#and it's my mission to help him see it too

[suashii]

— 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 ౨ৎ

boothill x f!reader. 2k wc. ﾉ non-canon compliant ﾉ sfw ﾉ some vaguely suggestive bits ﾉ farmhand!boothill ﾉ flirty teasing ﾉ pet names ( darlin', princess, honey, sweetheart. . . i went crazy @.@ )

my comeback to writing for hsr! first time writing for boothill so pls don't be too tough on me :3 hope u like ! !

the new farmhand at your grandfather’s ranch is trouble.

he shouldn’t be, not with the way your grandpa speaks so highly of him—he’s exactly the kind of help this place needed, he tells you. starts on time, is thorough in his work, and takes good care of all that your grandfather holds dear. you should love him simply for that—taking a weight off the old man’s shoulders and putting his heart at ease—but you’ve seen an entirely different side of the so-called saint.

ever since you arrived at the ranch a few days ago, the one called boothill has been a pain in your neck. it took nothing more than you stepping out of your car for him to label you that city girl, the “little lady” who looks like she’s never stepped foot in mud a day in her life.

from that moment onward, it’s been nothing but sly remarks at your expense. you don’t miss the chuckles he makes no effort to hide as you refamiliarize yourself with the animals and get used to the scent of hay and manure. his not-so-subtle smirks when you’re simply passing by have been the most irking. your mere presence is seemingly a joke to boothill.

you’ve made it your mission to steer clear of the man but the task is proving to be difficult. the fact that he’s now living in what you used to know as one of the guest bedrooms coupled with your grandpa’s oblivious albeit innocent nature seems to be enough to throw a wrench in that plan of yours. 

your trip here was meant to be a relaxing getaway from the hustle and bustle of city life but you’ve only taken on a new role as boothill’s personal assistant if the tray with two glasses of lemonade is any indication. if it were up to you, you’d be enjoying a peaceful breakfast without worrying about the man bothering you but it’s just your luck that your grandfather caught you before you could make the meal, politely asking you to deliver a cold beverage to boothill who has been working since the sun rose over the horizon.

luckily for the farmhand, you can’t say no to your grandpa.

that’s how you find yourself wandering the grounds in your satin pajama set and the boots your grandpa prepared for your arrival. your legs move in muscle memory as you navigate the vast stretch of land in search of boothill. thankfully, you don’t have to go much farther, catching sight of the man at the entrance of the barn.

he’s gone for a simple look today—a white t-shirt and jeans paired with the dirtied boots you haven’t gone a day without seeing him in. his shirt is already stained and is darker around the neckline, dampened with sweat. he’s made an effort to tie back his black and white strands of hair, though, a few of the shorter ones have escaped and frame his face. the hat you’ve grown accustomed to seeing him in, strangely, isn’t sitting atop his head.

he must see you approaching out of the corner of his eye because he turns to face you, an immediate grin taking over his lips. it makes you grip the tray tighter.

he looks you up and down as he pulls off his gloves, stuffing both in his back pocket. when gray eyes settle on yours, he tells you, “nice get up.”

you roll your eyes because you saw a comment like that coming. everything you do down to the way you dress is scrutinized when it comes to him. even though you’ve only been here a short while, you’ve come to expect this kind of behavior from boothill.

he huffs out a laugh at your reaction before his gaze falls to the tray in your hands and the glasses that sit on it. “that for me, darlin’?”

against your will, your heart jumps in your chest. that, you haven’t grown accustomed to. you’re not sure you’ll ever get used to him throwing around pet names at you like it’s nothing, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to him. it’s easier to blame the heat blooming in your cheeks on the sun’s beaming rays rather than boothill’s sweet talking.

you hold the tray out to him, hoping the effect of his words isn’t visible on your face. “courtesy of grandpa.” you can’t have him thinking this gesture was born from the kindness of your heart. his teasing would be merciless then.

“of course,” he drawls, grabbing one of the glasses and swallowing a few gulps. the shine of the lemonade is left on his lips when they pull away from the brim, his tongue poking out from between them to lick up the lingering drops. your eyes remain on his lips longer than they should, long enough to see them curl up into that annoyingly handsome smile. “little miss city girl wouldn’t be caught dead out here on her own accord.”

he can only stay charming for so long. “did you miss the whole part when my grandpa told you i grew up here?”

“no, no, i caught that.” he takes another sip of his drink. “it’s just that you strike me as the type who spent more time riding the horses than cleaning up after ‘em.”

you keep quiet and nurse your glass of lemonade because the only other option besides lying is telling him that he’s right. in your defense, what ten-year-old wants to spend their summer hauling hay and shoveling up horse crap?

“look,” you start, “i’m not some delicate glass figure who can’t get her hands dirty. i’m perfectly capable of helping out.”

boothill raises his eyebrows, a glint of humor sparkling in his steel irises. you know the look of a challenge when you see it and it almost makes you regret trying to defend yourself. “oh yeah? then the princess wouldn’t mind lending me a hand?”

“i wouldn’t,” you tell him. contrary to your statement, you really don’t want to spend more time with him than necessary, even if that means proving a point and settling some stupid argument. your mind races to find a believable excuse that’ll let you off the hook. “but i’m barely dressed to do any work. another time, maybe.”

he waves his hand in dismissal. “don’t worry, darlin’. what i’ve got in mind ain’t much work and won’t steal too much of your time.”

you nervously chew your cheek as boothill takes the tray that’s tucked under your arm, setting the now empty glasses on it and finding a place for them to rest. he nods his head in the direction he wants you to follow and, reluctantly, you do just that. he casts a glance over his shoulder to look at you. “just help me get this hay inside the barn, will ya?”

the job seems easy enough, a surprisingly straightforward request from boothill who seems to derive pleasure from giving you a hard time. too easy, you think to yourself as he heaves one of the rectangular bales of hay from the top of the stack. the task looks effortless when he does it, a short grunt being the only suggestion of exertion on his end.

he disappears into the red building and you take his temporary departure as an opportunity to pick up a bale of your own. you grab a hold of the twine keeping the hay in its shape and immediately grimace at the way the fodder pokes and prods at your palms. you’re tempted to let go and step away but you have a point to prove and plan on doing so. with a groan, you lift the bale, or at least try to. it’s heavier than you expect it to be and the scratching against your exposed legs is uncomfortable, sure to get worse with the distance you’re meant to walk.

you’re about to drop the bale back in place when a pair of arms reach around you, calloused hands joining yours to carry the collection of hay. boothill’s unexpected presence catches you off guard and the proximity of his mouth to your ear makes your breath catch in your throat. “having a bit of trouble, love?”

love? your skin prickles with goosebumps at yet another pet name. this time, it’s more difficult to blame the heat running beneath your skin on the sun. it takes a moment for you to find your voice and when you do, the ones you manage to get out refute his claim. “i’m not. i told you i wasn’t dressed for this.”

he snorts at your reply as though he can see right through the flimsy excuse. ��right, well, you’re in my way, so why don’t i help you with this one?”

before you can protest, boothill is on his way, dragging you along with him. your steps match his, his bigger boots trailing behind yours as the two of you walk the path to the growing supply he likely started before you interrupted. you’re released from your place between the bale and boothill when he drops it on top of the other.

you’re free to make a move, to slip away from the charged air and reclaim your personal space. instead of doing so, you simply turn around to face him. you’re met with his broad chest before you tip your head up to meet his eye. “i could have done that on my own.”

“i’m sure you could have,” he says, but the smile pulling at his lips tells another story. he reaches behind him with one hand to pull the gloves from his pockets, waving them between you as an offer. “these might help.”

you happily take the gloves as he takes his leave, slipping your hands into the protective gear. they’re larger than you need and there’s extra space in them but you don’t mind, not if they’ll help you show boothill that you refuse to be reduced to some city girl.

and they do help, at least with shielding your hands from the unpleasant sensation of hay against them. the bales are just as heavy and just as awkward to haul but you’re able to get the job done, nonetheless. for every one you carry, boothill lugs two more past you. his familiarity with the job means the two of you are finished one within a reasonable amount of time. 

you drop the final bale with the rest, a relieved sigh pushing past your lips at a job well done. boothill stands off to the side and whistles as you snatch the gloves off, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand. “well, would you look at that.”

“surprised?” you ask, tossing his gloves back at him.

“honey, anyone can hoist some hay.” he catches the gloves with ease, stuffing them back in his pocket. you’re almost offended at how easily he dismisses your efforts but you don’t have time to let the annoyance sprout before he’s approaching you, tipping your chin up so that you have no choice but to look at him. “though, i doubt they’d look as pretty as you doing it.”

you can’t tell whether he’s trying to get a rise out of you or if he truly stands by his statement. all you know for sure is that his sugary words and the feel of his skin against your face leave you unmistakably flustered, so much so that you can’t control the erratic beat of your heart and can’t stop the little nagging voice in the back of your head from whispering that you don’t dislike him as much as you let on.

boothill is trouble, but not in the way you thought he would be.

“i have to go.” you knock his hand away and turn on your heel in a rush to get back to the house, far away from boothill.

you can escape the sight of him, the feel of him, but not the sound of him as he yells after you. “see you around, sweetheart!”

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[all-purpose-dish-soap]

31 / 1.7k / soap soulmate au, part 8

...

Peering down into the building from the adjacent rooftop, Soap sees you--his soulmate--through his sniper's scope. You. Here. On the wrong goddamn team again.

He mutters a curse into his radio.

You’re standing guard at your client’s back—a man who coasts under the radar as far as his criminal reputation is concerned, but a smuggler effective and dangerous enough to put him on the CIA’s hitlist. He’s hidden from view. Probably been told to stay away from windows for the night. You're obviously working security, outfitted to the nines as you would be on any job, rifle in hands, scanning the foyer for threats. You're unaware of 141’s snipers setting up on the rooftops outside.

Soap’s eyes darken. He doesn’t deal with internal conflict when he’s working. When things get complicated, he uncomplicates them. Right now, there are three thoughts in his head: 

One--he misses you.

Two--you blew him off to work for this scum.

And three--he needs to get his feet on the ground right now. You'll be lucky if all you get is an earful once he gets his hands on you.

He switches on his radio. "Got eyes on the target. LT, you in position yet?"

"Affirmative. In position," Ghost says, his voice gravelly and cold over the radio from his position on a neighboring rooftop. "Waiting on the signal."

Soap stares you down through his scope. His leather gloves creak and tighten around the handle of his rifle. It pisses him off how easy it would be to take the shot. If he were anyone else, you would be dead in moments. 

On the other hand, he could kill your client--your protectee--here and now. To hell with the mission parameters. It would be easy.

He sighs, flipping on his radio again. "Permission to infiltrate, Captain? Spotted a friendly inside."

Gaz's voice crackles over the radio instead. "Friendly this time, is she?" His tone makes it clear he’s spotted you too.

"Don't be jealous, Garrick."

"Positively green with envy, mate," Gaz replies, dry and sarcastic. "Too bad she’s not friendlier. Be helpful if you could actually get her to talk this time. Not to mention the other stunt you pulled."

Soap smirks and adjusts his scope to keep you in his sights. "Don't know what you're talkin' about."

Gaz scoffs. "Plausible deniability is for paperwork."

"Aye. Maybe I’ll mention in my next report who tipped me off about her bein' our hostage, too."

There's a beat of static. "Got nothing to say about that."

Then Laswell's voice cuts in. "Kyle has a point. The building is locked down tight and it’s gonna be hard to get a clean shot. If she's with our target's security detail, that’s our ticket inside."

"And if she's not willing to help us out?" Price asks.

"Depends on how persuasive Soap is willing to be."

"I might've picked up a technique or two last time,” Soap says.

The radio crackles as Price takes in a deep breath and sighs it out through his nose. Somehow, he makes it sound stern.

"Intel is intel," Ghost says.

“Failing that, bribery’s always a solid bet for a merc,” Gaz adds. “If they don’t shoot you on sight.”

"Right, then," Price says. "Soap, regroup with Ghost. Prepare to infiltrate. Gaz and I will take overwatch. Ghost, keep on comms. We'll find you the main breaker switch. Soap, I need you to keep things quiet, you hear me? Mission objective is priority. Do not, under any circumstances, be seen."

Soap's blood is already pumping hot. He’s never loved overwatch. He’d rather be close to the action--get his feet on the ground. Get his hands on you. "Copy, Captain. Ghost, I'm aimin' for the north corner. Meet me in five."

…

You mill about at your post, feeling twitchy and unsatisfied. This job is, on first glance, the same as any. Your PMC hired you and a few other mercs out to act as bodyguards for a man with more money than morals, if the size and clientele of this gathering is anything to go by. 

You shift your weight, scanning the overdressed crowd for threats. You wouldn’t hate it if this party were cancelled early.

"Stand up straight," your teammate snaps. "You're working. Act like it."

You scowl, but say nothing.

"Don't make that face at me," he says, bite in his tone. Horangi. Like he’s so patient. He's on just as short a leash as you, and it's pissing him off just as much. The difference is he has the seniority to take it out on you. 

"I don't know how you do this without feeling like a caged animal," you mutter.

His eyes follow a woman in a tight red dress as she passes by. Obviously, he knows what he'd rather be doing.

"A cage with a paycheck," he replies. "Some things you learn to tolerate."

You scan the room again. Your protectee is still here. That's good. You're hoping he takes his sweet time before he goes downstairs to start the so-called afterparty. 

You glance at Horangi again. "You know where the cargo is? Downstairs?"

"Last I heard. I got the east wing of this floor," he says. If the idea of that cargo is bothering him, he hides it well. He’s a good merc and he does what he’s told, like it or not.

You were a good merc, too, up until three weeks ago. Worrying about what rich idiots get up to isn't what you should be doing. You're supposed to keep the client happy. It's not your fault he can’t party without doing illegal shit.

You heave a sigh. "I'm going to check on it."

Horangi’s eyes narrow, flicking to you. "No, you’re not. Stay put."

"Fine. I'm going to the bathroom, then."

"Fine," Horangi snaps. "Go to the bathroom, and make sure you come right back. And don’t talk to anybody."

You walk away, rifle in hand, making your way into the back hall. You pass into the dim sconce light and swear you see something through the enormous glass windows as you walk by them. But there’s nothing there.

The lights flicker once. A beat. Just long enough for you to notice before they even out again. 

You pause at a flicker of movement near the side door up ahead. You have a split second to wonder why there’d be nobody securing the side door before the lights go out.

When you turn and head back for the foyer, you stop short. Down the hall, where you just came from, looms a familiar shape. The white skull on his mask pops out of the shadows. 

You don't make it back to the foyer.

