#i’m supposed to be the one who likes the ‘ugly’ ass fuckers

[unnerving-presence]

i’ve never been so attracted to a genuinely attractive man in my life until i saw wesker

dude broke the curse of me liking the ‘ugly’ bitches of resident evil/dbd

#simp time #but he’s so genuinely attractive holy fuck #not even like #that he’s a monstrosity but it’s ok bc i like monsters #or that he’s not conventionally attractive but i like that shit anyways #like an actually attractive dude that other people can go ‘yeah he’s good looking’ even if they aren’t attracted to him #he’s just hot #wesker how dare you #i’m supposed to be the one who likes the ‘ugly’ ass fuckers #i love wesker i love wesker i love wesker #i’m too far deep yall this hyperfixation gon last another 3-4 months #if i’m lucky another year because i love resident evil i do far too much research for my own good #ever since nemesis came out in dbd i’ve been like 😳😳😳 for resident evil #so thanks bhvr you’ve given me a great gift

[blametheeditor]

Mike Messed Up: Chapter 3

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Warnings: frequent cursing. Mentions of murder and death. Slight gore mentions. Briefly being restrained.

Back Of Book Summary: Mike was just another night guard waiting to be killed by the end of the week. No more, no less. The thing is, how exactly are you supposed to react to your victim never hearing Phone Guy's messages, and instead is assigned to clean the dining room long after the clock strikes midnight?

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For the third time Mike walks down the hallway of Freddy's Pizzeria, much more energized now that he got to see the badass looking fox who's tucked away.

When he first arrived the place looked like a dump and it seemed as if the place was just waiting for something bad to happen. Now on the third night, everything seems so much better, so, welcoming. It's a nice fucking change at least.

Plopping into the swivel chair Mike spins himself in a circle, laughing like a two year old as the air rushes past his face.

Suddenly, a telephone ringing interrupts the silence and joy of his night.

"What the fuck now?" he growls as he reaches for the ugly phone. Picking up the receiver he doesn't even try to hide the venom in his voice for ruining his great time spinning in the leather chair. "What do you want?"

But the phone rings again.

Mike throws the phone's receiver away like it was a poisonous snake and stares at it. Once again the ringing comes, but then is cut off by something else.

"Hello, hello?"

It's a fucking recording.

"Hey you're doing great! Most people don't last this long. I mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now. I'm not implying that they died. Th-th-that's not what I meant."

"WHAT!" Mike jerks to a stand and stumbles away from the old-ass telephone as it keeps talking, the more it did the worse it got.

"Uh, anyway I better not take up too much of your time. Things start getting real tonight."

"REAL!" Mike grabs at his hair then takes a deep breath. It's just a recording. Either some mental fucker is talking, or someone is playing a trick on him. It can't be anything more…

"Uh... Hey, listen, I had an idea: if you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uhh, try playing dead! You know, go limp. Then there's a chance that, uh, maybe they'll think that you're an empty costume instead. Then again if they think you're an empty costume, they might try to... stuff a metal skeleton into you. I wonder how that would work. Yeah, never mind, scratch that. It's best just not to get caught."

"GET CAUGHT BY WHO FUCKER!" Mike screams. What the hell was this phone guy talking about? Stuffed into a Freddy suit? Stuff a metal skeleton into him? Best not to get caught? What was going on!

Whipping around to stare at the desk accusingly he finds there are no pieces of paper waiting for him. The desk is empty of something for him personally for once. So what was this recording about? Apparently Mr. Seal only needed a few things cleaned for a few nights, but now he's supposed to do his real job tonight. And that tape might've been one of many, which Mike has no fucking idea how to get.

"It's okay, I'm fine. Just think it over. He says don't get caught. That could mean anything from a criminal to a goddamn ghost haunting this shitty place. So, find whoever I need to stay away from." Remembering the doors from his first night Mike clicks the right one to see it slide down, the thunk of metal hitting tile and alerting anyone in the restaurant that the door was closed, effectively sealing him away from danger.

Nodding at the mechanics of it he opens the door and clicks on the light, peering down the hall to see what little it illuminates. Okay, so ways to protect myself. Now what.

His eyes search the desk, past the fan and cupcake, to soak in the sight of a tablet sitting on the edge. Quickly picking it up he flips it on and stares at the stage where Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy stand frozen in place. Now he has a way to see the restaurant. Now he can tell if some creepy ass person was coming for him or a criminal had the balls to rob the dump.

Flipping through the different cameras Mike quickly grows calmer as the time passes by.

I'm all alone, no one is in any of the rooms, I'm completely safe. The recording must've been made like a hundred years ago and has no correlation to me in any fucking way. Just sit back, relax, and look at the-

Mike's blood freezes as he looks at the show stage another time.

The giant purple rabbit, Bonnie, was gone.

...

Freddy knew something was up the second the new guard walked into the office at 11:59 and didn't come back out after 12:00.

Both nights before this Mr. Schmidt always was in the dining room with them at 12:00, meaning the recordings that always warned unnotified guards about the gang and their nightly activities were never heard by the man. So having the guard come in a little later than normal, and stay in the office at 12:00 when the shift starts, could only mean that something was going on.

"Bonnie. Are you up for a game of hide-and-seek?" Freddy asks.

"Oh hell yes." The rabbit smiles when he sees the red dot of the camera is off, signaling the guard wasn't looking at him. Turning to the stairs, he stops before he walks off stage. "Uh, you want me to stuff him Fred?"

"No. I want to know what happened," Freddy explains. Bonnie smiles again and quickly hops off to the middle of the dining room, softly hollering to Foxy that he was off to the office.

Getting back into his regular pattern before Schmidt appeared, Bonnie smirks as the camera light keeps coming back to him over and over, each time faster than the last. Either Schmidt was more of a pussy than he thought, or he was too stupid to know he was wasting power.

Slowly Bonnie makes his way closer to the office, smiling like a kid with a brand new toy as the guard seems to panic when he gets to the space right outside of his door, yet not leaning on the frame like he loves to do to waste power.

"Shit shit SHIT!" is heard filtering into the hallway. The rabbit smirks and as the camera flickers off, and then the hallway light, he saunters on over to the door frame, leaning against it casually as if greeting an old friend.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Mike screams when he sees the giant purple rabbit right fucking there.

"We thought you'd come say hi," it smiles, and Mike screams as he quickly presses the door button. The rabbit doesn't move an inch as it slides down, and only when it's sealed tight does Mike finally start to breathe again.

"YOU CAN FUCKING TALK! AND MOVE!"

"Wow, not much brains in there." Bonnie moves to the window and waves a small greeting to the flustered nightguard. "Name's Bonnie. Just wanted to check why you didn't join us tonight. Even though I love having a door slam shut right in front of my face, seeing you without the steel is always good too."

