook from the cold and she cursed under her breath for not bringing her jacket. Without hesitation, he shrugged off his suits jacket and placed it over her shoulders. His fingers lightly feathered over her bare shoulders and his hands came to the collar of the jacket.

She shouldn’t doubt her beauty.

“I don’t think you should compare yourself to your sisters.” He spoke.

Was he sweating???

“Look your sisters may be pretty and nice and all but you.” He lightly punch her shoulder. “You have this fire and determination. This power that just oozes out of you and commands everyone to look your way whether you notice or not.”

His eyes focused on a near by tree as he bit his lip. “You have this killer smile and boss attitude, and hey you’re hot as fuck.” He laughed that one off.

He turned towards her to see if he helped but he was met with a wide eyed Buttercup. Her mouth was slightly parted and her puffed out cheeks had become dusted with pink.

“And I think you look great in that dress. You don’t always have to dress up to put bitches in their place.”

Her eyes had soften and goosebumps coated his arms. He didn’t understand why she couldn’t see herself like how he saw her. Strong, powerful, bad ass, beautiful-

Oh.

And he realized what he had done. That swelling feeling in his chest had plummeted through the roof and he felt the pace quicken up faster than what he thought was humanly possible.

“Sometimes I like these things.” She said softly.

His dark green eyes mimicked her bright one and he couldn’t stop himself from brushing an piece of hair from her cheek.

“Sometimes I want to be pretty.” She took a step towards him, their eyes never leaving the others.

He swallowed hard and he didn’t realize how delicate and soft she looked now. She didn’t know why she looked like she was glowing or why he was sweaty and wanted to hold her close.

He slowly touched her hand and she let him.

“And maybe you don’t feel pretty but-“ he leaned in, closer than they have ever been before. His eyes looked into hers, searching for an answer making sure that what he was doing wasn’t a mistake.

She nodded.

“You’re beautiful.” He leaned closers to her as he was a head taller. She was right there and he had nothing more to lose.

His lips fell to hers and he couldn’t explain it but there was a spark, an energy that passed through them. Sure he’s kissed other girls before but this, this was different. It was natural and fresh. Something he wanted.

His lips turned to a smile as she threw her hands around his neck and came closer to him, digging her hands into his mess of black hair. His own hands found her waist and he never wanted to let her go.

But a part of his deep inside questioned all of this. Could he really love-no that was stupid. He might have been born for evil intentions but he had human emotions. He knew it.

On the other hand, this was his best friend. The one who he could joke with like no one else. The one who can take a punch and throw it harder back to him. They were two puzzle pieces that had finally found where they fit.

And he decided together was the best spot. They always say opposties attrct but she was his idea of perfection and who would give up pefection for something else?

Her lips were soft against his own and even though she was made of spice, he wondered if perhaps the univserve had made a mistake because he was getting a suagr high from her alone.

They pulled away, their breath visable in the cold between them and when he looked at her, slightly panting, her eyes were wide and she shook her head lightly before they both let out a small laugh.

He rested his forehead against hers. “BC, what are we doing?” He said breathlessly and she only blew up her bangs before biting her lips.

“I think you were going to kiss me again.” Her hands found their way into his hair as he kissed her again.

Their first kiss was soft and sweet but this one held a flame they both craved. It was egar and desperate, they both knew what they wanted but now that the understood the other, it was like a full throttle.

She had forgotten how cold it was as her body became kissed with flames. She felt cold metal press under her thigh as she realized he had lifted her up and set her ontop of the rail, settled in between her thighs so now she was the one leaning down.

Her hands kept around his neck as he had one around her waist and the other on the bar, she wasn’t scared that he would drop her, it was only a three foot gate anyways. Her head tilted to feed into the kiss and she swore she had become captivated by his cologne.

Buttercup had long forgotten about the comment Princess made. He was right to say not to compare herself because she was pretty. He made her feel beautiful and made her feel like how she wanted too. Even in her sneakers and tee shirts, hair dripping with sweat or blood coating her knuckles, she felt confident and dare she say cute when she was around him.

She didn’t realize it until now but Butch treated her differently than others. Never the delicate girl or went easy on her, no he knew she could play rough and encouraged her best.

They say opposites attract but right now she never felt more connected to someone and that’s how she liked it.

And for him, he found her captivating as well. Being able to joke around and be gross and have cruel humor but she always laughed, egged him on, saw the light when most people only gave him the darkness.

They pulled away, more breathless than before and practically panting. Her lips felt bruised and used but she enjoyed it as she saw his own darkened lips which made her semi proud. She could imagine Blossom now, finding out that she had just kissed an enemy to them. Not even Bubbles had been as close to her counterpart...yet and Blossom could barely be in the same room as any of them.

It felt wrong but burned with passion on the other hand. She felt like she was doing something unforgivable, maybe she was. But she didn’t care.

She looked at him, his eyes were on the floor as he caught his breath. She stared at him intently, he wasn’t all that bad. And maybe she wasn’t all that good, after all, she was spice. Every one in awhile, she needed a little heat.

Maybe people could change, no they certainly can. Because her view on herself had shifted when she saw him on the first day of school. In that moment she knew he was always meant to be near her, as friends, or possibly more.

“Damn.” He said and looked back at her. “That’s some good shit right there.” He winked and she lightly punched his arm.

“Not to bad yourself.” She laughed.

The moon in the sky was now as high as possible and she felt the dread of having to leave. He saw her mood change instantly and he also knew she had to saw goodbye.

She slipped down from the rail, dusting down her dress and making sure she didn’t look like she had gotten caught up in a trap. The jacket was slid off her shoulders as she handed it back to him slowly. The cold air hit her skin and she wished it was on again.

A small frown appeared as he saw the black jacket being handed over.

“My sisters.” She said and he nodded, no one needed to know.

“Yeah. Guess I’ll see you Monday?” And she gave him a small smiled before turning and walking out the gate.

He watched as she walked, just reaching the edge of the entrance before stopping. She turned on her heel and soon she was in his face again before plastering a wet kiss on his lips quickly. She pulled away and a giant smile broke out on his face.

“Thank you.” She said quickly. “For saying those things.”

“What? That you’re beautiful?” He smirked.

“Um. Yeah.” Shy Buttercup, added to the Buttercup Pokédex.

He laughed a little before kissing her cheek softly, she never thought he could be so gentle. “I may be a thief and an occasional villain, but I’m no liar when it comes to precious things.” He winked and her cheeks went up into flames.

“Uh haha, yeah.” She smiled. “Um I should go.” She pointed behind her and took off with her green streak gracing the sky.

He watched as she left and his super hearing picked up a feathery giggle that came from her lips. Giggling school girl Buttercup has been added to the Pokédex.

A low whistle left his lips as he slapped his jacket over his shoulder and walked out of the park and towards his place.

He didn’t even notice that his smiled never left his face until he entered the house to see Boomer passed out of the sofa and Brick sitting in a chair drinking milk.

“The fuck are you so happy about?” Brick asked as Butch just waltzed to his room without even responding, he just hummed lightly before shutting the door and collapsing onto his bed.

“I’m fucking whipped.” He whispered to himself before the weight of sleep crashed onto him like a semi truck. The only thing he could think of was how pretty a black hair girl with bright beaming green eyes looked. And how much better she tasted.

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