Before you have a chance to react, your body armor is yanked hard from the back. You're pulled backward into an adjacent room and shoved hard against the wall. You expect the bite of steel against your neck or your temple, but it never comes. 

“Quiet, now."

You register Soap's familiar accent before your eyes adjust to the dark. "Johnny?"

"That’s right," he says. He's still got that way of speaking that's almost a purr when he's being quiet.

It suddenly feels like a long time since you’ve felt the heat of his body, pinned tight between him and the wall the way you are. He’s coiled tight, all lithe muscle and restrained strength. His eyes glitter with that wild, predatory look. It’s decidedly dangerous and tantalizing.

"I missed you, darlin'. You're gonna make this simple, aye? I know you can," he says.

You swallow the immediate urge to comply. Holy hell, you forgot what that feels like. "You need to stop greeting me like this," you hiss.

"I'd love nothin' more than to greet you in a different way, but you've got to start makin'  smarter decisions first." He leans all the way in and presses his nose into the crook between your neck and shoulder, nuzzling you in his full tactical gear. 

You muffle a sigh. He makes a quiet, content sound. 

"Besides, I kinda like this way of greetin’ ya. You make this little noise."

The radio on his neck echoes to life. You hear a tinny voice come through, saying something about an objective.

His eyes shut tight as he listens, one hand pressed firmly against the wall beside you. He doesn't back away yet. He's been dreaming of this for too long--laying his head on you and letting the sound of your heartbeat drown out everything else. It just can't fucking happen yet.

You feel, rather than hear, his low, annoyed grumble as he replies. "No, I copy. Just keep your bloody heads on."

You concentrate, trying to make out the voices of his teammates. It sounds like Ghost's voice.

Soap groans, his fingers flexing and gloves squeaking against the wallpaper. “I’ll be there in a minute, LT.”

You shift slightly. "Why are you here?"

A muscle twitches in Soap's jaw, and he pulls back so he can look you in the eye. "Should be askin' you the same thing. You’re on guard detail for a bloody criminal."

"It's a complicated situation."

"Then uncomplicate it."

You open your mouth to reply, but Soap's radio crackles back to life. This time, you can make out the words.

"Target located." Ghost's voice.

"Attaboy." Price. "Get him isolated. Third floor, east windows."

“Won’t be that easy,” Ghost replies. “He’s surrounded by civilians. Security’s thick.”

You tense even as Soap begins to relax. You fist your hand in the collar of his tactical vest, trying not to sound frantic. "Do not kill him. Johnny, listen to me."

Soap's expression turns grim, and he looks down at your fingers. Then he reaches up to cover your hand with his. "I know he's your client, but there's a reason we're here. He smuggles weapons. Big weapons, and not to anyone friendly. Just take it easy and let us clean up."

"No, listen," you snap, pulling him a millimeter closer. "He has the cargo here. It's not weapons. It's people."

...

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / [part 8] / part 9 / part 10

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[teddybeartoji]

lays down and kicks my feet, tell me some thoughts you have about satoru, draws circles on your blog with my finger

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII JAZZ HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII:3333333333 IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU HEREE HEHEHEHHEEE i have a bunch of smaller headcanons for him i hope that's what you were looking for!!!!!!!!

HE DROOLS WHEN HE SLEEPS!!!!!!!! like actually drools. he also snores but the snoring is so fucking cute??????????? i hate him why is everything he does always so perfect?????????? bro can't even fucking drool and snore in a bad way smhhhhhhhhh

HE LOVES WATCHING YOU DO "HARD WORK"!!!!!!!!! and by "hard work" i mean shit like carrying around heavy things and idk putting together furniture or smth lmao. it most definitely turns him on too.......... there's just smth abt your dirty clothes and your sweat and your concentrated face and he loooooves when you tell him that you don't want his help!!! he always offers bc he's a Gentleman like that even though he knows you don't necessarily need it. but the way you just go "no-no, i got it." gets him going!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he wants youu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's bringing you drinks like he's a proper malewife and then proceeds to just admire you while you work lmao.

HE LOVES CALLING YOU!!!!!!!!! calls you over the smallest things. he just wants to talk to you and he wants to hear your voice!!!!!! some of the calls are literally just minute long (and that's only bc he spends 30seconds on saying that he loves you), while some calls are hours long. oh and he absolutely adores if you do the same. he wants you to call and send voice messages!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOSES HIS SOCKS ALL THE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and he steals yours btw. he's constantly going "baaaaaaaabee! have you seen my sock?!" while the said sock is literally sitting on the chair right next to him SMHHH ok but when you show it to him he just turns to you with a dopey smile and gives you a sloppy, haste little kiss, mumbling how he doesn't know what he'd do without you............... i wanna marry him jazz i wanna marry him

LOVES KISSING YOUR TUMMYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's always smiling while doing it too. you could just be lazing on the couch, scrolling on the phone and he's crawling on top of you. he pushes up your shirt just so he can see and feel your skin before pressing light, gentle kisses on you. if you peek at him from under your phone, you'd just find him staring back at you with sparkling eyes.

HE DOESN'T LIKE TEA???????? idk this just feels right okay... don't judge me i am an avid tea drinker so i am upset abt this too. no matter how much honey or sugar you put on it, he's always scrunching his nose at the taste. he is willing to try different ones just for you but i really feel like he's not a fan of any of the flavours. (FLAVOUR???? TEA FLAVOUR???? idk english is weird ok)

(he knows exactly how you like yours though. suguru has taught him how to make good tea, so satoru relishes in making you smile whenever he surprises you with a cup!!!! he knows when you want it too; he's a bit of a mind reader honestly. you sit down on the couch and he's already marching into the kitchen with a mission. it's his love language<33)

SHOWERS EVERY MORNING!!!!!!!!!! i think he loves showering. just overall. it gives him so much energy and it makes him feel so good, so fresh - it's the best way to start his day!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also sings in the shower. or more like yells in the shower. a lot. he's dumb and i love him. and then he always steps out of the bathroom with wet hair and just like a pair of pyjama pants on and he smells so fucking good aaaand it makes you wanna get him all dirty again!!!!! i said what i said.

(he sometimes just leans on the doorframe as he's brushing his teeth and just grins at you knowing full well that you wanna EAT HIMMM)

OKE I THINK I'M GONNA STOP HERE BEFORE I FULLY LOSE IT!!!!!!! BUT WAHHH I LOVE TALKING ABT HIM SOOO SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR DROPPING BY AND THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME JAZZ<333333333333333 I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING AN AMAZING DAY MY LOVEE MWAH MWAH MWAHMWAH!!!!!

#MY BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #HE'S SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BOYFRIEND #SOOOOSO BOYFRIEND #IT'S CRAZY #HE'S LITERALLY A LOVERBOY #LIKE HE'S JUST MEANT TO BE A LOVERBOY #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #my sweet angel #angel boy #jazz <3 #friends!! #mickey is daydreaming #gojo #gojo headcanons #gojo fluff #gojo satoru

[sunflower-lilac42]

✧ 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐩 '𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 || trevor zegras ♔

summary: slip n' slides and professional hockey players? not a fun mix

warnings: fractured shoulder

publish date: 05/18/24

notes: um, here's a little blurb for your late night fic reads. Instagram coming in clutch for these fic ideas fr. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this little whatever this is, and i hope to get my mat fic out soon maybe tomorrow or by the end of the week. i rlly have to go throw my google drive and my notes app to see what i have in there | add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist!

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This wasn’t how this was supposed to happen, her sitting in a hospital room with her arm sporting a sling. Sure, maybe the idea was a little stupid, and playing with professional hockey players also didn’t help. But, what was she supposed to do when she was scrolling on Instagram and saw a video with ‘slip 'n slide hockey’? Not tell her brothers and their friends about it? Not a chance. 

After seeing the video, she immediately brought it up to her brothers who agreed and started calling some of their friends to come to the lake house. She had called Trevor, much to Jack’s annoyance at the reminder of their relationship and Quinn’s distaste for him, and he said he would be there as soon as he could. When all the boys arrived, it was officially ‘mission slip 'n slide hockey’ time.

In hindsight, maybe she should’ve worn pads or just not played at all knowing how rough her brothers get with not only her but with their friends as well. Jack was being Jack, of course. He had gone to go around Trevor when he slipped and knocked into his sister, who then fell and weirdly landed on her shoulder. She didn’t scream, growing up with three rowdy brothers gave her more pride than she probably would’ve liked sometimes. 

She just laid there, staring at the sky with her right arm across her chest and her left one lying by her side. It took everyone a little bit to realize, and it was only when they saw Quinn kneeling next to her that they did. 

Quinn looked down at her, placing a hand on her shoulder, “You okay?”

She nodded, looking a little dazed as her eyes glassed over in pain, “Mhm.”

“Y/n/n come on, move your arm for me.”

She lifted her left arm and then dropped it, “See, I’m fine.”

He gave her a look, “Your other arm.”

And she was prepared to do it, except when she tried, she couldn’t and teared up more. Quinn sighed before waving Trevor over, “Come on, let’s go to the hospital.”

“I’m fine.”

Trevor’s head came into her sight, his hair flopping and framing his face, “Let’s go, princess.”

She smiled up at him, “Pretty.”

He laughed before helping her stand up, having her lean on him for support. Jack came up and spewed apologies from his mouth as they walked to the car, “It’s okay, Jack. I’m fine.”

He shook his head and sat on one side while Trevor sat on the other and Luke got into the passenger seat as Quinn drove them to the hospital. And that’s how they ended up here, y/n sitting on a hospital bed with her arm in a sling due to her fractured shoulder. Trevor sat on the bed next to her while Quinn called their mom and Luke and Jack sat on the chairs in front of them. 

She leaned her head against her boyfriend’s shoulder, “Ugh how am I supposed to work now?”

“You don’t have to work, y/n/n. Your boyfriend is rich.”

Y/n sent her younger brother a glare before closing her eyes again, “Do you think they could give me drugs for my head?”

Jack shook his head at her choice of words before standing up, “I’ll go find a doctor. Maybe you got a concussion too, though they didn’t say anything.” He kissed her head before leaving to find a doctor, or a nurse at the very least. Luke followed after him, protesting being stuck in a room with the two of them. 

Trevor pushed a piece of her hair out of her face before kissing her temple, “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? Besides the headache now?”

She nodded a little, wrapping her left arm around his right one, “Yeah.”

He gave her a small smile, “You know Luke wasn’t totally wrong. You don’t have to work.”

She went to hit him but he laughed and held up a hand, “I know, I know. You love your job, I wouldn’t take that away from you, lovely.”

“Good.”

The two sat in silence for a little while and then she spoke once more, “Cuddles when we get back?”

“Of course, my baby fractured her shoulder. Got to give her all the princess treatment in the world.”

“Dork.”

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[slackerlifewhere]

In defense of Ron Molan

Since I already wrote a post about Deruth, I'm going to make one for Ron as well because I'm absolutely confused why some readers hate him too.

Fair warning once again, if you haven't read or finished the first volume of TCF, please be prepared for SPOILERS. Thanks!

So...this is going to be a long post too. Be prepared lmao

Isekai and Abandonment

Like with Deruth, the most common thing some readers hate about Ron, is how he abandoned OG Cale and didn't seem to notice a difference when Cale and Kim Rok Soo got swapped.

Like I mentioned in my post about Deruth, please put yourself in their shoes before criticizing or hating them. Imagine this.

You noticed that a friend or family of yours, someone who you know for how many years, suddenly changed. The changes aren't obvious. There are some parts of their personality that are still them and some that have changed. What would you first think?

Transmigration? Long lost twin? Clone? Possession? No. The first thing you'll probably think is they have a problem that they can't tell you or maybe they just want to change. You'll be confused but you won't think too much about it. It happened but what are you gonna do about it? Ask them? And if they don't tell you why, would you push for it? Maybe you'll continue to watch and see if you'll find something incriminating but it won't ever answer your questions unless the other person talks.

So is Ron at fault for not noticing this after serving OG Cale since he was a baby (and changed his diapers lmao)?

Yes and no.

He should've asked Cale, former KRS, more about the topic. He should've pushed because he's an assassin. It's his job to know more. But he didn't push because there is some truth to Cale's first impression of Ron.

He cares for OG Cale but it's not enough for him to leave behind his thirst for revenge and completing his goals. And in all honesty, I find it logical for him to leave OG Cale to join Choi Han in TBoaH.

He lost his whole family to Arm, with only Beacrox as his reminder of what he lost. He was accepted as a butler for the Henituse family but that doesn't mean he forgot his past as an assassin. He'll always be an assassin and he'll leave behind whatever attachments he has depending on how useful that attachment is.

He only stayed in TCF because OG Cale was replaced with Kim Rok Soo. He was intrigued but not enough to completely leave his mission. It only changed when Cale got angry when he lost his arm and helped him gain a new one. He now owes Cale a debt.

Before, he owes the Henituse family a debt because they gave him a place where he and his son can hide in. He repaid that by being their butler and possible protector from other assassins or danger (tbh I dunno if they know he's an assassin). Still, his mind is focused on any opportunity to find and kill the organization that ruined his life. So it was easy for him to leave when he first noticed the connection Choi Han has with Arm.

Saying he abandoned Cale because he doesn't care is not completely wrong but it's also not completely right. He has layers. (Like Shrek and his onion lmao)

Lemon tea and Scary butlers

Another reason why some readers don't like Ron is, funnily enough, because of the lemon tea that he keeps giving Cale. And because he scares Cale.

Lemon tea? Seriously?

Some say Cale hates it and Ron keeps giving the drink. They say it shows that he doesn't care about his master and that he disrespects him. And yet, here I am just finding this absolutely hilarious.

Personally, I don't like tea so I understand why Cale doesn't like lemon tea. But I just see this interaction with Ron as a comedic relief and them bonding in their weird way. Sure, it gets repetitive, but after looking up what benefits a person gets from drinking lemon tea and knowing all the mess Cale gets into 24/7, it's pretty tame that lemon tea is the only thing he gives to Cale. These two are so emotionally stunted but that doesn't mean Cale will stay quiet if he truly doesn't like the tea Ron keeps giving him.

He's the master and Ron is the butler. Ron and Beacrox are both loyal to him. He can order Ron to stop giving him lemon tea anytime he wants. He talked down stupid nobles and priests for worse things they did and didn't do (because of Mary). I don't believe he can't tell Ron that he's being disrespectful to Cale as his butler.

If your reason is Cale is too scared of Ron to tell him to stop, then I think you don't understand their dynamic.

Cale finds everyone, not just Ron, scary. He finds the kids scary. He finds Choi Han scary. He finds the Whale Tribe scary. They're OP and can kill him before he can blink. And yet he's very close to all of them.