"W-what about the o-others."

"Oh we all move and talk. And way before you ever walked through those doors." His head tilts to the side as he watches Mike race to the other door and slams it shut. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"I'M NOT LETTING ANY OF YOU FUCKERS IN HERE!" Mike screams, acting as if it was obvious. Bonnie's eyes roll as he processes what the guard said. Apparently he's too stupid to notice the power level.

"That drains power dumbass."

At the rabbit's words, Mike hurriedly grabs the tablet, paling when he sees he's using maximum power.

"D-damn it all! Are you gonna s-stuff me like the r-recording said!" Those red eyes widen as the rabbit slowly nods.

"So it was the tapes that made you change your normal routine." Bonnie glances away then looks back up at the guard's frantic eyes. "Listen kid, we ain't gonna hurt you. I know it seems bad with seven foot tall animatronics who suddenly are sentient, with someone leaving messages about God knows what, but you kinda did something no other human has done for us before. Meaning you don't have to worry about us."

There's a moment of silence as Bonnie scratches the back of his neck nervously. After a few minutes of no sound coming from the office his eyes flicker up to widen at the guard shaking his head.

"Get the HELL away from me! Y-you said the door d-drains my battery. So LEAVE!"

"Fine, fine, fine. Have it your way." And with that Bonnie simply walks away as Mike stares incredulously after his fading form.

"He didn't sound too happy," Freddy comments as Bonnie climbs back on stage.

"Pissed would be putting it lightly. Wanting to rip our fucking heads off is more likely," he confirms.

"But you didn't try to get him," Chica says.

"Sure didn't. But he's real spooked. Wouldn't even talk, just demanded answers and shit like that." Bonnie shrugs but smiles as Foxy walks out of the cove and nods to the camera, it's red light on.

"The landlubber be was'en his power."

"I hope he can at least last until fi-" Freddy gets cut off as what little lights were on suddenly shut off, sealing them in darkness. A distant scream sounds from the office and the bear sighs, knowing it was only three in the morning.

"I told him!" Bonnie sings.

"Wait here. I'll go find him." The leader of the gang carefully slides off the stage and begins to walk toward the door. The urge to drag Mr. Schmidt by the hair to the parts and service room, where his dying screams would only be heard by the four of them was strong. It'd be incredibly easy to forget the good deed the man did and simply kill him like all the others. He was here for a reason, working the night shift. It's logical to end his suffering...

"No no no no! N-not the dark! N-not the doors opening! P-p-p-please!"

Whatever feelings of killing this man vanish as Freddy hears the sobbing of the poor boy. Carefully walking up to the office's doors, he mentally curses as the Toreador March begins to play, an automatic whenever the bear finds a human in the dark, his programming claiming it would soothe scared children.

For Mike though, it had the exact opposite effect.

"NO!" he screams, Freddy staring at the sobbing man curled into the corner furthest away from him. "NO! PLEASE JUST GO AWAY! THE DARK IS ALREADY SCARY WITHOUT BEING STUFFED IN A FAZFUCK SUIT!"

Freddy sighs as the march plays its course, waiting for it to end so he could properly talk to the man. It was obvious he didn't want any of the animatronics near, but the bear wanted to help. So help is what Mr. Schmidt was going to get.

As soon as the song stops playing the guard begins to calm down. Slowly walking in, Freddy's night vision showed exactly where Mr. Schmidt sits while he has no clue where Freddy stood.

Not until his powerful arms wrap around the man.

"NO!" The man begins to thrash, screaming as he kicks and punches everything he can. Freddy is pleasant with simply holding the man until he calmed down, but as an elbow strikes his nose and makes a soft squeaking sound, a growl escapes the animatronic's throat.

"MR. SCHMIDT!"

Mike freezes at how close the voice is, how demanding it is. He's suddenly glad he can't see anything in the dark that envelops the two, knowing it'd make him die from a heart attack if he saw the animatronic now.

"C-can't you just k-kill me quickly?" Mike whispers.

"We have no intentions what so ever to kill you. We simply want to thank you for the great thing you did last night." The man doesn't respond to this and Freddy smiles at a job well done. At least Mr. Schmidt was listening instead of cowering or screaming, though it was obvious he was traumatized. "Just stand up on your feet and we'll go to the dining room."

"S-so you're n-not gonna kill me?" Mike asks. He can't believe it. Not only were these things alive, but they might have a habit of stuffing night guards into fazbear suits. Or, as the guy on the phone put it oh so well, stuff a metal skeleton into him.

"No Mr. Schmidt. You're as safe with us as you would be with your family." Freddy hesitates when the sentence makes the man gulp and gently hoists him to his feet. "There is a flashlight in the first drawer. Grab it before we head out to the hallway."

Mike shakenly takes his arms out of the bear's grip as he nods, not knowing if it can see the movement. Feeling around in the darkness he almost succumbs to the haunting black abyss surrounding him and collapse. But that would mean the animatronics can grab him without a fight and no way in hell will he let that happen.

Taking a deep breath he feels for the drawer and grins when he finds the flashlight.

"Thank God there's light," Mike smiles as he flips it on and turns to the bear, shrieking at the sight of the seven foot animatronic leaning over him in the shadows, and promptly drops the light as it makes a bright circle on the wall.

"You should keep a better grip on your tools Mr. Schmidt," Freddy sighs as he picks up the fallen light. Turning back to the man, his eyes widen at how he's frozen in fear.

"Y-you really are h-here. In the r-room. I kinda th-thought someone was p-pulling a shitty ass j-joke. But, no. You're, you're r-really here."

"Yes Mr. Schmidt, we're really here. Bonnie was at your door earlier."

"Well y-yeah. But that was in the l-light. I mean, it could've b-been a trick." At Freddy's raised eyebrow and unimpressed expression, Mike huffs. "I'm freaked out okay! This, this shouldn't be happening!"

"But I promise you are completely safe," Freddy offers, resting a paw on the man's shoulder and offers the flashlight back. Taking the only source of light that could possibly used to ward off these, things.

The guard looks back and forth between the paw and the bear it belongs to, until he finally nods. Freddy grins like a madman as he then uses Mike's shoulder to steer him into the hallway, and Mike couldn't do anything about it even if he wanted to.

Chapter 1  |  Chapter 2  |  Chapter 3  |  Chapter 4  |  Chapter 5  |  Chapter 6  |  Chapter 7  |  Chapter 8  |  Chapter 9

#FNAF #Mike Messed Up #tw #trigger warning #no editing around here #we die like phone guy on night four #older writing #BTE writing

[everyounceofhate]

1/15/2023

I think Paul or my Dad said recently I should start writing down things that happen day to day so I remember who I’ve talked to or what I’ve done, so I might try to get in the habit. That way I can have a clearer record of what I’m dealing with. Anyway.

Didn’t get to sleep until about 8am, woke up around 2ish, but I looked online and saw I didn’t have any replies from Cill about Beck/Olivia shipping, or any tags, so I went back to bed. Ended up blowing Derek off on hanging out but he was kind of expecting it.

Got out of bed around ~4. Got upset Eren was taking so long in the shower and had a minor breakdown because I couldn’t have a shower before D&D.

D&D was good. I honestly think it went better without Gretchen there playing Kinder as a little shit. Semavi reunited with Insene (In-sen) and flirted with her in game. We met Todrick, Samus, and Wrigley on the road. I had a feeling something was up with them since they were supposedly “traders” but didn’t have any goods and later on in some 1-on-1 roleplay with Tristan where Semavi looked in on them, I discovered they were escaped slaves from Ket. I gave them each a silver and told them in exchange for overlooking them killing soldiers on the road to freedom (which they aren’t supposed to do) I’d appreciate them keeping an ear out for any information for me.

Faruque the Wise was talking to Kaleb in a Tavern. I did an alignment check and discovered he’s evil. Faruque cased me and knows Semavi by reputation, but we seem to have an understanding. At least I hope so. Semavi told Thana that Kaleb was evil but mentioned it’s not necessarily a bad thing.

EJ made a really cute drawing of Semavi with “the kids” and it made me smile. I put it on the piano. I think I might get it framed, honestly. It’s so cute. I love it a lot.

I talked with EJ about Clown Camp and they seemed interested. I’ll message Liz about it. I’m mostly worried about them being able to afford it--I’m not even sure I’LL be able to afford it. Also, EJ is twelve? What the actual fuck.

I wrote out some plot notes to Cill about Beck and Olivia and sent some ideas to mogget too. Not posts yet today but I might bang one out to keep on it. I wrote like 5-6 yesterday and broke 40k total on the writerbot. I was pretty proud of that. I’m at ~9800 words for my yearly goal. Another proud moment.

Went to Pick and Save with Tristan for some essentials, aka Pepsi. 

Today I Ate: -Steak Hibachi -White Rice -Mac and Cheese Bites Thought more about selling OhM and I think I’m going to. Just need to tell JR. Gotta look into Mahjong sets for The Gentleman Loser. Hanafuda cards might be nice too. I really hope I hear at some point soon if Jake is banned from the event or not. I’m sure he’ll make a post about it. He still has that ugly ass Al Swearengen look going on. What a fucker.

Ordering an archery glove this week from somewhere. Etsy or Amazon, likely.

Debating on whether moving in with Joones and Derek is a good idea. Moving in with two guys who want to sleep with me seems like a recipe for trouble. $478 on rent doesn’t sound terrible, especially if it means I get to have Susu. 

I need to send my resume in to the library tomorrow.

#Semavi Notes

[fushigujiro]

⸗ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬..!

warnings..pregnancy cravings and weird food combinations

a/n.. my sister gave me some of the stuff that she ate when she was prego so this was helpful

҂Hanma…!

-this little fucker man i swear.

-the little shit would look at you and laugh

-would you slap him harshly on his back for that? yes

-did he realize what he did wrong? yes

-did he try to apologize? absolutely

-did he continue to laugh? of course he did

“hold on wait wait wait baby what did you just say? pickles and salsa?” the boy asks as he stands at the kitchen door looking at you who i sitting on the couch with your lips in a pout and your arms crossed feasting on the already big and swollen stomach. “yes i said pickles and salsa, what about it? can you just get it shuji pleaseee.” you plead and whine over your shoulder finding the man who was supposed to be getting you your food, trying to stifle his laughs by covering his mouth.

He opened his mouth about to say another remark but instead laughs and giggles come out unable to hold them any longer. his laughs goes throughout the whole downstairs, him putting his hands on his knees as he continues to laugh but now tries to catch his breath. you grumble under your breath, getting up with a bit of struggle before waddling into the kitchen brushing past him roughly.

“Awee baby i’m sorry, it just sounds so weird!” he giggles through a his ‘apology’ following after your angry self who gets the pickles from the fridge. already having the salsa dip in your hand. You ignore him as your close the fridge door brushing past him one more time make him stumble a bit. His eyes widened at the way he just got pushed back against the counter, realizing that you’re more stronger when you’re pregnant. you follows after you babbling apologies while you just continue to go up the stairs ignoring his sorry ass. “How long are you gonna keep ignoring me?”

“until you realize to cool your ugly ass self down.”

he gasps dramatically at the insult thrown at him and quickly comes up behind you stoping you as you were so close to the door of your shared room. He hugs your from behind and rubs the stomach that holds his daughter there. he feels you relaxing a bit as it was soothing to you and smiles to himself in satisfaction.“i’m sorry for laughing at you darling, it’s just…pickles and salsa? really?l” he tilted his head in actual confusion. You snap your head toward your husband, swatting his hand off of your stomach and stomping off into the bedroom slamming the door behind you.

he stands out in the hallways still as he blinks a couple of times not really exactly knowing what he said that got you so pissed. “So no cuddling then?”

҂Rindou…!

-he judges you in his head so you won’t cry, hit him, or cuss him out.

-the shit you ask is so weird he has to try not to make a face to it. he has been doing it for a while but today it seems like you’ve finally caught him after his months of his judgements.

-oh he loves you a lot, of course he does but i’m sorry but the stuff you ask are gross- IN HIS BOOK! he hasn’t tried it…he is tempted to but just no

-his brother even told him to watch his words when you’re pregnant because he did the same thing to their mom when rindou was still in the womb.

-as i said for the past few months he has managed to bitch about you in his head but today you had caught him lacking.

“rindou.”

rindou was snapped out of his thoughts by a voice calling out his name. he looked down to see you staring at him with a deadpan as you stopped rubbing your stomach that held your son. His eyes were wide when he looked down at you but quickly composed himself going back to his clam and collected self, answering you by humming a bit and giving a kiss to your temple

“stop talking shit about me in your head.”

the man’s eyes almost popped out of its socket of how shocked- he’s not even shocked, he’s APPALLED of how you manages to see through his bullshit.

“-what you mean baby, i was just thinking about other stuff y’know-“ he was cut off by your talking and you sitting up from your position, crossing your arms and narrowing your eyes at him.

“You were full on judging me and this isn’t the first time either,” he blinked twice, looking at the tv and back at you seemingly trying to get out of the situation.