Ron scares him because Ron is an assassin and is very good at his job. And honestly? A normal person would be scared of Ron. But the difference is, Cale is not normal and he can also kill anyone if he wants to (are his ancient powers and skills he gained as KRS decoration to you guys?). Him being "scared" is him being respectful of Ron's abilities. He acknowledges Ron's strength but also finds the way he smiles when he can kill someone, "scary" (understandable).

So no, the whole lemon tea thing and him being scared of Ron that he can't tell him to stop giving the stupid tea doesn't make sense as a reason for hating or disliking Ron.

Oh, and last thing.

Ron actually gave Cale a sweet tea once early in the novel. I think it was before the war and Cale was stressed with a lot of things, including maintaining the shield around the territory. So...yeah, he shows concern for Cale in his own twisted way.

Again, layers.

___

That's my opinion about the matter. In short, Ron is a human being who can be selfish and dangerous. He's a person who has emotions despite being an assassin. He has his own goals. It's not that hard to understand him.

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[starlightshadowsworld]

"Akutugawa only died for Atsushi because Dazai told him too."

Dazai is the reason Akutugawa showed up but that's also the case for every other time Akutugawa's shown up to help so... Okay.

Atsushi told Akutugawa throughout the fight that they can't defeat Fukuchi. That they should leave and get to safety.

If Akutugawa was following Dazai's instructions he'd have left than and there.

But Akutugawa believes killing Fukuchi is more important. He even says to Atsushi that he'll kill Fukuchi "even if it means seeing every bone in my body crumble."

Even introduces himself into the fight by saying he'll feed Fukuchi to the fishes.

That's what Akutugawa set out to do believing it's what Dazai wants from him.

When Akutugawa makes the decision to save Atsushi, it's his own. He's going against his own wishes and what he believes are Dazai's wishes.

The continued want for Dazai's approval, to be useful to him. To defeat Fukuchi and succeed in the mission granted to him.

"A trial? That's what Fukuchi is to you?"

"No, you're the trial for me."

Akutagawa gives all of that up to save Atsushi.

It's his final action, his final words and he uses the shirt off his back to do it.

Not the coat Dazai gave him.

It's his choice, his decision he's doing it because he wants to.

Saying Akutugawa did it all for Dazai just erases his own character development and the bond he and Atsushi have.

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[jiyascepter]

Training Blues

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Loki x gn!reader

Words: 1133

Warnings/Content: Hurt/Comfort; insecure, sad reader, crying, sweet & comforting loki (cause who doesn't love a caring bf?), kisses & cuddles, mention of other mcu characters (say hello!), use of 'Y/n', both loki & y/n are Avengers

Summary: Y/n struggles with feelings of inadequacy in training until Loki comforts them

A/n: Feeling a bit low lately, decided to write this *alexa play 'i can do it with a broken heart'*

"Y/n?" You could hear his voice booming down the corridor, getting closer to you. You hurriedly wipe your eyes with your sleeve, sigh, and rise back up, attempting to calm your body language so that your beloved, god of mischief, does not perceive you as a crybaby.

It had been about eight months since you joined the Avengers. For the last few weeks, it has been really rough since your training partner, Steve, was away for some missions and was replaced with Natasha.

You just could not keep up with her; she used to get pretty competitive during practices, and no matter how much you tried, you just couldn't match her speed. And it was frustrating. Not that she wasn't supportive; you just could not convince yourself that it was okay to lag behind.

You were occasionally training alone at night, which meant you didn't have enough time with Loki. And he noticed this.

You were exhausting yourself, and it broke his heart to see you like this, and it hurt him even more that you weren't telling him what was going on.

"Y/n, what peculiar matters have stirred within you this late, my dear?" He says this as he enters your room.

"Nothing, Loki, I'm fine." You answer by not looking at him and pretending to do your hair in the mirror. It crushed his heart to hear your big, cheerful voice fade into a feeble whisper.

He approaches you and wraps his hands around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder and gazing at your reflection. "I know what's happening with you sweetheart, and I cannot bear to see you like this anymore." He murmurs it quietly, tightening his grip on your waist and bringing you into his chest.

You offer him a fictitious, reassuring beam and try to back away. "Everything's fine, Loki. I'm heading to the training room." You turn around, kiss his cheek, and start to leave the room when he grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him.

"You're not going. Natasha won't be in the training room anyway."

You frown. "Why? Where did she go?"

"I beseeched her to suspend your instruction for a brief span so you can focus on your well-being." He says, touching your cheek.

You give him a perturbed expression. "Loki, you do not understand. If I abandon my workouts for a few days, I'll lose my practice and—"

"And? And what, darling?"

The lump in your throat that had been lingering for the past ten minutes was too painful. You would break down even if you try to utter a single word now.

Like a baby.

You become silent and stare at him with a tiny grimace on your face. Loki catches your quivering lip and draws you close to his chest, his arms encircling your body. You couldn't help but finally break down in front of him, sobbing quietly against his chest.

No No No. How could you let go of your emotions in front of him?

He scooped you up and laid you on the bed in a matter of seconds, comfortingly lying next you and cocooning your body once again.

"Shh..shh...darling, it really hurts me to see you like this, you know."

You peek up at him, your wet eyelashes glinting.

"Y/n my dear, you've been hiding behind that stoic facade for too long." Loki murmured, his voice filled with concern, and softly brushed a tear off your face. "What's exactly troubling you, hm?"

You sniffle. "I just feel like I lag behind you guys. I am new to this, and I need to train so I can keep up. But for the past few weeks, it's like I'm failing."

"Hey, you're just eight months in, you don't need to exert yourself too much, you know." Loki says, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet room.

"I just don't want to disappoint anyone." You admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to disappoint you."

Loki's expression softens as his thumb brushes your cheek. "You never fail to falter my eyes, Y/n. In fact, you impress me so much throughout our missions that it distracts my focus."

He jokes, and you let out a gentle chuckle. He smiles back and leans in to kiss your forehead. "You are more than enough, always."

You smile through your tears softly.

He was so sweet with you.

He cups your cheeks and stares into your eyes while he speaks. "Do you know what else hurts me? The fact that you refrain from telling me what is going on with you."

You shift a bit. "I thought you would think of me as a crybaby if I complained too much... I don't want to set that image in front of you."

Loki chuckles. "Hey, you can share anything with me, I am your partner, am I not? And complaining about things does not make you a crybaby." He smiles and places a comforting sweet kiss on your nose.

"And even if such were the case, what of it? You remain unequivocally mine." He softly smiles down at you and wraps his arms around you once more, pulling your body to his.

You take a deep breath, feeling his warmth seep into you. "I just don't want to seem weak," you finally admit, your voice small. "I want to be strong, like everyone else."

Loki tilts your chin up, making you look into his eyes. "Do you remember the first time we met?" he asked softly, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips.

"You were so determined, so fierce, even when you were just starting out. I saw in you a spirit that could not be broken, no matter the odds. That same spirit is still there sweetheart, even if you feel weary right now."

You smile when he mentions that. "I was so nervous on the first day."

Loki chuckled, his eyes twinkling with affection. "And look at you now, my love. You've grown so much, accomplished so much. Do not let a few difficult weeks overshadow how far you've come. You are incredible, and I will always be here to remind you of that."

Loki's embrace settles on you like a peace blanket. Your love for him was coursing through your blood, reassuring you that everything would be okay as long as you had each other.

You nestle into his embrace, feeling safe and loved, letting go of the worries that had been weighing you down. With Loki by your side, you knew you could face anything, even your own insecurities.

"I love you," you whisper, feeling the warmth of his love enveloping you.

"I love you too, my dear," Loki murmurs back, planting a tender kiss on your forehead.

"Rest with me. Rest for a while."

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[gothghostiie]

All your thoughts about Graves are amazing!! What if dear reader is his happy little shy housewife that decides to be bold and wear lingerie for his welcome home surprise- except he brought home a couple of close shadows with him to celebrate... so now you're being punished in front of them because Graves HAS to show his men his wife is his alone~ 🩵

thank you honey!! you have no idea how much it means to me 🫶🏻

cw: domesticity kink, exposure, light degrading, praise, creampie, teasing nipple play, talk about edging;sharing, spanking (ass and pussy), fem!reader, this turned out longer than I thought - not proofread

neither of you expected what the other one did - Phil didn't expect his usually so prim and proper, shy little wife to suddenly rock up in nothing but lingerie; you didn't expect him to bring some shadows home after a mission. usually he liked being alone with you, but usually you also wouldn't be waiting in that gorgeous, blue negligee, considering you only just bought it. you sat there in his armchair, legs crossed with the matching nylon socks being held up by lacy garters, heart racing when you heard the door unlock - face dropping when you heard the chuckles of multiple men. you panicked internally, frozen in your seat until it was too late to cover up, until he stepped in with his shadows behind him.

his face dropped briefly, eyeing you over and seeing you look at him like a deer in headlights - he couldn't help but grin. arms crossed over his chest, all of them still in uniform. "Well, what do we have here? if that isn't my sweet, little angel.." he hummed, carrying a note of sarcasm in his voice. you stuttered, stumbling over your own words for a good ten seconds before he shook his head and stopped you with a simple wave of his hand while walking over to you. slowly, Phillip bent down, hands on the armrests of his favourite chair, caging you under his gaze. "you wanted to surprise me like this? what happened to my innocent little darling who blushed when I even mentioned anything remotely kinky?" that same blush crossed your face again, making him laugh. "missed me so much while I was gone you had to throw yourself at me the second I came back? like a little slut?" he hummed, just loud enough for the others to hear. you blushed more, pressing your thighs together as he spoke, especially during the last word. he had never called you that, anything but darling, sweetheart and the like for that matter. but now he called you a slut in the most loving tone and christ, you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you wet.

"I- I'm.." you tried to speak but no sentence would form. he chuckled lowly, the shadows were now in the room but still kept their distance in case graves wanted them to leave. naturally he noticed it, noticed your eyes darting to them ever so often. He gave them a brief look before suddenly grinning, pointy canines on display as he turned back to you.

"should punish you for being so naughty darling.. I'm sure you won't mind the boys watching, do you? since you seem to love being on display like that.." he hummed, looking into your eyes, looking for any sign of hesitance. he saw the brief fear that got overrun by excitement, not to mention the way you rubbed your thighs together. "I'll take that as a yes." he said, suddenly grabbing your wrist with his gloved hand, pulling you out of the seat with ease. his other hand offered the shadows to take a seat in the living room, none of them hesitated even one bit to sit down. you glanced over at your husband, who dropped into his seat with a low groan, keeping you standing between his legs. "how about you get us all some drinks first, hm?" he asked, but it wasn't a question. you quickly nodded, cheeks still burning as the men told you what drink they'd like, you vanished into the kitchen. that wasn't something out of the ordinary, you usually liked making yourself useful for him and his friends.. just not almost naked with your nipples peeking through the thin fabric. with shaky hands you carried the tray back to them, handing everyone their drink - last but not least Phillip, who took the glass and patted his knee. "Sit."

without hesitation you sat down, making him smile in satisfaction. "you're such a dirty little thing aren't you? I can feel the heat from your pussy through the gear." he teased, his free hand snaking between your thighs, gloved fingertips grazing the damp fabric. you blushed, gripping the hem of your negligee tightly while refusing to look at him, or anything but the floor for that matter. "look at you, so shy suddenly." his fingers slowly pushed down on your clit, making you tense up. he chuckled at your reaction. "stand up. show the boys what I get to touch whenever I want." a shiver ran down your spine, yet you obeyed him like a dog. you stood up, even doing a little spin, the men eyeing you like hungry wolves. Phil meanwhile nodded, his semi pressing against his pants slightly. "over my lap." he commanded, you obeyed again. this wasn't a first, the two of you had tried some stuff and spanking is something that definitely stuck. slowly, almost teasingly he removed his gloves, putting them aside on the coffee table. "I'd say it's a shame to have to punish you but I'd be lying doll. I love it when you beg for mercy." with that the first smack landed, making you gasp for air. a few more followed rapidly, making your ass jiggle, your pussy growing more and more wet with each slap.

the men watched the whole thing go down, slowly growing hard and palming themselves through their gear - Phillip had laid down the ground rules while you got drinks, but you didn't need to know that. especially not when he landed the final, harsh strike, making you cry out. "stand up and show them how red your ass is. show them what happened when you're a naughty slut." he hissed, you obeyed with butterflies in your belly. you stood up, backside turned to the shadows as your fave burned in embarrassment, glancing at Phil briefly. he caught the look and gave you a reassuring smile. "so pretty, isn't she?" he hummed lovingly, pulling you in his lap again. this time your back was laid against his chest, his calloused hands sliding up and between your thighs while his lips peppered kisses over your shoulder. he was just about to speak up when he reached your panties, but instead raised an eyebrow. "oh? did someone enjoy her punishment?" he taunted, not even giving you time to think before forcibly spreading your legs, damp panties on display.

you cried out, shaking your head and hiding your face behind your hands. "i'-i'm sorry Phil, I didn't mean to, i-" he cut you off.

"now this won't do. looks like I'll have to punish that pretty pussy too." he hummed, before you could register it he began spanking your pussy too. every slap drew a loud whine or moan from you, legs twitching, pussy only drooling more. the first 10 slaps or so landed on your panties, the wet smack getting worse and worse, making him chuckle. "you're such a dirty little pervert angel.." he whispered, pulling the underwear aside to expose your sticky cunt, fingers rubbing between your folds. "I'm punishing you in front of my men and all you do is get wet and moan, not even showing remorse. I'm starting to think you wanted all of this, wanted to be showed off.." a smack landed on your bare pussy, making you cry out. "can't believe something so innocent and shy could be this dirty.." his voice was merely more than a low growl, boner pressing against your back as he landed another 10 smacks on your bare cunt, your slick dripping down onto his pants. by the last one tears of pleasure dwelled up in your eyes.

"Ph-phil.. please.." you whispered breathlessly. "can't take more.." your chest was rising and falling rapidly, hole clenching around nothing. your husbands hands slowly wandered up your torso until they reached your tits, groping them.

"oh? you can't take any more?" he asked almost sarcastically. "you want me to stop then?" he asked, yet you shook your head, trying to speak as his warm fingers slipped under the fabric to toy with your hard nipples.

"n-no.. I.. I want you.." you choked out in a shaky voice, nails digging into his thighs as you pressed your back against his chest. he laughed briefly, pinching your nipples lightly.