“Okay look baby, i’m not trying to judge you,”

you raise an eyebrow and he licks his lips as he tries to find the right words. “I was just wondering as to why you eat those types of combinations of food…y’know?”

you nod your head up and down slowly then turn to the side slightly to get the macaroni covered mustard, bringing it to his face….well nose. Rindou made a gagging sound flinching away from tw bowl, turning his head to the side. You deadpan at him , reaching over and taking his head in to hand to pull it back to your snack. “It’s not as bad as it looks or smells. Come one rin, just try it.”

he averts his eyes from the food to you, pouting as it is a silent plea for you to move the disgusting food away from his face. You saw and shoved it up to his face more and more, smirking as he bent even more backwards. “if you don’t eat it, no cuddles for you-“

“ALRIGHT! I'll try it.” He cuts you off quickly, answering as he does not want to be threaded with cuddles. He always has the best sleep and naps when cuddles you and your swollen belly.

you smile cheekily as he gets up from his bended position glaring at you with his arms crossed. You pick up a fork that was beside your thighs and bring it to the bowl, picking a few of them on the fork and bringing it to his mouth.

He looks between you and the food over and over again with a troubled face. The tip of his bottom lips touched the warm combination and he felt like fainting already. He opened his mouth slightly, already tasting the nasty aroma in his mouth. He stuck his whiny ass to the back of his head, took a deep breath and took everything from that fork.

He made a crumpled up face chewing slowly while you just looked at him as to why he is so dramatic about it. He continues to chew but then the crumpled face goes away replacing that with a surprised look. He looks at you with wide and satisfied eyes as you look at him with a smile as well. He swallowed the food taking his hand to snatch the bowl away from you, standing up and walking away from you, mouth agape and staring at his moving self. “Baby this is good!” he calls from a far, mouth stffued with the food.

“You said it-“

“i never said nothing~ this is good!”

keisukefushiguro © 2021 all right reserved.

#— %megatypes🎐…. #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #hanma hcs #hanma shuji #hanma x reader #hanma fluff #rindou fluff #rindou x reader #rindou hcs

[djarinsbeskar]

Foul - Boxer!Din AU

Definition - To break one of boxing’s rules (i.e. hitting an opponent below the navel, ear or while they are down), which can ultimately lead to point deductions if they are repeated.

A/N: The results of my Boxer!AU poll told me that the majority were interested in a jealous/protective boxer so I hope I have delivered! As always, relaxed fit = unedited, no beta. We also have a sneaky introduction to Paz in the Boxer verse which is super exciting! His concept art has been completed by the insanely talented @ronnieiswriting when I said I saw a mix of Jason Momoa and Winston Duke as our heavy. PLEASE heed the warnings in this chapter. There is nothing explicit but the topics hinted at might be triggering.

Word Count: 7k

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Warnings: SMUT! (unprotected sex), blood and violence, toxic masculinity and derogatory speech, hints at discussions of non-con, somewhat possessive behavior, spanking, dom!Din and everything that comes with it.

Main Masterlist | Boxer Materlist

He might as well have been in hell. A colosseum of decaying humanity and dirt floors that erupted in a burst of dust like poisonous ash every time his next opponent fell. The hollow thump of pure muscle meeting the ground of the makeshift ring only drowned by the cheers of spectators. Masked, shadowed—unseen as they dropped hundreds – thousands sometimes – on which gladiator would remain standing in the end.

He felt like a king, a god among men within the confines of his realm of rope and canvas. It was easy to forget—standing under the spotlights that highlighted the sweat and blood and sculpted beauty of primal masculinity that it was a hollow victory any time he fought in the seedy underground rings of Akiva.

Every gladiator was a slave. Even the victor.

Why the fuck did he think it was a good idea to let you come to one of these fights?

“Enough!”

Paz’s unassailable strength banded around Din’s chest, pinning his arms to his side—attempting to contain lightning in a glass jar. Sweat, blood—it all dripped into Din’s eyes as he growled at his opponent, passed out in the middle of the dirt ring—face swollen and puffy from Din’s fists.

Laser focus and animosity spilled from charcoal eyes as he tried to break free of his friends hold with a vicious yank forward of powerful shoulder and an unfaltering purpose. The bastard had it coming. One round a few punches wasn’t enough to slake Din’s anger, the fumes of rage seeping into his skin and clouding his senses until all he could think of was making the asshole on the ground before him pay.

The practiced speed that Din wrapped his hands slowed at the rowdy group on the other side of the room. Dammit, for all the money they brought in, could these cheapskates not provide separate fucking changing rooms so he didn’t have to be subjected to idiots jacking themselves up on testosterone and false hope?

But pissing contests and fragile masculinity weren’t what caught his attention. He could tune that bullshit out like a fine art. What caught Din’s attention was the obvious death wish one of his possible opponents had – if he even managed to get that far up the ranks to Din – when he waved a red flag in front of the boxers’ metaphorical bull.

“See that one in the front row? You know the one I’m talking about.”

Bawdy agreements and asinine gestures raked up Din’s spine, thorny—and prickling nerves of instinct that made him pause the music blaring in his ears. He fucking hated the scum he came across in these fights. Gang members, criminals—the dredges of humanity he sometimes worried he was part of.

“Gonna get her on her knees choking on my cock before the night is out. Sluts like that love titles, champions—why else do they attend? Good excuse to win tonight, eh fellas?”

“Do you wanna completely destroy your career?” Paz yelled over the chortles and raucous cheers for more, for revenge—for everything under the poor fallacy of a sun that strung in dim, bald bulbs along the notoriously infamous Avika fighting ring.

Din thought you would be safe, arrogantly assuming people would avoid even looking at you once they saw who you were with. And you had been—you were safe, but even he couldn’t protect you from the thoughts of others.

The larger man struggled with him, dragging him out of the ring when it was obvious his words were falling on deaf ears. All Din could hear was the little pricks voice in his head from hours before.

Din stood.

Inhaled, exhaled—tried those bullshit breathing exercises that were supposed to focus his mind before a fight. Help to rein in a temper like his from overflowing in devastating tidal waves to destroy all around him. Din didn’t lose his temper often—but when he did, it was lethal.

The breathing exercises didn’t work.

Because the idiot kept talking.

“Did you see the ass on that?”

Leers sounded from his group of friends. Encouraging the vile words that Din always knew came from a man who felt entitled to a woman’s body. He had seen enough of the underbelly of the world to know what that led to time and again. Din might have been shameless in his youth and even until recently when it came to sex, to one night stands, to women—but he fucking respected the girls he fucked or didn’t fuck.

“Traipsing around in a dress like that? She’s looking for the attention,” the asshole defended himself when one of his party voiced an alternative point of view. They were promptly shut down and didn’t speak again.

Din’s blood turned to ice. An image of you running a hand down his arm on your way to your seat when you parted ways for him to get ready, dress sinfully tight but effortlessly classy—a zip front he was dying to pull open with his teeth later that night.

“It’ll look so good with my cock buried in it…”

The ice in his blood turned to fury, white hot and molten as he tied off the tape at his wrists—throwing the roll into the dingy locker he had been given for the evening. The clatter of noise from where it slammed against the metal back was the only warning he was planning on giving them. The lull of conversation was fleeting, his warning going unheeded—when dim-witted morons didn’t read the murder in his gaze.

Looks like they weren’t nearly as intelligent as the pigs he thought them to be.

Grabbing his water bottle and phone, Din stalked towards the chipped door—distracting himself with a text of “don’t go anywhere alone in this place, sweetheart. Ask Paz to go with you” sent to you without a second thought.

The immediate response of “Yes yes I know, for the thousandth time. Don’t worry and focus on yourself” did little to assuage the roar of blood in his ears. There was only one thing he heard over the noise, one thing as his vision became hued in red and fixated on a single target.

“Wonder if she’ll let me fuck her there too—can’t imagine she’s a virgin but her ass will still probably be tighter than her cunt.”

Bald headed and littered in scars and tattoos of a gang known for their viciousness, the other boxer – if he could even be called that – thrust vulgarly into the air, mimicking the hold he would have on the girl. Din’s girl.

The fucker had a death wish.

And Din was only too happy to play the part of the grim reaper.

His friends voice hardly registered over that same ringing in his ears, the roar of protective aggression at the lecherous sneer on the other man’s face who now lay in a heap in the dirt, the filth he spewed about his masseuse, his girl. How beady eyes, cold and villainous dared to drift away from Din before the bell sounded—over his shoulder, to where he knew you were sitting. Knowing your body had been tainted by the gaze of a man who would sooner take what he wanted from you by force than look at you with anything akin to the respect you deserved—it made something snap inside of Din.

And he attacked.

He was lucky he had only been disqualified.

He was damn lucky no one called the cops.

But the perks of underground fighting, was that everyone who attended had something to hide. And no one wanted to be caught in the middle of shady transactions or betting on fighters to beat each other to a pulp. Hell, the savagery Din subjected the other guy to was exactly what half the fuckers who showed up hoped to see.

Din wasn’t just a nameless street fighter though, not anymore. He had something to lose. Any smear on his record for assault and he would be suspended from tournament participation quicker than the asshole’s body dropped after a crushing blow under the jaw by Din’s right uppercut.

Thank fuck Din’s main sponsor was equally as shady. A good man by Din’s logic, but merciless when it came to succeeding. Din being benched was the surest way to make his benefactors patience run out. No, Paz was right—Boba even more so when he clocked Din good in the cheek after Paz wrestled the irate male out of the ring.

“You fucking idiot, bloodlust is an ugly image, boy—”

“I am not a boy—” Din snapped at Boba, teeth bared and bloody from his split lip, neck straining when he spat the words viciously at his long-time coach. He ran his tongue over the metallic tang of blood before spitting it out of his mouth onto the dirt flooring by the chaotic rows of metal seating.

“You almost killed a guy in the ring, you little shit,” Boba snarled with equal venom, matching the anger reflected in Din’s gaze with furious sense Din didn’t want to witness.

“Let me go,” was all Din growled, eyes never leaving his coach’s even when Paz loosened his arms around his chest. Heaving, coal black eyes darkened dangerously and stabbed the former boxer with a dare to try and restrain him again. The other man shook a rope of dreadlock that had come loose from the strip of leather he kept his hair tied in and made to say something when Din interrupted,

“Where is she?”

Paz closed his mouth, heavy brows furrowing over his eyes as recognition dawned in their dark hues,

“Is that what this is about? Dammit, vod—it’s not like she’s your girlfriend, isn’t that what you always say?”

“Don’t fucking try me tonight—” Din snapped aggressively, the threatening hum between the two men charged to dangerous voltage.

“Din?”

Your voice washed over him – aloe on the burns his fury had scorched his skin with – and he was making his way over to you in the next moment, mind battling with instinct as he ignored the calls and curses of his friends.

Mine.

Not yours—

Mine.

He moved with feral grace, parting the sea of people who bleated from the sidelines but cowered in his presence once his attention was facing them and there was no canvas or rope to separate boxer from spectator. They were lucky. He didn’t see them. Would step on them if they were stupid enough to stay in his path. All he could see, was you—watching him with confusion and concern marring those pretty features, absent of fear in the face of an incensed, adrenaline fueled boxer post fight.

He exhaled a growl as he came to stand before you, the sound cavernous and deep in his chest—the hands you had lifted to examine his face intercepted by his own when he grabbed them. His fingers wrapped fully around your wrists, and he was reminded of how fragile you were – even if you worked out whenever you could and had a will of iron that would make you whack him for saying that – and just how easily a man like him, any of the fighters here tonight—could hurt you.

Never.

They wouldn’t dare.

Not with him around.

But how could they know?

How would they know to stay the fuck away from you?

Knuckles stained with dirt and blood; his hand rasped against the softness of your palm as he dragged you in the direction of the unused backstage waiting room fighters had been offered as a changing room. Where this whole fucking thing started.

“Din—Din, what the hell happened up there?”

You jogged behind him to keep up with his pace, long legs taking him farther than your shorter ones could when confined to the heels you had worn for the night out. He stalked through the dimly lit corridors to the flaky, chipped door with a temporary sign on lined paper with “ATHLETES” scrawled along the front of it like some ironic joke.

He almost bent the worn, cheap metal handle in half—nearly pulled it from its socket with how hard he tore the door open and dragged you over the threshold inside.

You whirled on him with a huff, eyes flashing and hands planting on your hips in growing annoyance.

“Din will you just—”

You didn’t get another word out.

His wrapped hands cupped your cheeks between them, his mouth on yours hungrily when he bent over you. Biting, clawing, desperate—the kiss was more a battle of tongue and teeth than anything else. There was nothing soft, nothing slow or affectionate about the way his teeth sank into your bottom lip so hard you gasped. The way the blood seeping from his split lip painted yours in a crimson rouge—smeared and varnishing you in a visceral mark of his claim.

“Mine,” he snarled unknowingly into your mouth, lapping his tongue along the prairies of your tastebuds, plundering the depths of your mouth to brand every inch of you he could reach. Inside and out. His hands had the same idea, forming down over the shape of your curves as he walked you back blindly to the disused vanity pushed against the closest wall. Topped with a row of mirrors undoubtedly used by performers for whatever this place had once been used for, the glass was now aged with discoloration.

It didn’t matter.