"say what you want. let them hear it." he whispered into your ear, nibbling right underneath it. you cried out, blushing in embarrassment as you looked over to the others, all of them with their cocks in their hands by now. you stammered, a soft sob escaping your throat as his grip on your nipples slowly tightened.

"i.. I want you to fuck my pussy.." you said shakily, almost crying from embarrassment - yet you wouldn't ever want to stop.

"fuck that naughty little pussy of yours?" he scoffed. "reward you after you enjoyed your punishment? seems a little strange, no?" he taunted, making you whine out. Phil chuckled, suddenly pinching your nipples tightly, speaking over you crying out. "beg for it." you hesitated only a moment before desperate pleas fell from your lips, begging him to take you. your voice was shaking, you were stuttering and fumbling with your words, him pulling yout nipples didn't help. only when they slipped out of his grip and your cried out loudly, arching your back he smiled, arms now wrapping around your waist. "good girl, there you go.. how can anyone say no when you beg so pretty?" he hummed, soothing you while one of his hands went to fumble with his belt. he peppered kisses over the side of your neck, nipping and sucking on it while you squirmed in his lap, moaning under his grip. only when he freed his cock and you felt the length against your back he stopped.

his hands snaked under your knees, with ease lifting you up and hovering you over his cock, tip just about grazing your still bare cunt, panties still pulled to the side. you peered down, breath hitching as he moved his hips back and forth, teasing you. "you ready baby?" he asked softly, no malice in his voice for once, just genuinely wanting to check in on you. you took a soft breath and gave him a nod, hands holding onto his forearms. he gave back and affirmative nod, kissing the back of your neck once before pretty much dropping you on his cock, the whole length forced inside your sopping pussy. you cried out loudly, arching your back as he growled, the feeling of your tight walls driving him insane.

"fuck, I missed your tight little cunt..." he muttered, hands gripping your lower thighs tightly to lift you again until he was about halfway outside of you, holding you there. he took a deep breath before slowly rocking his hips up into you, letting you get used to it. the feeling was intense, whether it was that he hadn't fucked you due to being away on a mission; or the eyes of the shadows burning into your cunt being split open by his cock. the thrusts were gentle but that didn't last long, he was growing desperate himself. no matter how hard he had tried to hold back, within minutes he was slamming his hips up into you, groaning and grunting while you were crying softly, drool running down your chin from the overwhelming pleasure. his fingertips dug into your thighs, feeling you become fully loose around him, the gushing sounds making his cock twitch. it didn't take long for you to squirm, getting closer to cumming with each passing minute. of course Phil noticed, he had seen it time and time before.

"you gonna cum?" he asked harshly, out of breath but refusing to slow his thrusts. "do you even fucking deserve that, slut? this was supposed to be a punishment.." his words made you shiver and clench, whining loudly. "should be so thankfulI'm m even fucking you right now.. should've just let the boys have their way with you.." his words made the knot in your stomach tighten by far, another sob escaping you. "shouldn't be letting you cum at all, should i?"

by now all your dignity and most of your shyness were gone, so almost naturally desperate pleas started falling from your lips. "please, Phil.. I gotta cum, can't take it anymore.. I'll be good I promise.. do anything you want.." the words made a chill run down his spine. even if he wanted to he couldn't hold back now.

"fuck.." he muttered, hand reaching towards your pussy to give it a good smack, you cried out. "cum for me doll.." he huffed through gritted teeth, fingers now rubbing your clit. within just seconds your eyes rolled back, all your reservation gone as you came over his cock, head falling back, whole body quivering as you drooled. incoherent thank yous spilled from your lips as he fucked you through your high, chasing his own - which luckily for him didn't take too long, especially with your sweet cries. he dropped you down on his cock again, the whole length disappearing inside you as he bit your shoulder hard, drawing a final cry from you before he came deep inside you.

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[plussizefantasia]

Trust Issues

Bucky x BlackCat!reader

Chapter 2/6 of the BlackCat!reader story that I had a request for!

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Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Language, Bucky and Reader being kinda mean to each other.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” The first words Barnes has uttered in nearly two hours. “There's only one fucking bed.” It didn’t occur to you to ask the front desk woman if there would be two beds, after all, you and Bucky were supposed to be playing a couple this weekend and couples didn’t need two beds. “Well buck up, Buckaroo, looks like we're sharing for the weekend."

“I’m not sharing a bed with you, you kick in your sleep and snore like a buzzsaw.”

“You’re a filthy liar Barnes, I do not snore.”

“No comment on the kicking?” He raises an eyebrow at you. You just roll your eyes and push further into the room. 

“Well, I’m not sleeping on the ground. So you can either be a chivalrous manbaby and curl up in that tiny-ass armchair or be a grown-ass man and split the bed with me. Your choice.”

Bucky grumbles under his breath, in a language that you don’t speak but hearing it admittedly sends a shiver running down your spine. You don’t really have time to stay and talk him out of his funk. The two of you are only here for the three nights and the last night was the gala so any and all recon needs to be done before then. 

Of course, the team of low-ranking agents who just want to do their fucking part to save the world or some bs like that have already put together a file of information for you. You’ve been burned before though and like to take care of yourself more often than not.

So you inwardly thank Tony Stark for the nice digs and head to the bathroom to get changed into your suit. 

You want to scope out the event space tonight as well as the governor's office the only problem was that the two buildings were practically on opposite sides of the city and you’ll have to take pretty much the whole night in order to get what you need. 

That means despite the fact that you are ridiculously tired from being in the car all day you’ll have to dawn your fur-lined catsuit right away and book it to the State Capital building before the last of the over-caffeinated halfway to burnt-out political interns leave for the night and your usual slip-in-behind-someone-who-isn’t-paying-attention entrance will fall off the table.

You pretend that you don’t see Bucky’s eyes bulge when you walk out of the bathroom in your full get-up, but you feel flattered nevertheless. There’s something to be said about the way donning your suit makes you feel, when you have the mask on and the suit zipped all the way up you feel invincible, powerful, badass, and let’s not kid anyone, sexy as hell.

The way Bucky can’t keep his eyes off you as you move about the room gathering the things you’ll need for your night of recon makes you think that he’s on the same page as you about that last one. But that’s all it is, you remind yourself. You’ve got good assets and when they’re tightly wrapped in a nice little bow they look alright, Barnes doesn’t like you he’s a man… he likes tits and ass. They all do. 

“I’m heading downtown, need to scope out entrances and exits and see if there’s anything in the governor's office that could help us bring him down.”

“I’ll come with.” Bucky moves to grab the bulletproof leather jacket that Steve had gotten him for Christmas this past year.

“Thanks but no thanks Barnes, I’m perfectly capable of doing recon on my own. Besides, you’re not exactly what I would call… stealthy.”

“I’m stealthy as fuck kitty.”

“Don’t call me kitty, and whatever you need to tell yourself, old man. I'll be back. Treat yourself to room service or something, I heard brooding makes you hungry.”

“I don’t brood.”

“And I don’t snore. See, we can both lie.”

Your night is uneventful. The only thing catching your eye is how suspiciously squeaky clean the governor's computer is. You don’t find much that can help you in your mission. The ballroom is a bust too although you do manage to come up with several escape routes should things go sideways the night of the gala. You end up rolling back into the hotel room at around three-thirty in the morning. Not expecting Bucky to still be awake you try your best to make as little noise as possible so that you don’t wake him.

It ends up not being necessary as he is already awake, lounging in the armchair nursing a glass of whisky, and staring at the door you've just come through.

“Don’t tell me you waited up for me? That’s so sweet Barnes.”

“I didn’t want to be the one to tell Fury that his favorite pet got in some trouble.”

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, Barnes, I am not Fury’s pet any more than you're Steve’s.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” He scoffs and takes another sip of his drink.

“Well, you’re off the hook I guess I’m back safe and sound so you can finally go about getting some much-needed beauty sleep.”

“You really can’t take anything seriously, can you? I’ve been waiting here for hours because you left without letting me in on your little plan.” Bucky stands up and places his glass on the side table next to him. You have no idea where the hell this anger he has is coming from but you’ll be damned if you let him talk to you like this. “We’re supposed to be doing this mission together and the first moments you’re left to your own devices you run off and risk yourself unnecessarily.” He's getting heated and it's rubbing off on you.

“What the hell is your problem James?  I didn’t ask you to wait for me! You’ve been a bit of an ass all day and I’m really fucking tired of it. I’m here to do my fucking job, are you?” Hindsight is a bitch though and you realize after you say the words to him that poking the bear is probably not your best option at the moment, nevertheless, you’re a glutton for punishment so you dig in even more. “I mean first you get all moody in the car because of some shit you brought up in the first place, then you stay up waiting for me like you’re my dad or some shit making sure I get home safe. I know that you don’t like me, I get it and if I’m completely honest I don’t really like you either. No matter what you think or want though, we have a mission to complete and I’ll be damned if I let some metal-armed brute fuck up my perfect completion record.” You don’t really remember taking breaths but obviously, you have or you’d be passed out after that long ass speech. 

It doesn’t get you the reaction you want though, instead, Bucky just clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and lets out some long-suffering sigh like you’re the bane of his existence or some shit. You let him throw his grown-man tantrum and don’t move to stop him from huffing and puffing around the room until he goes to lie down on the floor.

“What are you doing?” you ask, every syllable dripping with exasperation.

“Sleeping, what does it look like?”

“Yeah, I can see that your trying to sleep like a caveman on the cold hard ground what I don’t understand is why, given the big ass bed right here.” You carelessly lift one hand and gesture towards the California King bed with admittedly really comfy-looking sheets spread across it. 

“I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you Kitty, I thought I had told you that.” He practically snarls.

“I thought you were kidding. What? Afraid you’ll get cooties or something?” 

“I’m not sharing a bed with you Y/N. Drop it.”

“Fine. You know what? Fucking be like that.” You grab a pillow off the bed and throw it down at him. Before grabbing one for yourself and taking up position on the floor a few feet away from him.

“What are you doing?” 

“Funny, I thought I just asked you that.” You reply laying down on the ground with your back towards him.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor Y/N it’ll mess up your back.” `“Well then I guess you have a choice to make. Either you get over yourself and we both get to share the nice bed, I’ll even put up a pillow wall to protect your dignity if you’re that worried about it.  Or we both sleep on the floor and I wake up tomorrow morning as grumpy as you because my back hurts.” You let the silence reign for a few seconds after you're done, still facing away from him and waiting for him to make the decision.

“God you’re so annoying you know that?” Bucky groans out as he moves to sit up and make his way towards the bed.

“I’ve been told it’s one of my best qualities.” You stick your tongue out at him and follow him to the bed. You follow through with your promise of a pillow wall placing three pillows length-wise between the two of you. Afterward, you turn around and turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. 

You wait for a few minutes thoughts racing endlessly in your mind. “Bucky?” You call out.

“What?” he mumbles back.

“Will you tell me a bedtime story?” You ask.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?

“Go the fuck to sleep.” You do.

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The next morning you wake up to an empty bed, but an intact pillow wall so deem the night a success. Rolling over to check the bedside clock you see that it’s about seven and groan at the fact that Bucky’s absence apparently woke you up an hour before you had planned.

Bucky’s absence doesn’t last long, however, as minutes later he comes strolling into the room. He’s wearing a simple grey tee shirt and some black sweatpants but the entire front of his shirt is soaked making the grey a darker shade than it was originally. Similarly, his hair is dripping wet and you honestly can’t tell if he’s taken a shower yet or if he's just soaked with sweat. What confuses you more is that you don’t know which you’d prefer.

“Morning Sarge.” You call out from your place in bed. Bucky jumps a little like he forgot that you’d be in the room. 

“Morning.” He mumbled before making a swift turn and essentially hiding away in the ensuite bathroom. When you hear the shower turn on you know he's still in a mood from last night. You swear to whatever god there might be that this man is going to be the death of you. 

“I’m calling room service for breakfast do you want anything?” You shout at the bathroom door.

“Eggs and toast.” He calls back. You roll your eyes at his basic order but relent anyway and pick up the phone to call for the food. 

His shower finishes right about the same time that the food arrives. When he walks out of the bathroom in just a towel wrapped around his waist and a smaller one in his hand ruffling his hair to dry it you about choke on the food you hadn’t even started eating yet.

“Your foods over there.” You point to the little sitting area on the opposite side of the room from you. You're sitting crisscross across the ottoman at the foot of the bed. A plate of stuffed French toast with a side of sliced peaches perched on your lap.

“I figure that we should probably talk about the plan for the rest of the weekend, to avoid any more… angst between us.” You speak between bites of your breakfast.

“I thought we already had a plan but apparently that doesn’t mean much to you does it.” He turns his body to face you and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I’m not starting the morning off like this, James. You can either talk to me like an adult or you can sulk in the corner it’s your choice.” 

“I don’t sulk.”

“For a guy who doesn’t sulk or brood you sure spend a lot of time doing both.”

“I just- I don’t know why you always have to be putting yourself at risk.” You aren’t prepared for the tone shift of the conversation.

“I’m an adult Bucky, I can make those kinds of choices for myself.”

“I know you can, I just don’t see why you feel the need to.”

“What do you mean?” You can physically feel yourself start to get defensive. 

“I mean that for as long as I’ve known you, you’ve always gone the extra mile, covered every base that needs to be covered and even some that don’t. You push yourself to the point of exhaustion and you don’t seem to care. You do the job of ten people when you don’t need to and it makes me tired just watching you.”

“I-”

“I wasn’t finished. Take last night for example. You went out and re-did recon that our team already did for us because you didn’t trust that they had done enough and what did you find? Nothing. Nothing that you didn’t already know from reading the mission file.”

“When did this become a fucking therapy session? I don’t recall giving you my insurance information Dr. Barnes and I’m not sure I can pay your hourly rate.” You try to deflect. He's right, you didn’t find anything new and you’d been a little pissed at yourself because of it, but you don’t need that shoved back into your face.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Push away your real feelings with jokes, Peter and Tony do the same thing and it drives me up the wall.” He stares at you.

“I don’t know what you want from me Bucky. I don’t know who you want me to be, you call me a kiss-ass when I try too hard, but you’ve been pretty clear on the fact that you don’t think I can be redeemed. You seem to care about me and yet give me shit about anything and everything that I do. I don’t know what to think or feel around you and it throws me off.”

“I do care about you.” 

You don’t know what to say to that, so you don’t say anything. You and Bucky sit in silence for what could’ve been seconds minutes or hours. Neither one of you is willing to be the one who breaks the spell that has settled over the room. Both of you are saved by the bell when Bucky’s phone rings on the desk in front of him.

“It’s Steve, I’ll be right back.” He gets up and moves to take the call out in the hallway. You still don’t say anything. But you do flop onto your stomach across the bed the moment the door closes behind him. 