He didn’t have eyes for anything but you as he hiked your legs up to perch you on the edge, your fingers curled into the taut muscles at his neck and clawing down over the sweat slick muscles of his pecs—catching on flat nipples that made ripples of pleasure heat his body further. Mad him tangle a hand in your hair, yank your head back harshly and meet your eyes with dark desire before dropping to your neck. His newest target.

“Din…” your irritated, questioning tone had morphed to fervent sighs. His tongue mapped a trail from the corner of your mouth – tasting the tang of his own blood – to the rapid tattoo of your pulse, a delicate sheen of perspiration beginning to shimmer on your flushed skin from the arousal. Another layer of flavor for him to get drunk on.

So fucking hot under his hands.

So beautiful.

So his.

“Mine,” he repeated into the curve of your neck, framed by tremulous stretches of muscle either side that he carved with scrapes of his teeth to leave tracks of slow fading pink grazes before he bit into it. Your legs – already open and inviting him to settle between them – crossed at the ankles around his narrow hips to keep him close. It was fucking intoxicating the way he could make you feel, the desperate need he had for you.

Months of sleeping together, of knowing his body so intimately had given you a rare insight to his emotions whether he knew it or not. And you knew he didn’t need to talk right now, he needed to fuck. To work through whatever had affected him so badly in hard kisses and rough hands on your soft flesh. It didn’t stop your stomach from flipping at his possessive words though, deliriously spoken but whispering the unacknowledged desires you had for him beyond his body.

“Yours,” you admitted before you could stop yourself, your hand cupping under his jaw to lift his mouth back to yours. His raspy moan at your agreement turned positively filthy when you carded short nails through his damp hair. Din was weak to having his hair stroked, his staunch dominance buckling in violent shivers of pleasure when you dragged those skilled fingers down the back of his skull and neck.

Traipsing around in a dress like that…

His eyes flew open, and he broke the kiss—ripped his mouth from yours to press his forehead to yours, eyes searching while his free hand ran indulgently up your torso to the neckline of your dress,

“Never let anyone disrespect you, sweetheart—” he rumbled, his fingers already undoing the zip of the dress, the nude pink material tempting to the eye and celebrating those features you were most proud of—that he found irresistible to know you loved. That someone could make you uncomfortable in those clothes… fucker. He snarled and pressed a long kiss to your mouth, large hands spreading the sides of the dress open wide – no underwear, baby? – and shucked the material down your arms to leave you bare before him.

His appreciation for your body – fucking gorgeous – was only tampered by the frustration he had with himself at the noise of confusion you made at his words. Of course, you hadn’t heard anything that asshole had said thankfully—but fuck, he couldn’t get it out of his head. You read his desperation somehow, and nodded slowly with puzzled eyes, teeth sinking into your swollen bottom lip as you leaned back on your hands.

So trusting…

Fuck.

It made alarm and something akin to fear rise swell uncomfortably in his throat.

He tried again.

“Never let anyone take advantage of you,” he whispered against your mouth in earnest, his hands running up your bare thighs to press his thumbs into the seams of your legs and hips, “tell me—”

His mouth dropped to your collarbone, funneling those feelings into lapping down to your heaving breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth with a groan and befuddling your mind to his request until he nipped the swollen peak – say it, baby – and caused your head to fall back against the mirror,

“Yes—yes,” you moaned, “I won’t—”

He snarled internally, dammit. Hearing you say it didn’t help. He wanted to say how he wouldn’t let anyone disrespect you, how he wouldn’t let anyone ever take advantage of you. But he couldn’t. Had to frame it like advice he would give any woman he knew instead of speaking it like the promise he wanted to make.

Din had been fucking you for the last few months now, exclusively after only a few months—but it never went beyond that. He had no reason, no excuse to be worried over your life or safety or what you did when you weren’t in his bed. He wasn’t expected to be involved in your life the way a friend or family member was. Not the way a boyfriend was.

He didn’t do relationships. Never had. Too much trouble and frankly—he liked his privacy, his space—and liked not being accountable to anyone but himself. The consequences of any shitty decisions he made would fall on him and him alone. If he demanded that of the women he slept with and then insisted on inserting himself into their lives in the next breath, he would be a hypocrite. And Din hated hypocrites.

He couldn’t.

But fuck. He never wanted to hear someone speak that way about you, never wanted them to think they had the slightest chance with a woman like you. His blood boiled at the notion of someone else’s hands on you, his tempered flared when he imagined your pleasure or smiles, or laughter give to someone who didn’t deserve you.

Like he did?

Fuck no, he knew he didn’t.

He never said he wasn’t selfish though, and he coveted you with sinful greed.

“Fuck me, baby—please, please—” you mewled into his neck as your hands that had started all of this with that first massage, fit into the sliver of space between your bodies to stroke along his cock over his shorts impatiently. His head fell back, and his mind blissfully emptied for a moment, grunting your name at the frisson of pleasure before those damned memories resurfaced again.

Look at the ass on that.

That.

Her. You weren’t a thing, a possession. You were—

He snarled. Misplaced anger manifesting in aggressive passion as he grabbed your wrist from where you stroked him to pin behind your back on the vanity.

“Always so eager, aren’t you—” he grinned darkly when you nodded, “turn around.”

The command was delivered low and dangerous, more a rumble of noise—deep echoes of jungle predators crackling like the kindling of threat, inspiring awareness that one wrong move would be fatal. But you never made a wrong move—not for as long as he had known you. Whether it was alleviating a pain deep in his muscles that had bothered him for months or pushing yourself slowing off the vanity to your feet as you were now—you always knew what he needed.

Wisps of hair fell into his eyes as he watched you—the decided turn of your naked body to dace the mirror—eyes never leaving his even as they caught them again in the aged glass. Bending forward, your ass pressed into the front of his shorts, and you rested your elbows on the vanity.

Perfect.

He didn’t realize he had whispered the word as he pressed his mouth between your shoulder blades, tongue trailing down the arch of your spine while his hands kneaded plush cheeks—spreading them and exposing your slick cunt to the cool air. The hitches in your breath, small squirms of your hips for relief—they all fed into his desire for you.

And he desired you. Constantly.

“I’m gonna eat your pussy until you can’t stand, baby—and then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t speak,” he muttered against the shell of your ear, massive bulk bowed over your back and shadowed eyes – the duality of warm walnut and lethal obsidian – bore into yours through the glass.

“I want them all to know who you belong to,” he nipped your ear, flicking his tongue along the cartilage—the black ink on his back catching the light as his muscles rippled with movement, a roll of pleasure from your ass grinding back against him with a whimper of his name, “so don’t be quiet this time, sweetheart.”

Your eyes fluttered open molasses slow from where they had dropped closed at his words,

“What—what hap—” you tried to turn your head, the concern mingled with lust in those gorgeous, honest eyes making warning bells blare painfully – too close – and he silenced you with a kiss. Swallowing the worry that hinted at feelings that surpassed those expected from a fuck buddy, he buried it deep inside himself, in the shadows like a coward. To be locked away where he would remain safe from it.

Your tongue grew sloppy with a moan when he ground his crotch into your ass—dragging the solid thickness of his clothed cock between your soaked folds and up against your tight rear entrance.

Wonder if she’ll let me take her there…

Bastard.

He sucked on your tongue with a groan of your name, hand releasing your cheeks to fan up your ribcage and cup your breasts. You jerked in sensitivity when rough hands pinched sore nipples – he fucking loved how sensitive your tits got just before your period. The cry you released was nothing short of musical, tempting him lower as he kissed down your spine—wrapped hands sanding down over your ribs again when he lapped around the rim of your ass, circling it before he traced lower.

You were dripping.

He dropped to his knees behind you, eyes drunken with an ingrained pride that he was the one in this position, looking at the petals of your swollen pussy glistening with arousal he inspired from just a few kisses and rolls of his hips. He kept his eyes on the steady trickle of wetness from your twitching entrance, his teeth grazing distractedly down the back of your thigh as he did so.

A finger ruddy with flecks of dried blood caught a string of your arousal – don’t waste a drop – and he sucked it between his lips with an approving groan, the noise of your whimpers the perfect accompaniment. Blood and lust. The essence of humanity, that was what he tasted when he sucked his finger clean. It tasted like life. And he wanted more.

A sharp crack echoed through the room when his hand came down hard on one cheek, and again... and again—each strike making that dripping wetness gush until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He buried his face in your cunt, nosing at your entrance and tongue spreading puffy lips apart so he could trace in pitter patter swipes through your folds—greedily gathering anything he could get on his tongue before swallowing. Dehydrated on the sands of depravity and sordid company—your cunt was an oasis of relief where he eagerly drank his fill.

You tried to move, your hips slamming up against the edge of the vanity – that’ll bruise – and you keened with a shuddering cry when his mouth simply followed your attempt to escape the onslaught of pleasure that was too much too soon.

“Fuck—fuckfuckfuck—” you gasped, dropping a hand back to tangle in his hair, dragging him closer despite your protests. Mm, he loved when you got like this—overstimulated from the first touch. No matter how much you whined, no matter how many times he wiped tears that smudged your makeup when he unraveled orgasm after orgasm from the knots inside you—he knew you loved the intensity as much as he did.

He spanked you again – take it – your cheeks red and beautiful when he spread them side for him to spit directly onto your quivering cunt. His saliva dribbled and mixed with your juices to gather over your clit, his mouth forming over the little bud enthusiastically, urged by your slow ruts back against his face to streak his face with your essence.

“More—” you whimpered.

“Greedy—” he growled back.

The sound of your breathless laugh meshed delightfully with the swallow of a moan – guttural and primal – and made his cock twitch in his shorts. His hips snapped up uselessly from where he was kneeling—finding no purchase or warm embrace to bury itself in as his tongue took that pleasure for itself.

It licked and curled with practiced, seemingly illogical strokes along your clit and up to your entrance—sloppily kissing it before his tongue dove into your tight depths, thumb working in quick circles over your clit. He knew exactly what to do to make you come undone.

Your first orgasm was sudden—strong and surprising. He hadn’t even fucking fingered you and you were already spasming around nothing. Your muscles tensed as you went on your toes to lean even further on the vanity, trying to escape his tongue that worked you through each wave—drowning you in the pleasure he knew only he could give you. You were his. His his his his h—

You sobbed his name, a raw answer to his internal mantra his mind struggled against and failed to overcome.

Din wanted you.

He wanted your body, your mind, your time—he wanted what Paz had.

Fuck.

The way the older man mooned and gazed with shameless adoration for the little baker he had fallen for in so short a time. Hell, Din teased him over it constantly. And maybe he didn’t want that—but he wanted something. Din wanted something with you. Wanted you to visit him in the gym and stop him mid set just to kiss him and tell him that you would wait for him to finish so you could go home together. He wanted to buy you flowers without having to think of a fucking excuse like last time to distance himself from the sentimentality. He wanted to open his front door and feel our presence as more than just a visitor. That a toothbrush and the stray pieces of clothing you forgot at his place would turn to shoes at the door and your taste in décor mixing with his.

Din wanted you.

But he had no idea how to do anything but fuck you. He didn’t know how to date or be romantic. Was clueless to things like companionship—to the softer emotions he knew you craved. That all people craved. Din had no idea how to do any of it.

You lay with your cheek on the wooden surface of the vanity, eyes half-closed and spacey as you watched him lift his head from your pussy, face shiny from your release and when he licked over his lips, still hungry for more—you mewled.

“Don’t tap out on me yet, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, a whimper and almost childish refusal while your cheek remained plastered to the vanity, all strength having left your body and an adorable pout trying to lie and tell him you couldn’t take any more.

“Mm, yes you can—” he answered you, dragging his mouth back up your slit and along your tight ass where he lapped at the rim again. Later. It took time for him to stretch you to take his size—it was better left for when he had you in his apartment and could take his time.

His hand followed his mouths direction as it continued up to meet your mouth—smirking against your lips at the whimpers you made from the slaps he gave your pussy—the obscene, wet sound filling the area with each slap slap slap until his hand was damn near slipping every time he struck your cunt from how wet it was.

A bang on the door—a harsh slap to your pussy so you would moan just right for him, and he growled out a threatening “occupied” to whoever was outside. You were too high strung to even notice.

“No one else can have you,” he rasped darkly into your temple, his free hand tangling in the strands to pull your head back against his shoulder—the position no doubt edging on uncomfortable with the way your spine and neck were arched back—moUlded into his hard frame. Your eyes fell to half mast even as your lips parted—still smeared with specks of blood you hadn’t yet licked or chewed off—and he bit your jaw in warning.

“No one else—” you parroted, your hot breath fanning over his cheek even as you rocked back against him, a steel confidence entering your fucked out gaze—mercurial in the swirling heat, “just like no one else can have you.”

The boldness of your words, the conviction spoken in that voice of wooden flutes and bubbling creeks made his blood light with fire—yes. As much as he anted you, he yearned for you to crave him in return.

“No one else,” he repeated your words back to you, rutting his hips against you when his cock pulsed with a negligent ache that demanded to be addressed. He kept one hand in your hair when he pushed his shorts down enough to free his leaking cock, the turgid length swollen and angry as he rubbed the tip between your lips.

Maybe he would buy you flowers tomorrow, after all.