You grab the nearest pillow to your outstretched hand and bring it to your face, screaming into it and letting out as many muffled curse words as you can before you run out of air. When you’re done throwing your mini tantrum you stand up, run a hand through your hair, and take in the deepest breath you’ve ever taken in. 

It seems that Bucky’s call with Steve is going to go longer than you thought so you might as well get ready for the day. You put on the flowing wide-leg pants and halter tank that you packed, it gives just the right amount of classy that goes along with your cover in case you needed to interact with anyone, while still being easy to move in and pretty damn comfortable to boot.

You return to your perch at the foot of the bed, this time with the mission files in your hands. Despite how many times you’ve poured over them you still want to make sure that you’re ready for the gala tomorrow night. The best use of your time right now is trying to figure out the best way to get close to the Governor at the party.

Since his computer had been a bust the best way to get him was going to be a verbal confession to some of his backroom dealings. Maybe with more time, you’d be able to pull together a bit more of a sting operation and pull out all the stops trying to catch him but you were on a time crunch. The gala is tomorrow and then after that the governor starts his reelection campaign.

Bucky walks back into the room and throws his phone on the bed next to you, “Steve said the analysts back home got word that there’s a new player to be aware of tomorrow. The Governor's son is gonna be there, he's been flouncing across Europe for the better part of the last five years and we’re not exactly sure why he’s back but we know it’s important. Think you can handle it?”

“Did you actually just use the word ‘flounce’ in a sentence.”

“Can you handle it or not.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist Barnes, I got this.”

“I don’t doubt it, Kitty, in the meantime though maybe we should do some asking around to see what we can get on the kid.”

“Honestly, James I’m a little hurt that you think I’m that far behind you. Besides, I know exactly where to look to get the answers I’ll need.”

“And where is that exactly?” Bucky looks at you and raises an eyebrow. 

“His Instagram.” Snapchat, Twitter, and any and all other social media you can get your hands on. You know rich kids better than any other group of people in the world, they’re incredibly naive most of the time and some of the easiest targets because they’re sharing their entire lives with the world. If there's something to know about this guy, you’ll find it on his socials. 

You and Bucky spend the rest of the day and well into the night, doing your research. At some point, you’d been given access to the full guest list which allowed you to add some names to your internet stalking session. By two in the morning, you can confidently say that you know this guy and several of the other guests who would be attending better than they knew themselves. 

“Alright doll, it’s time for sleep.” Bucky grabs your laptop and closes the lid before taking it off your lap completely and plugging it in for you.

“What? I was just getting in the groove! I found another rabbit hole.”

“I don't know what that means but I know that it’s late and we have to be on our best game tomorrow so sleep it is.”

“You can sleep, but I need to keep working,” Bucky calls your name.

“This is the type of stuff I’m talking about, working yourself to death. Trust in the work you did today, trust that you’ve got everything you need. I do.”

You will never admit to the way that your heart thumps when you realize just how much faith Bucky has in you. 

“I’ve made that mistake before, trusting myself and trusting others, it never goes well for me.”

“Well then, work yourself to death and be sloppy and tired tomorrow if you want, but do it over there with just a desk lamp because I’m going to bed.”

“Fine. I will.” Stubbornly, you pick up the notebooks and files that surround you and move them all to the too-small desk in the corner of the room. You flick the lamp light on and groan at the dimness of the bulb. Bucky’s words bounce around your skull, you wouldn’t be sloppy. You were never sloppy. Sloppy meant getting hurt or worse. You couldn’t be sloppy.

Fuck. You couldn’t be sloppy, especially with Bucky’s life on the line too. 

You growl low in your throat as you flick the lamp off and begin getting ready for bed, pretending not to hear the triumphant snort that comes from the lump on the bed.

“Scoot over, you fucking starfish, leave some room for me.” You shove at Bucky’s back, nothing happens of course but he takes pity on you and scooches over anyway. “Do I need to construct another pillow wall Your Highness or do you think you’ll be okay for one more night?”

“I think I’ll survive. But know that if you kick me in the middle of the night I reserve the right to shove your ass onto the floor.” 

“Noted.”

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Hawks / Keigo Takami Headcannon

My requests are currently open

Warnings!: sexual assault mentioned, sex implied.

I feel like I have a very specific idea of who Keigo Takami/Hawks really is so I had to write out some xreader headcannons here:

-Keigo Takami who's body was honed into a weapon for the Hero Commission. -Keigo Takami who hasn't ever had the space to truly be himself. -Keigo Takami who was raised to do anything for the mission. -Keigo Takami who the Hero Commission notices is very attractive... something that could allow them to use his body as a weapon in other ways. -Keigo Takami who is forced into honeypot missions. -Keigo Takami who scrubs himself in the shower until his whole body is bright red. -Keigo Takami who blocks all the social media accounts that sexualize him. -Keigo Takami who is scared of fan interactions and has also started turning down interviews. -Keigo Takami who plays it off as the aloof heartthrob hero when really he can feel his skin clamming up at the thought of physical intimacy. -Keigo Takami who learns to turn his brain off on certain missions. -Keigo Takami who when you show up in his life is taken aback and surprised that someone actually wants to know him and sees past his looks. -Keigo Takami who pretends to be flirty who pretends to be brave who pretends to be strong who pretends to be suave who pretends to be in control who pretends who pretends who pretends -Keigo Takami who can't pretend all the time and has to hide in that stupid little boiler closet away from the world -Keigo Takami who can't help but want to be genuine around you and he doesn't know why -Keigo Takami who memorizes every detail about you, sometimes not even consciously -Keigo Takami who opens his social media for the first time in a long time just to look you up -Keigo Takami who invites you out for late night picnics, early breakfast runs, lunch on rooftops, anywhere or time where he can feel like you two are actually alone. -Keigo Takami who lays awake at night worrying what the Hero Commission would do if they found out about his feelings for you. -Keigo Takami who very gently holds your hand for the first time, trying to memorize the feeling of your slim fingers in his. -Keigo Takami who is always searching your eyes for some alterior motive, who can't believe you're real or that you want him, the real him. -Keigo Takami who slowly starts to lower his guard around you and you see past the hero persona, to the sad, scared man underneath. -Keigo Takami who is surprised when you hug him so fiercely when he finally admits why he's scared of intimacy. -Keigo Takami who slowly hugs you back and feels his eyes burn with tears before he shoves them down -Keigo Takami who feels immense joy when the Hero Commission finally falls and he's free -Keigo Takami who takes things slowly with you, his touch is scarce and hesitant and he always stops as soon as he can feel his heart start beating too fast. -Keigo Takami who always feels guilty because he thinks he isn't fulfilling your needs. -Keigo Takami who needs your reassurance that just his company would be enough for you. -Keigo Takami who stares at you while you're asleep, wanting to preserve your peace. -Keigo Takami who one day comes back to your apartment after a long day and just stares at you while you prep dinner, his head in his hand. -Keigo Takami who walks over to you and kisses you gently and when you begin to pull away, pulls you back in -Keigo Takami who puts his hands on your hips and closes his eyes and all he feels is trust and love -Keigo Takami sweeps a hand through your hair and pulls you in with a hand at the back of your head -Keigo Takami who takes his sweet time memorizing every inch of you, who makes eye contact and when you are both a sweaty mess afterwards, pulls you in and breathes in your scent. -Keigo Takami who is so grateful for you and your love. He's the sweetest most loving boyfriend.

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[not-magdi]

One too many

Warnings: None, maybe Alkohol

Words: 835

Reading Time: 3min 20sec

A/N

Hey guys, long time no see huh. Well today was the first day I had really a free minute as I'm currently organizing prom so I'm stressed haha. Well I still hope you enjoy my story,

Love y'all Magdi <3

It was around midnight, and you were sitting on your couch, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, watching some movie you found on Netflix. Pablo was going out with some friends tonight, and even though he asked you to tag along, you preferred to stay in today, wanting to get some things done for work. 

Pablo wasn't that happy with your decision, but he accepted it with a pout. He and his friends left around 9 o'clock, so you expected him to be home around one or two in the morning. You didn't mind him coming home late. Pablo is mostly really strict with himself, so you let him have his fun, and even though Pablo told you to not wait for him every time, you still stayed awake (or tried to) so you could fall asleep together. 

You were on your way to the kitchen, needing some caffeine to stay awake until Pablo came home. Your head is stuck in your pantry as you hear your phone ring. Confused about who would call you this late, you rush back to the living room, thinking it is an emergency. 

Your worry only grew as you saw the name of one of Pablo's best friends on your phone screen. You pick up the phone as quickly as you can. 

"Hey Ale, is everything ok?!" 

"Hey Y/N. Yeah everything is fine, your boyfriend just had one ... maybe three drinks to much." You heard him laugh over the loud music of the club. 

"Me and Fermín will bring him home now, he has been asking where you are for the past half hour." 

"Yeah, that's a good plan, I'll see you then. Has he fallen down somewhere already?" You ask, laughing to yourself. You see, Pablo had a bit of a habit when he had too much to drink. And that was totally ignoring where he was going. One time, the two of you were going out with some friends at a club near the beach, and at some point on your way home, Pablo just slid down the little bank that led to the beach. You didn't even realise he was gone until you heard his giggles from the beach.  

"No he hasn't fallen down anywhere yet, but we keep an eye on him." You heard him laughing over the phone.

Laughing to yourself, you say bye to Ale and hang up, starting to prepare a few things for when Pablo comes home, like aspirin and lots and lots of water. 

Half an hour later, you heard the doorbell ring and before said door stood Ale and Fermín, who held up a very drunk Pablo, who was smiling from one ear to the other. 

"Oh god, what did he do?" You ask his friends, who also have a smile on their faces. But as soon as Pablo heard your voice, his head whipped up. "Y/N!" 

He wriggled himself free from the grip of his friends and stumbled into your arms. 

"Oh, I missed you sooooo much!" He mumbled into your neck, his warm breath tickling your neck. 

"But you just saw me 3 hours ago, Pablito." You exclaim, laughing.

"I know, that's way too long." 

With the help of Fermín and Ale, you got Pablo inside, with a few little accidents on the way as Pablo kept running into every shelf you owned in this house. 

But now you finally have him where you want him to be, and after saying goodnight to Pablo's friends, you start the mission: getting Pablo ready for bed. 

"Come on Amor, you have to brush your teeth."

"But I don't want tooooo."

Sighing, you try to think of a way to convince your toddler of a boyfriend to brush his damm teeth. 

"OK Pablo, if you brush your teeth now, I will give you a kiss."

At that, his eyes went wide, and you never saw anyone grab his toothbrush faster than Pablo did at that moment. Giggling at his antics, you walk out of the bathroom into your shared bedroom to lay some pyjamas out for him. 

Surprisingly, convincing him to change into his pyjamas went more effortless than you thought. So now you were laying in bed, Pablos head on your chest, your hand stroking through his soft hair. Pablo's soft whisper broke the comfortable silence you were in. 

"I believed I was promised a kiss Querida." 

"Oh, were you now?"

"Mhm, yes." 

"Well, I can't break my promise now, can I?"

You grab Pablo's chin with your hand to make him look at you and place your lips against his soft ones in a quick kiss. 

"Happy now?" 

"Yup, as happy a ever." 

"Well then, goodnight Pablo, sleep well."  

You waited for an answer, but all you heard were Pablo's soft snores as he already fell asleep on your chest. With a smile on his face, you look at the aspirin lying on his bedside table, knowing he is gonna have the headache of his life tomorrow. 

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[exo-raskreia]

More on Utahime's potential in the Shinjuku Showdown Arc

WARNING: DELULU IDEAS + MANGA SPOILERS

So, GOJO HAS RISEN 🥳 (potentially). We'll see in the next chapter or so 😥. There are several ways this could've happened. In this post, however, I will mostly focus on Utahime.

(My reaction to chapter 260 at end of post)

Chapter 259 once again showcased flashbacks of the other characters strategizing against Sukuna, except for Gojo, Utahime, Gakuganji & Ijichi. At this point, one's inclined to believe that team was up to something during the time-skip. It's getting too obvious now.

In this post, I talked about Utahime's potential role in Gojo's revival and/or maybe have another equally important role in this arc.

While some ideas still stand, I thought of some others.

• One of my delulu theories was that Utahime & team could summon Sukuna with his 20th finger to a new vessel (maybe back to Yuuji) or maybe do something else with it, & I just got the idea that what if it's with Nobara's help? With Todo's return & the strange imagery in that recent MV for the opening of the Phantom Parade mobile game, "Avant" by Eve, which potentially foreshadows Gojo's return, & even shows Nobara's Straw Doll CT, Sukuna's new domain, etc., could it be Nobara will return as well? Could she use her Resonance on Sukuna's 20th finger, as it was revealed in 259 that Yuuji's & Sukuna's souls are still connected? (As of right now, it's possible Yuuta may be storing the finger inside Rika, so I wonder about the retrieval of it...)

Another possibility is what if they were doing something with the Prism Realm? That MV showed a bunch of those boxes with creepy eyes, like Sukuna's... What if Gojo's "special training" that he mentioned in 223 had to do with that? Like, maybe his team found a way to train in the box, as time flies differently? Or they were figuring out a way to seal Sukuna? In that same MV, we see paper seals on the boxes, so what if Utahime, as a shrine maiden, made them? Is it possible the team found or created more than one Prism, or something similar?

One thing that worries me is that the only ones who know about Yaga's secret CT are Gakuganji & Gojo. It hasn't been brought up again so... Were they planning something with that? Related to Gojo or maybe Nobara? I don't like the implications, though...

Because of that lingering connection between Sukuna & Yuuji, it seems like Sukuna was able to be a step ahead of everyone due to seeing/sensing all the sorcerers' plans that Yuuji had been a part of during the time-skip. Now, we know that Todo had kept his comeback secret from Yuuji so as not to alert Sukuna. Which could mean...that Utahime's CT was also kept a secret from Yuuji.

Sukuna still doesn't know about it. We know that Yuuji never knew about it while harboring Sukuna, & it seems that this was kept from him even during the time-skip? So, it means that he had no idea what Gojo was planning for his initial attack nor what else he was potentially doing during the time-skip.

Was this Gojo's idea? Did he just want to show off their 200% Hollow Purple? Is it because Utahime is a trump card? And/or is it to protect Utahime? (oof, Gojo, if that's so, we see u~ 👀)

To add to this, we got some recent content that makes me wonder if something regarding Utahime's character may actually happen. This is all mere wishful thinking speculation, of course.

• In the upcoming JJK exhibition (summer 2024), Gege is releasing some rough drafts from the manga & will apparently elaborate on his creative process when making them. One of them is the "You cryin'?" scene from chapter 65.

Out of all his rough drafts, he chose this one as one of the main ones for promo... 👀

In the original text here, Gojo said, "You're weak, so don't go on business trips too often." /OR "You're weak, so don't push yourself too hard."

(translation varies. Here, here, & here for further context)

The text seems to imply that Gojo didn't want Utahime to go so far away for missions (she was 3 hours away by train from Tokyo), or that she shouldn't take on such dangerous missions. Is it because he wouldn't be able to get to her sooner if she needed help, since at the time, he couldn't teleport yet? 👀

Gege changed it to "I came to save you" in the official release. Why, though? We could still tell Gojo was worried for Utahime due to him leaving the supervisor & his teammates behind to go save her from the mansion, forgetting to put up the curtain, & using Blue (which at the time, was exhausting to use) while managing to leave her unscathed. Did Gege think Gojo's concern for Utahime would be too obvious with the original text, though? 😏

• The characters got some updates on their profiles for the upcoming 4th character popularity poll. However, while most of the others got some slight changes, Utahime's only reiterates that she's a very good singer.

(Used Google Translate)

(We wish Gege would just give us more info on her but oh well 😮‍💨...)

Even this article finds the brief description strange.

Why did Gege bring this up again? Why not simply say she's a very good dancer instead, as we now know? He had said in the 2021 fanbook that her singing is a huge part of her CT, but we have yet to see it in action (unless the chanting for her 120% counted?). Some people had already lost hope that we'd get it, so is he implying that it's still something to look forward to? That her VA, Yoko Hikasa's singing talent, won't actually go to waste in the future? That Utahime still has a role to play? 👀

• On April 2, in order to commemorate Vol. 26 of the manga (containing infamous chapter 236), Shounen Jump uploaded a lofi video to their official YouTube channel in which we see edited versions of Gojo's memories. These mysterious edits have made people theorize that Gojo's memories have become a distorted mess in his brain, which is implied to be damaged in his (potentially) current state between life & death.

Utahime & Shoko appear with Gojo in one of the images.

Both girls have been theorized to help bring back Gojo. Utahime seems to be the focal point here, however, while Shoko is more in the background. Her appearance is that of her & Gojo's phone call scene, which had lasted 3min 41s in the anime (341, guys). Why is Utahime more prominent to him here, instead of his former teammate & closest friend?

(Full delulu) Could this be foreshadowing that Utahime will be the one to call Gojo back from the airport? That she will use her singing to reach him? Lure him like a siren or something? Or, like I said before in my aforementioned delulu post, does her singing have healing abilities?

Got the idea from this post that in the edit, it's like Gojo's heading (north) towards the girls, & since Utahime is at the center (of Gojo's distorted memory, mind u 😌), could it be implying she really will be the key to help guide him back? While Shoko is busy healing him?

AND SO...onto chapter 260:

GOJO HAS RISEN?! 🤩

(Gege, u better not be playing... Sukuna better not be hallucinating or smth...😑)

Right now, the Binding Vow theory seems the most popular, & while I don't like it, it's still possible. However, would this discredit the theory that Shoko healed him? And/or that Utahime buffed her? Maybe not. Shoko did say in 258 that the efficacy of her RCT can depend on the person's body/CE being healed. So, would Gojo have had to give up something, like his right eye, in order for Shoko's RCT to work, in case his CE was rejecting hers? 🤔😓

Gege will explain what's going on in the next chapters. As Gojo's return does seem rather sudden & random, it's possible it may not be official YET, but it doesn't mean it won't happen. So if this is a fluke, I do believe Gojo will return at a crucial moment.

Whether it was/will be thru a BV or with outside help, we will see. Either way, this also means that Utahime is coming back!! We'll finally see her again!! Where there is Gojo, there is Utahime. WE'RE GETTING THAT FLASHBACK, TRUST. Incredible how Gege timed this so closely with last year's chapter 222 in May, in which Gojo gets unsealed, & then in 223, Utahime reappears after a long absence WITH him. WILL GEGE DO THIS AGAIN? OH, MAN-

Ok, I know I'm fully delulu & Gege may go against all our expectations in the next chapter or so, so I'll try to keep them low. We'll see... He's not off the hook yet... 😕😫

#iori utahime #gojohime #gojo and utahime #more delulu #jjk theory #reiapost

[prismaticpichu]

Baby!Angeal confiding in Seph that he always wanted a dog, but his family could simply not afford to take care of one when he was growing up.

Sephiroth tells him that circumstances always change.

Heartened by his friend’s words, Angeal asks if Seph likes dogs.

Seph says he is indifferent.

Angeal huffs out a laugh, making a comment that Seph has a good heart; he would probably make for a good companion to one. He then adds that maybe the three of them could get a dog once they return to Midgar, once the war quells a bit.

Sephiroth merely grunts in response.

“…If you get yourself a dog,” he says neutrally, a wisp of a memory that he would rather be forgotten, “then it is all yours.”

“Come on. You would help, wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t see why it’s my responsibility.”

“Well… think about this.” Angeal crosses his arms behind his neck, gazing dreamily at the pepper of stars overhead. “If I couldn’t take care of it, then I would want someone I trust to at least keep an eye on my pup.”

“Why not Genesis?”

“Well—him too. If he learned how to handle his spells better.”

“…Heh.”

“I’m serious though, Sephiroth.” Angeal rolls his head aside to face him, velvet grass scissoring in the wind like dancing swords. “If I ever—or… When I get a dog, that is, would you help me take care of the guy?”

Sephiroth lets out a playful huff.

Though he never gets to respond before there’s the wail of a siren, and the two SOLDIERs are back in the thick of war.

~~~

Years later~

“Seph!”

There’s hardly any time to react before young arms are wrapping around him, a healthy and exuberant Zack Fair smiling like the sun as he pulls him into an embrace.

Three days away on a mission, however, and that’s enough for Sephiroth to return it.

“Welcome back…” he says fondly, then adding with a soft smile upon seeing the dirt spattering Zack’s face: “Go get cleaned up, then let’s get something to eat.”

#sephiroth #ffvii #crisis core #zack fair #ff7 #ever crisis #baby angeal #floof #early morning floof

[vampyrsutton]

Stuffed Bird

Summary:

When Hawks gets stuck in a wall, Dabi offers some fun.

Ao3 Tags:

Stuck in a Wall, Multiple Orgasms, Clones, Clone Sex, multiple rounds, The Turkey Has Been Stuffed, Double Penetration, Spit Roasting, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is a Little Shit, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, cum stuffing, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings

Notes:

For Day 4 of @dabihawksweeks 2024!

NSFW Prompt: Stuck-In-A-Wall

Hawks is officially beyond done with this fucking mission.

Infiltrate the League. They had said. 

It will be easy for someone of your level. They had said. 

Well, what about when he starts catching feelings for the local arsonist and starts to feel at home with the misfits he calls colleges, huh? What then?

He gets thrown through a wall at three in the morning trying to keep Toga safe on a side of town he’s not supposed to be on leaving him unable to radio for help with even his naked wing nubs protruding too much to be able to get himself free. 

Miraculously he wasn’t being crushed, but actually trying to escape threatened that so he was stuck until Toga returns with help. He sighs, watching another dust mote drift around the store room his upper half was stuck in while his feathers remained vigilant protecting his backside that was facing the alley.

Just not vigilant enough apparently, because somehow, like always since he and the arsonist started getting close, Dabi manages to sneak up behind him, making Hawks give a squawk from inside the store room when his lower back is caressed. “Who-” His feathers pick up on the familiar heartbeat. “Dabi! Stop messing with me and help me out, dammit!

Dabi chuckles lowly, fingers heating up slightly to relax the hero. “Calm down, birdie, you know I’m not strong enough to get you out of there. You’re gonna have to wait for Spinner and Twice to come dig you out. I was just nearby so came to keep you company.” 

Hawks curses, trying not to slump and risk his precarious situation changing. “Well, how long will that take?” 

Hawks’s feathers sense Dabi's shrug. “We’re on the other side of the prefecture so probably around two hours, maybe less. It’s hard to say.” It’s Hawks himself that can sense the smirk now. “You’re lucky I was in recruiting in the area. Especially with your back exposed like this. It would be too easy for someone to come and take advantage of your situation.”

“You mean like you’re about to suggest we do?” Hawks deadpans, really not in the mood for Dabi’s dramatics at the moment. “Normal bondage not enough for you?”

“Aw, come on, birdie, what’s got your feathers all ruffled?” Dabi asks as though Hawks isn’t stuck in a wall! 

“Hmmm, I don’t know, Dabi.” Hawks snips sarcastically. “Maybe its the fact that I’m running on four hours of sleep and a coffee, it's a little chilly, and, oh yeah, I. Am. Stuck. In. A. Wall like some doujin or something! Excuse me for not plastering on the PR smile that you can’t see anyway.” He mutters, crossing his arms on the other side. “And my connection is try to use it to act out one of those doujin.”

“Ouch, back down to connection.” Dabi hisses in amusement. “Harsh. And here I was just trying to help you pass the time. Are you not the least bit curious?”

Hawks is silent for a moment.

Well, now he is. 

“Dammit, Dabi,” Hawks mutters, able to sense the smirk grow from the amused hum. “Fine. You have lube?” 

“With how much we fuck in random warehouses?” Dabi snickers and Hawks feathers can hear something uncap. “What kind of amateur do you take me for?”

Hawks mutters just to be pissy before letting a feather slip in the cracks to protect his middle while Dabi gets his flight pants down. He shivers slightly at the sudden chill, but it’s quickly replaced by the sometimes sweltering heat that just comes with being around Dabi in general.

“Your tail feathers are coming back in,” Dabi notes, running a warm finger over a vein in one of the still-small feathers. “They’re cute.”

Hawks flushes on the other side of the wall at how the feathers raise in invitation and tattle about how nice it feels. Hawks had been forced to pluck them for so long that he didn’t remember what they feel like so they’re incredibly sensitive, and the heat of Dabi’s fingers on them might be one of his favourite things if it wouldn’t make the villain so smug. 

“And so responsive.” Dabi drawls, gripping them lightly. “I wonder if I’ll be able to use them like a handle when they’re their full size. Or even…”

Hawks can’t hold back a croon when Dabi drags his warm hand up the feathers like he would Hawks’ sick and it has a similar effect with how sensitive they are. “D-Dabi!”

He was suddenly regretting listening to Spinner’s mutant positivity since it was currently being used against him. 

Dabi hums questioningly, but he knows exactly what he’s doing and they both know it. “Yeah, those are going to be fun.” 

“I will go back to plucking them if you’re going to use them for evil.” Hawks warns only to pout when he is laughed at instead. 

“Probably shouldn’t let a villain fuck you then if you don’t want evil involved.” Dabi points out as Hawks’ feathers pick up the wet sound of lube. “And with such a tempting little toy twitching in front of me? It’d be cruel to both of us to deny myself that.”

Hawks just huffs, swatting at him with one of the feathers he had sent out to guard him and scowling when Dabi just laughs. His scowl very quickly turns to an embarrassed moan when trying to cover Dabi’s mouth with the feather earns him the drag of warm tongue and stitches right along the sensitive vein that makes his wings tremble on the side of the wall that most of him is on. “Fuuu- I’m still killing that doctor if I get my hands on him, but he definitely deserves a thanks for that little enhancement.”

Dabi smirks against the retreating feather, nipping at it before his lube-slicked hand returns to Hawks’ exposed ass. “Haven’t had a complaint yet. Ready?”

Hawks just lets his tail feathers rise more in invitation before shuddering when a warm finger prods his rim before sinking in. “Fuck.”

“Soon.” Dabi agrees, working his finger in slowly and keeping the temperature just right that Hawks can’t seem to help but relax around him. “Good boy. You open up so easily for me now, don’t you?”

Hawks’s face flushes on the other side of the wall as he tries not to squirm and shift the rubble. It was weird not being able to see Dabi. He can feel him—would know those hot fingers anywhere and especially inside him—but not being able to see him creates a weird sort of disconnect that sets off his fight or flight while also being strangely hot. His feathers puff up as another finger is added, beginning to properly work Hawks open, but if Dabi isn’t talking and Hawks ignores the familiar feelings through his feathers, it could be anyone back there and it makes him panic as much as it makes his wings tremble in interest. 

The hot hands and low, mean laugh combined with the distinct sound that his dramatic ass coat made, however, leaves no doubt in his mind who was behind him opening him up to use as a fuck hole and makes him hold in a coo when Dabi crooks his fingers just right to still drag a moan out of him. The villain is quick and efficient as though Hawks is nothing more than a glory hole or a toy, getting him stretched open without any of his usual pretty or mean words, but still using every trick he knows to get Hawks to open up for him with ease and for some reason that has Hawks hotter and more embarrassed than the villain’s dirty talk ever has. He's a top hero dammit, and here he was about to be used like a common whore. 

He hopes Dabi doesn't notice how his cock twitches between his legs or he’ll never hear the end of it. It'll be the topic of back alley tryst for months, whispered about filthily in his ear as he's fucked, and dammit, what has Dabi done to him that the mere thought turns him on so much? 

“For someone who was bitching so much just a few minutes ago, you sure are responsive now.” Dabi smirks as he pulls his fingers out of Hawks and smears the excess lube down the hero's dick just to make him choke on a moan. “Look at how hard you are. And so sensitive too. Tell me, hero, what's got you so worked up?” He asks as he starts undoing his belt and pulls down his zipper, watching Hawks' hole clench around nothing. “It's only been a week, have you really missed me that much?” 

Hawks groans, knowing the silence is too good to be true. “Just get on with it. I wanna get out of this wall and I doubt Spinner and Twice want a show whenever they get here.” 

Dabi just chuckles lowly, squirting more lube over Hawks' hole to make a mess more than anything and smearing some on his pierced cock as he lines up. “I doubt they'd care, and I owe Spinner some scarring for fucking Natsuo on the couch last week.” He hums, only sounding slightly annoyed as he drags his cock over Hawks' puckering hole just to see him shiver and hear him coo. “One of Twice’s voices might even ask to join in and what would you do then, hmm? You're stuck. Stuck in a wall with your ass to the world just begging to be fucked. You mentioned doujin, I think I have a marker somewhere. Can leave tallies on your ass as a little reminder. How does that sound?” 

Hawks tries to ignore how his wings puff in interest. It's not like it’d be the first time he was passed around the League, but unless they spoke, he wouldn't know who was fucking him until they were already inside and something about it sent a shiver through him and made his cock pulse with need. 

“Oh, you like that idea, don't you?” Dabi taunts. “We could make that happen, you know? Let Shiggy disintegrate a hole in the wall to stuff you in. Wonder if we could get a nomu involved? Though that would probably fuck you through the wall and I don't really want my birdie broken either.” Dabi hums in thought, unaware Hawks is definitely putting a pin in that for later. “Oh well.”

That’s all the warning Hawks gets before he chirps as Dabi starts pushing in with a curse, being merciless with each piercing that pops past Hawks' rim and grinds against his prostate. His wings knock shit off of shelves as they fly out and tremble, but Hawks pays it no mind as he's filled, Dabi as big as ever but giving him barely any time to get used to the feeling like back when they first started fucking months before. It burns a bit, both from the too-fast stretch and the heat, but fuck if Hawks hadn't missed it a little. 

“So fucking tight.” He hears Dabi hiss on the other side of the wall as probably his forehead thuds against the bricks. “Only your ass hanging out like this, it's like fucking a sex toy. Like one of those fake asses you can get? Hmm, wonder if you'll last longer than my last one.” He chuckles lowly.

Hawks opens his mouth to ask what the hell that means, but Dabi's already pulling his cock back out to slam it back in and Hawks cries out at the feeling. He digs his talons into the bricks around him, moaning as he's taken hard and fast, used like nothing more than a toy without any regard for his own pleasure which really shouldn't be as hot as it is but neither should fucking a villain be. 

“Dabi!” He moans, boots scraping against bricks as he tries to find some sort of leverage to thrust back against him, but that risked knocking bricks loose so he had to just dangle there like a good little fleshlight and take it. “Fuck! Harder!” 

Dabi chuckles meanly, hot hands gripping Hawks' hips almost enough to burn and definitely tight enough to bruise as he chases his own pleasure, squelching and slapping echoing in the alley as he abuses the hero’s lube sloppy hole like it was made for it. He grants his request for harder but does so under the stipulation of avoiding his prostate altogether just to hear Hawks chitter in frustration as Dabi enjoys the power trip. Hawks will use his safe words if there's an actual problem so until then, Dabi doesn't see a problem in having a little fun. It's been a while since he's fucked the blond rough and hard, and the hero knows Dabi will take care of him in the end either way. 

“Shit, birdie, you're squeezing me like you plan to take my dick off. That's not quick release like my mouth, you know?” Dabi chuckles morbidly as he continues pounding into his birdie. “But if you want my cock that badly, I'll be sure to give you Every. Last. Centimetre.” He growls, thrusting harder with each word against Hawks’ prostate before going back to avoiding it.

Hawks chirps and moans, feathers digging into the wall between them as they sharpen along with the ones outside if Dabi’s startled curse is anything to go by. 

“Hey, watch it! I thought I trained you out of trying to slice me to ribbons!” Dabi warns, smacking Hawks’ ass to get another chirp out of him and make him tighten around his cock. “Behave or I actually use you like a cum dump, and don’t let you cum.”

Hawks squawks in outrage, wings flapping against the wall. “Dabi!”

“Are you going to behave?” Dabi asks lowly, having stopped all movement. 

Hawks chitters, trying to squirm for stimulation, but he feels the wall shift around him and decides that’s a bad idea before slumping. “I’ll behave.”

“Good boy,” Dabi smirks before giving his ass another smack before starting to fuck him like he plans to break him. “Keep your word and you might actually get to cum this round.”

Hawks cries out as he’s fucked, feathers needing to fly around to help stabilise the wall even as he manages to snort. “You and what stamina, bacon bits?”

Normally, that would piss Dabi off and get Hawks fucked stupid just to prove a point because despite not being able to run more than a block without needing to find a place to hide and wheeze, Dabi definitely made up for it in the bedroom. Now though? Now he just laughs in a way that makes feathers sharpen again. “I think the ‘and what army’ would have been more accurate, pretty bird.”

Hawks chirps in confusion, too busy getting fucked to really try to piece it together until a hand cards through his hair to make him look up into the familiar turquoise eyes smirking down at him. “What the-”

“Like I said,” the new Dabi smirks, “‘and what army’. Did you forget Twice’s quirk and that Kurogiri exists?” 

Hawks blinks slowly before flushing red because he had, in fact, forgotten both of those things pretty much the second Dabi suggested this. “No?” He lies before realising, “Wait, why the hell am I still in the wall?!”

He can hear both Dabis and several more laughing and his feathers twitch trying to count. “You’re stuck in the perfect position to be our good little fuck toy, and we weren’t supposed to at least try?” The Dabi in front of him laughs. “If you had said no, Kurogiri would have already been portalling you out, but since you said yes~” 

Hawks tries to look away in embarrassment, but the hand in his hair prevents that so he’s stuck looking up at Dabi as he’s fucked hard from behind by possibly a clone of the same man. “So…uh…which one is the real one?” He asks, moaning as Dabi grinds along his prostate again. 

The Dabi in front of him smirks. “Tell you what, birdie.” He starts as he undoes his belt and unzips his pants until his cock can prod Hawks’ lips. “If you can guess, you can cum and rest. If you can’t, then you can still cum, but we keep going until you figure it out or pass out. Whichever comes first.” He tilts his head predatorily as he strokes himself to full hardness. “How does that sound?”

It sounds like a terrible deal is how it sounds. Hawks knows how good Twice is with his quirk, and that every clone will have the same memories as the others up until they’re given autonomy. That’s a game he’s guaranteed to lose. 

Unfortunately, he’s always been too fast for his own good, and that includes his mouth. “Deal.”

Dabi grins like the cat that caught the canary as he pulls blond hair and the Dabi outside thrusts harder to make Hawks cry out. “Don’t even think of backing out, slut. Now open up.”

Hawks shudders, opening his mouth wide to let the villain inside before moaning as his mouth is filled with cock and at the knowledge that Dabi is spit-roasting him by himself. 

Normally he would get to lick and suck some or at least enjoy the weight of his cock and the feel of his piercings, but much like the Dabi outside with his ass, the one in front of him seems to be set on using him and immediately starts fucking Hawks face, only readjusting when he gags a little too hard to be considered sexy, but not once stopping. This leaves Hawks getting brutally fucked and stuffed full at both ends by the same, and fuck, Hawks did not know this was a thing for him but it has his cock aching to be touched as he moans. 

Having already started before the other was even revealed, it doesn’t take much longer for the Dabi outside to start getting sloppy, gripping Hawks’ hips tight and burying himself to the hilt as he cums hard inside the hero. Hawks feels the wall shift slightly when Dabi has to pull his hands away to not burn Hawks, but Hawks can’t really be bothered to care until a feather hears a marker uncap.

…

He feels a line being drawn on his ass. 

…

This fucker did not just put a tally on his ass!

The Dabi in front of him must realise that Hawks figured it out because he laughs at the mortification in Hawks’ eyes. “We told you we brought a marker.” He smirks. He doesn’t bother stopping to let Hawks respond, still fucking Hawks’ throat as another Dabi lines up to push into Hawks’ already sloppy hole and makes him moan around the cock in his mouth. 

Hawks had considered the fact that Twice’s clones were impeccable. He had considered Dabi maybe lying about who was the real one. What he had failed to consider is that he just wouldn’t be given a chance to answer and would instead remain stuck in the wall being used as Dabi’s fuck doll until he passed out or tapped out and he manages an honestly pathetic warble at the realisation. 

“Aww, what’s wrong, pretty bird?” The Dabi in front of him coos mockingly. “Did you finally realise what you signed up for?”

A choked chirp manages to escape that quickly turns into another moan as his eyes roll back when the new Dabi behind him starts targeting his prostate rather than avoiding it, both Dabi’s laughing at the little display as Hawks tightens around the one in his ass. He hopes Dabi didn’t expect him to hold out because there was no way he was going to last like this. 

Sure enough, it’s not long before Hawks tenses up, his feathers trembling as he tries to hold off on cumming, and manages to focus his eyes enough to see Dabi smirking down at him. “What’s wrong, baby bird? Are you about to cum?” The smirk grows when Hawks makes an affirmative noise. “You haven’t even guessed yet. Hmmm, tell you what. If you can get it right right now, you can cum and we’ll finally get you out. If not, then we get to keep fucking you even after you do. How does that sound?” Just repeating the original deal in slightly different words, knowing Hawks is too desperate to notice.

Hawks groans, knowing he’s being set up but snaps once for yes, gasping when the Dabi in front of him finally pulls out of his throat. He hadn’t even been properly fucking his face, just lazily grinding and making Hawks cock warm him. 

“Well, pretty bird? Who is it?” Dabi hums, leering down at him in amusement. “The first one, me, the second one, or do you think I’m still waiting?”

Hawks coughs, trying to clear his head enough to think with the second Dabi still targeting his prostate, but it was difficult when everything in him was torn between cumming and not cumming, and what was the question again? 

As though to remind him, the Dabi behind him gives another slow grind against his prostate that makes his toes curl in his dangling boots as he croons.

“Well, baby bird?” The Dabi in front of him prods with a wicked smirk. “Who's it gonna be?” 

Hawks groans, shaking his head to try to clear it, but the Dabi outside seems dead set on keeping him cock dumb and he moans instead, making another stupid decision. “I still get to cum if I don't figure it out?” He croaks, voice gravely from being face fucked and used as a cock sleeve.

Dabi grins wickedly, nodding. “As much as you want, but we don't stop until we're done.” He confirms.

Hawks chirps at another deliberate grind against his sensitive bundle of nerves and barely holds off cumming. “First one. Fuck it. Just let me-” 

Dabi’s smirk widens, shaking his head and making a buzzer noise. “EHH! Sorry, birdie, guess you're ours to play with.” He laughs as he grips Hawks’ hair again before going back to bullying his throat. “You can cum now though.” 

That's honestly all Hawks cares about as he moans and warbles around the cock in his mouth and cums hard over his barely pulled-down pants and onto the ground with the next pass over his prostate that leaves his ears ringing with the intensity. 

True to their word, however, the Dabi’s don’t stop. 

None of them do. 

Hawks hasn’t even finished cumming and the Dabi behind him is this fucking him like it’s all Hawks is good for as the one in front of him continues to alternate between fucking his throat and using him as a cock warmer. The approximately three seconds he is allotted for post-nut clarity tells him that he is an idiot, and the one in front of him is probably his, but then the one behind him is adding to the mess the first one already left in his ass and kind of shorts out his brain when he decides to cum right against his prostate. 

Was one of them sucking on a surveillance feather? One was definitely playing with one like a cherry stem sans actually twisting it, but it was mind-numbingly distracting all the same. 

And he had agreed to all of them.

There’s barely a second humiliating tally on his ass before another one is sliding in. The sane part of him really wishes he could concentrate enough to figure out how many were out there, but he’s already having a hard enough time remembering how not to choke on Dabi’s cock so how many times he’s fucked quickly becomes the least of his concerns so long as he gets to cum. They’re leaving tallies anyway, he can just count them later if he remembers how. 

With the ways they’re fucking him though? Yeah, he’ll be lucky if he remembers his old name. 

It’s by the fourth Dabi in his ass that he starts losing track of what’s happening to him. His throat is sore and his ass is aching, but his head is perfectly fuzzy as the Dabi in front of him plays with his nipples, and two of the Dabis behind him are figuring out how to get a boot off of him to be able to spread his legs wider. It’s when the fifth and sixth enter start trying to enter him at the same time that he cries out with another orgasm and loses all sense of time from there. 

They’re so fucking big and stuff him so full. How they’re managing to move him around without affecting the building Hawks doesn’t know but having so many piercings grinding against his sensitive walls so thoroughly has his eyes rolling back on a moan. 

It's hours before they’re finally done with him, and Hawks doesn’t know if it's a continuous stream of different Dabi’s or the same few over and over, but he’s nearly unconscious in the wall and has been coming dry for a while. 

“How you doing, pretty bird?” The Dabi in front of him asks, holding his cheek carefully, running his thumb over the apples.

Hawks blinks at him slowly before smiling goofily in a daze. “You’re my Dabi, aren’t you?” 

Dabi grins wickedly though there is a tone of fondness in bright turquoise eyes. “Took you long enough.” He snickers, leaning forward to kiss Keigo’s dick-swollen lips and teasingly lick up some of the drool to hear him chirp. “Or did you just want fucked stupid?”

Hawks hums, doing his best to nuzzle into the finally gentle touches. “I figured it out a little after my wrong answer.” He admits. “But you changed the rules to one guess.”

Dabi chuckles, kissing Keigo again just to get another chirp. “Catch the did you, birdie? Yeah, thought running a train on you with just me sounded kind of hot.” He shrugs, grinning wolfishly. “I can’t wait to see what state your ass is in. I bet we had to use both cheeks. 

Hawks’ face flames as bright as the wings he suddenly tries to hide in. “Did not!” He squawks, honestly having no clue. “How many of you were there anyway?” 

“Hmmm, eight total, including me.” Dabi hums after a moment of thought. “But who knows how many rounds they went. I couldn’t really count from in here, and you didn’t look like you were keeping track.” He says with a tone of amusement.

Hawks just chuckles breathlessly. “Yeah, counting wasn’t an option. Numbers are imaginary, right?”

Dabi snorts at Hawks’ raspy mumbling, petting through blond hair soothingly to get a chirp. “Ready to get out of the wall, baby bird? Access the damage?”

“There is cum leaking out of my ass, Dabs. I have an idea.” Hawks mumbles. “But yes I want out of the wall. My ribs and stomach hurt.”

“Yeah, I wonder why.” Dabi snickers before standing up, and calling to the other side of the wall as he pulls his phone out to start texting. “If you assholes are done basting the turkey, get his pants pulled up and his belt back on! Kurogiri is on his way.”

Hawks doesn’t know whether to huff about being called a turkey or laugh about Dabi calling himself an asshole, but he does chirp when what he quickly realises is a plug gets shoved in his hole and squirms. “Dabi!”

“Do you want cum leaking in your pants?” Dabi smirks, ruffling Hawks’ hair as the blond pouts and Dabi presses send. It’s just as his belt is being refastened that he hears a familiar sigh from outside. 

“Are you finished defiling our friend here?” Kurogiri asks in his usual even tone. 

“Yup. All wrapped and ready for transport.” A Dabi outside smirks before patting Hawks’ spanked sore rear and making him yelp. 

“Hmm, somehow I doubt there was any wrap involved, but as long as you are both clean, very well.” Kurogiri hums seconds before darkness envelopes Hawks and deposits him on Dabi’s bed with a groan. 

Fuck, he hurt. Just how much did they fuck him?

It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Dabi comes through a portal of his own looking way too smug about the state Hawks is in. “Have fun, pretty bird?”

“My ass hurts and my legs feel like jelly.” Hawks pouts, scowling when Dabi just laughs. 

“Oh, calm down feathers, you knew how to tap out,” Dabi smirks as he comes over to the bed to pet through blond hair and make Hawks trill grumpily. “Want a bath? Twice managed to fix the water heater at this one.”

Hawks hums, his already tired body easily relaxing to Dabi’s warm hands. “Yeah. Some asshole decided to leave tally marks on my ass like some cheap doujin.” He grins fondly.

Dabi just snorts, helping Hawks up and helping support his weight to the bathroom. “Want to see how many, birdie? Waiting through six other clones is plenty of time to recharge after all, and you let us fuck you for hours.”

Hawks’ face flushes a pretty shade of red, but curiosity killed the cat and all that. “...I guess I could peek while you’re helping get your cum out of me…” He mumbles shyly, swatting Dabi with a wing when he laughs. 

“Hey, watch it.” Dabi bats at the wing in fake annoyance. “Keep that up and you can get the cum out yourself.”

They both knew he was full of shit, and he proves it barely ten minutes later when he bends Hawks over in the shower to lick it out of him like a freak. 

Hawks doesn’t even try to look back as he moans and whines. He already saw it in the mirror. 

Twenty-seven fucking tallies, the absolute menaces. 

Or rather, just one menace in particular.

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[wobblesthecowgirl]

I'm No O’Driscoll!

Chapter One: Rescue Mission

Tags: Arthur Morgan x Femreader, enemies to lovers, O'Driscoll reader, game plot, Arthur doesn't have tuberculosis, eventual smut, 18+, mild gore

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This is my first rdr2 ff! This is also my first time posting ff on tumblr so I hope it's set up nicely! I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading! I hope to make this a long series.

Despite being apart of the gang, Y/n hated the O’Driscoll’s. Except for Kieran Duffy, who acted like her brother, like her partner in crime. Which was how she found herself in Horseshoe Overlook after following the Van Der Linde Gang.

She used her binoculars to get a better look. It was nighttime, so the only light she had was the moon and the warm glow of the campfire. She pinpointed Kieran, who was sitting on the grass with his hands tied behind a tree. He looked malnourished and weak. The anger upon seeing his sorry state only worsened for the woman, as she sat to think of a plan. She groaned in annoyance. This wasn’t what she usually did. I’m a sniper, she thought to herself, not a stealthy hero.

There were too many people around for her to use her actual skills, so her best bet was to sneak behind the tree and cut him loose without cause a scene. Shoving her binoculars in her satchel and making her way over with her knife in hand, she was able to get to the tree.

“Kieran!” Y/n whisper shouted, causing the poor man to jump out of his skin. He turned his head around, and his eyes widened when he saw who it was.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“Getting you, dumbass.” She already started cutting at the rope, which was too thick for her knife.

“Leave me! This gang is real scary.” He pleaded, “If they catch you, you’ll end up like me…or worse!”

She ignored his pleas for her to abandon him and focused on getting the rope loose. She was halfway there, the rope almost freeing him, when she got caught.

“Hey!” The voice was low and gruff. Y/n snapped her head up to see a tall, broad man with a beaten cowboy hat on, pointing a pistol right at her. She moved away from the tree slowly, but before she could make a run for it, he shot her in the thigh. She instantly fell to the ground, screaming in agony as she held the wound in hopes to stop the bleeding. The fabric of her jeans didn’t help ease the pain as it was now sticking to her wound.

The man ran towards her, pulling her up harshly and propping her up against the tree next to Kieran, who was calling out to her, as she was tied up. He was right, she was now in the exact same position she was in. 

The man who shot her was glaring as others from the gang showed up. 

“Dutch!” The man called out for the ringleader, who jogged over.

“What is it, Arthur?” 

The man she now knew as Arthur gestured at her sorry state before replying, “We have another O’Driscoll, I caught her trying to free our friend Kieran.” 

Everyone was staring at her whimpering state. Her hair was messy from the journey over, her black button up top had been untucked from her jeans, her satchel and belt were barely intact, and her wound was only getting worse. 

“Well now, she doesn’t seem like that much of a threat!” Dutch chuckled, earning a glare from Y/n.

“You shot me!” She hissed at Arthur, who seemed surprised by her feisty nature despite bleeding out; she knew it was a risky move, especially as she was becoming lightheaded. 

Arthur pointed at her, his eyebrows furrowed, “Of course I did. You snuck onto our camp, trying to free our prisoner!” He then turned to a woman with black hair in a messy bun.

“Abigail, will you please tend to her wound. Can’t interrogate her if she dies on us.” 

Abigail nodded her head as he thanked her, and she soon returned with medical supplies. Everyone kept a close eye on her, hatred in their eyes. An older man with a grey hair spoke up to Dutch, “Are you sure it’s wise to have another O’Driscoll on camp? Having too many may cause a riot.” 

“I think this is a great opportunity!” The gang’s leader said, “She came all this way for him, so they must care for one another. We can use that against them when getting the information we need on Colm.” 

Y/n’s eyes were going fuzzy, and Kieran’s cries were starting to sound far away. Abigail made her way over with the med kit; she seemed to be talking to the wounded O’Driscoll but was ignored as she began to pass out. 

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When she awoke again, the sunlight blinded her, and every inch of her body ached. Her arms were cramped, her neck snore, but the biggest pain was her thigh, which felt like it had been beaten and set on fire. She looked down to see the wound had been disinfected and sewn up, and the fabric had been cut a little to get to it, leaving her thigh exposed. 

“Y/n! You’re awake! Oh, I was so worried!” Kieran’s voice caught her attention, who sighed with relief; he was stood up, most likely to stretch his legs. 

“I’m sorry.” Were her first words to him, she stretched her legs out in front of her and winced as a sharp stabbing pain went up her leg. 

“No, I’m sorry. It’s my fault you got shot, and now you’re a hostage too.” He also apologised, a sympathetic look on his face which matched that of a kicked puppy.

“Hey, don’t go crying now.” She warned him, rolling her eyes like she always did. He nodded his head but looked away, probably to go against her request. However, her attention was diverted to the very man who shot her, as he strode over to her. 

“You’re awake.” He stated, standing in front of her, making her look up at him from her seating position. He must’ve been at least six two and built like a brick house. Either way, she wasn’t winning a physical fight against him any time soon. 

“I appear to be.” She stated, deciding to be cocky. If she was going to die, she wanted to die with her dignity and sarcasm. He clicked his tongue, clearly not impressed with her quick remark. 

“I wouldn’t get smart if I were you. Someone in your position can’t afford to be arrogant.” He folded his arms as she scoffed, shaking her head.

“My position? You mean shot in the leg and tied up? If anything, I think this calls for sarcastic remarks towards the very man who put me in this predicament.” 

“I hope you talk this much when I ask you about Colm.” He sighed, rubbing is eyes and placing one hand on his hip. She went quiet, realising being shot and tied up were probably the start of a long, antagonising death. 

“Well don’t get quiet now.” Arthur snapped, but she looked away from him, receiving a small groan from the older man. 

“We can start of easy.” He began, “What’s your name?” 

Still facing away from him, she replied, “Why should you get the honours of knowing that?” 

“I can see that wasn’t an easy question.” The irritation was laced in his words as she refused to cooperate. She looked up at him again, who had an impatient look on his face. It seemed he wasn’t going to leave till she answered.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” She mocked, the same irritation in her words. He shot me, why should I make this easy for him?

“Are you a child?” He scoffed, his eyes narrowing but still answered her, “Arthur. Arthur Morgan.”

She hummed after hearing his name, and then fell silent. The wind picked up, causing Y/n’s hair to get messier, and creating goosebumps along her skin. The man sighed before walking towards Kieran who instantly cowered. Her once bored attitude was no more, now she was on high alert.

“Look,” Arthur began, “I ain’t gonna hit you, I don’t hit ladies. But I do hit men, and you clearly care for this one. If you don’t start talking, he’s gonna get hurt, and you don’t want him to get hurt, do you?” 

She watched as Arthur swung his leg back and kicked her friend hard on the shin, causing him to crouch down in pain and wriggle his bound wrists. 

“Alright! It’s Y/n L/n! You asshole!” She spat at him, trying to get the man away from Kieran. Arthur smirked and made his way back over to the woman. Oh, how I would love to smack that smug look off his face. 

“There we go, that’s much better. Well Miss L/n, you wanna tell me where Colm O’Driscoll is hiding?”

“I don’t know. He doesn’t care to share that type of information with me.”

“Is that so?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing a word she said. All she could do was nod her head, not bothering to develop her answer further. Arthur shrugged his shoulders, “Suit yourself. The longer you put off telling us, the longer you go without food.” He stated before turning around and walking off back to his tent, leaving Y/n to glare daggers at his back.

“This is real bad. I’ve gone days without food, I can’t take it much longer.” Kieran made sure Arthur was gone before her conversed with her. She tried moving her leg again, but the pain was unbearable.

 

“Just you wait Kieran. We are going to get out of here, and I’ll make sure I snipe that man right between his eyes. Whatever you do, don’t tell them anything. We won’t be able to go back, we’d be hung for selling Colm out.” 

Kieran rested the back of his head against the tree, looking dead ahead.

“I don’t think I want to go back.”

“We don’t have a choice,” She exhaled, “We would be hunted down if we tried to be lone wolves. We are bound to the O’Driscoll gang till we die. Let’s just make sure our death is merciful.” 

With that, the two captives fell silent, watching the rest of the campers go about their day: eating, doing chores, and laughing with one another as the days ticked on. 

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[mncxbe]

𝒹𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 × 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: nsfw, oral (reader reciving), jealous dazai, cunty dazai as always, subby reader.

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you can dazai were coworkers, you've been working together in the ada for a while now, in this time period you and him got pretty close.

you've always noticed the little thing that dazai would do just for you or his change of behavior when he is around you.

the little things like his eyes softening when looking at you, or talking in a softer voice tone when he was with you, helping you in your missions if he was your partner in them, or always being there for you when even you felt just a little blue.

but you also noticed the tension between you two, as time passed, dazai would became a bit too comfortable sometimes. not that you mind it though, you enjoyed being in his company, you also had a bit of a crush on him, but just a little crush, that's what you thought..

you loved the way he'd give you butterflies when he'd put his hand on your waist so casually, while you'd freeze and try to process what's going on.

or when he'd crass your thigh in meetings, specialy when you were talking, making you stutter on your words and shooting a glare at him, to get him to stop. he'd stop, give you a wink before leaving you alone with a flushed face.

but you thought he was just being himself and this was just his normal behavior.

however, you didn't notice that he was going to make you cum on hid tongue so much that you'd lose track, just because you didn't notice that another one of his "co-workers" was being a bit "too friendly" with you just a minute ago.

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you were done with your last task and you were ready to head back, when you saw dazai coming into the room, you were not surprised, because usually you'd go after each other and say goodbye.

but it was a bit odd when he came up to you and he hadn't spoken a word yet,

"dazai, are you oka- mpfh-" you said, but before you could finish your sentence he cut you off by grabbing your waist and pulling you into an aggressive kiss.

you were shocked by his action, but didn't cut him off, instead you kissed him back, running your hand through his fluffy hair, pushing him closer.

the kiss got heated quickly, without breaking the kiss, he made you sit down on the desk, getting between your legs. you wrapped your legs around his waist and his hand went to unbutton your shirt.

suddenly, he broke the kiss to give your body some attention too, making you bite back a whimper.

he pulled your shirt down to expose more of your neck, he licked his lips and started kissing your neck aggressively. you bit your lip to silence your whimpers, and he noticed it.

and suddenly in the middle of him painting your pretty neck red and purple with his love marks, he bit on your neck hard, making you moaned under his touch, causing him to smirk. "let me hear you, my pretty girl"

his voice made a shiver ran down your spine, under his touch, you felt so small compared to him. hearing his words, you felt yourself getting wetter by the second.

"touch me dazai, please" you said with a neediness in your voice, just for him.

seeing how you were looking at him with your pretty eyes that were filled for lust, begging him to give you more, whimpering under him, how could he refuse?

he knew that whatever he'd want to give you, you'd take it like the good girl you were, so he finally decided to stop the teasing and give his girl whatever she wanted.

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pulling down your soaked underwear, he couldn't wait any longer, he spread your legs further, giving him a full view of your dripping cunt, making him more desperate to have a taste of you.

ready to dig into his dessert, gripping your thighs, he positioned himself between your legs, giving your thighs hot mouthed kisses, telling you that you're his and his only, how you were perfect for him and how he wanted to make you feel amazing. how he'd make you scream his name by the end of the night, while your cunt is dripping for him, clenching around nothing.

he finally pushed his tongue inside your needy cunt, earning a loud moan from you, felling your hand run through his hair. he lapped at your sweet juice, moaning at the taste, feeling the wet spot on his pants growing bigger.

your legs were on his shoulders, his hand keeping your legs open. the room was filled with the sounds of your whimpers and his moans that were muffled by you shoving his head further between your legs.

your mind was getting foggier with how good he was making you feel with just his tongue, the thought of how you'd feel, when his cock is inside of you Instead of his tongue, was making you feel yourself getting closer.

your breathing becoming irregular, you begged him to go faster, but your babblings were muffled by him slurping at your cunt.

a grin appeared on his lips, he sped up his moves, his tongue was pushing in and out of your pussy fastly, kissing your pretty cunt, ripping pretty moans and whimpers from you, your hands gripped onto his hair harder, squeezing his head between your legs, making the man under you moan.

you finally felt the knot in your stomach snap, you let out a loud moan, arching your back for him, your hot cum spilling on his tongue.

coming down from your high, you eventually looked down, seeing dazai, who was lapping up your cum, slowly making out with your cunt.

"well that was a new side of you wasn't it?" he said, looking up and smirking at you.

you felt your face becoming red, because he was right, this was a totally new side of you.

"more, please?" you said while stroking his hair.

he let out a chuckle, unbuttoning his pants,

"of course, it's not like I'm gonna stop any time soon. not until your body can't handle it, and you're screaming my name over and over. but first, let's get rid of these" he said, getting on top of you.

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hii dear, how's it goin? just a little drabble i had, thought you'd like it! ⭑

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the let me hear you my pretty girl had me WEAK in the knees. i love how accurately you portray Dazai this is so good nonnie aaaa literally made my morning🥹🩷

#⋆.ೃ࿔*:･love notes #you write so well nonnie♡ please send me more if you wanna🥰🩷 #i offer eepy catzai in return