Din gave you no time to prepare yourself – that’s my girl – sliding inside you with one brutal thrust that had you pushed up against the mirror and his cock engulfed in fiery bliss. He felt the heat run up his spine, a volcanic metamorphism into marble as his muscles froze in an immediate pause to stop himself from spilling inside you after one damn thrust.

You weren’t doing much better—one hand clawing for purchase on the mirror and the other digging your nails into his hip as you panted his name, an incoherent string of curses and praise as your sensitive walls convulsed around him. The position had him pressed right against that one spot he cock curved up against that could make you see stars and your care for being caught dissipate in cries of ecstasy.

“Baby—fuck please, so—too deep—” you whimpered in inane babbles, tightening in residual spasms from your orgasm and the sudden intrusion of his cock, still a stretch after all these months. Too deep… he snorted, rolling his hips hard to try shove himself deeper still. He could never get deep enough, always wanting more—always seeking to conquer the untouched lands of your body.

“Mm, want me to stop?” he teased, dragging his hips back with a smirk at your immediate rejection of no no no fuck—please, no—hand pathetically trying to drag him closer to you by the hip. Lovely little thing… thinking you were strong enough.

“That’s better…” he purred, relief washing over him when he pulled out—the walls of your cunt stretching around him, refusing his exit, and trying to keep him nestled inside you. The pace he chose was brutal. He fucked you like he fought tonight. Violently, mercilessly—and deaf to the calls to relent. But where he wanted his opponent to suffer, he wanted to devastate you with pleasure, enrapture you with ecstasy and leave you moaning his name where others would curse it.

Wet cock slapping as he pounded into you in short, frantic ruts – need you baby… fuck I need you – there was no time for you to catch a full breath before he was knocking it out of you again. His fingers had to tighten in your hair to keep you up – your body trembling under his as he sank his teeth into the taut muscle at your neck and his cock sank into your welcome body – exposed and waiting for him to litter in his signature.

He would never get enough of the way his marks looked on your skin—the way you decorated him in yours. You were powerless to do much else than accept them right now – likely getting him back later – boneless and weak under the attack of his mouth and the dominance of his body.

He would make sure everyone in this fucking shithole of a place knew who you were with. They would have to be blind not to notice the blotches of poppy bruises snaking down your neck with the elusion to more hidden from unworthy eyes. The smudge of your mascara as tears pearled like crystals in the corner of your eyes when you glanced at him in strung out bliss.

“M-more—” you begged, dropping one of your hands between your legs to rub at your clit—fingers splitting around the girth of his cock as he fucked you to feel the thick length disappear into you over and over, the soaked mess amassed from your frantic desire for each other trickling down your thighs.

“Yeah?” he grinned, breathless and sweating for much more pleasing reasons than he had been in the ring, a languid kiss to your neck as he hiked one of your knees up onto the vanity—spreading you wider for him to sink deeper.

You spasmed, your head falling back against his shoulder with a cry.

“Yes—there, there baby, fuck you feel so good…” you rambled, fingers working feverishly over your clit in wet strokes, grazing his balls every time they slapped against your skin and making him muffle his moan in your neck.

Rolling a nipple between his fingers, his large—bloodied hand completely swallowed your breast, squeezing it and tickling sounds that belonged to him from you and into his mouth when you kissed him. One last kiss before you collapsed back onto the vanity, and he stood to his full height so he could ruin you with his cock.

His name was the only thing you remembered as he split you open with full, hard thrusts—the entire length of his cock stretching your tight walls around it and playing along raw nerves already on the brink of another orgasm.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart—” he strained, desperate for release as he watched himself fuck you in the mirror—him behind your smaller body, squirming under the pleasure while his muscles bunched and relaxed with each snap of his hips—the veins in his forearms prominent and tendons taut as he poured all that training and dedication and determination into you, into pleasing you.

“Inside—inside, Din fuck, please—”

His mind emptied. Nothing else mattered about tonight—not the fight, not the disqualification, not the rage. Your eyes—cloudy with lust and achingly trusting as you looked back at him were all he could think about. Nodding without even realizing, the thought of filling you running in his mind on a loop.

“Fuck—!”

He wanted you to cum before him, he always did—but he was so high strung, so tense that he couldn’t stop himself, burying himself to the hilt with several punched out moans—exhaled rapture with every pump of his seed against your waiting womb. Your eyes rolled closed at the amount, bloating you with his release and as he came, you worked your clit frantically—chasing that addictive edge you gladly hurled yourself over at just the thought of him coming inside you.

Din dropped his forehead to your shoulder with a gasp, your spasming walls too much on his sensitive length but he had to stay inside—the contractions of pleasure, the gush of your release might push his out. He couldn’t have that. So, he gritted his teeth, mumbled husky praise – good girl, that’s it—just like that, soak me – to work you through your orgasm and pressed open mouth kisses to sweaty skin, the salt tickling his tongue as he caught his breath.

His mouth worked over the sweep of your shoulder, up your neck to your jaw when your orgasm subsided, purring your name and nonsensical strings of words he had no idea made sense or not. He finally eased his softening cock out of you slowly when you shifted your hips—testing your strength and finding it lacking when you realized both he and the vanity were what kept your legs up.

“Feel… feel better?”

“Mhm…” he confirmed noncommittally, nuzzling the marks beginning to bloom and darken like a forbidden garden only he was allowed indulge in the scent of. One of his hands ran absently down the back of your thigh, feeling for his release—pleased to feel nothing but your sticky arousal, his own still nestled inside your sore cunt.

“Want one of those crepes you’re always raving about from that twenty-four hour place?” he purred, helping you stand—going so far as to pull the straps of your dress back up so that zipping the metal teeth would be easier. Your eyes brightened despite the lazy, satiated fatigue hiding in their orbs.

“Gino’s?”

“Mm,” he nodded, looking down from his greater height and lips quirking in an annoying desire to smile when one – bright as daylight – broke out on yours.

You nodded quickly, looping your arms around his neck to drag him down to your mouth, kissing him good and proper while his hands fell under the still open sides of your dress to settle on bare hips,

“Are you ever going to tell me what set you off tonight?” you mumbled against his lips cautiously, the ghost of a smile from the promise of dessert still lingering but a hesitant worry entering your gaze, unsure if his mood would sour again.

It didn’t.

He nudged his nose along yours, aquiline curve slotting along yours as he hummed in thought, thumbs rubbing lazily into your hips,

“Maybe later,” he settled on and captured your lips again.

You left the changing room together, his gym bag slung over one shoulder and his free arm wrapped around your shoulder—nose never leaving your temple or nuzzling into your hair with blatant affection as you blushed at how obvious it was to anyone who saw you what you had been doing.

You had both tried to tidy yourselves—cleaning the corners of your makeup and trying to flatten your mused hair was about all you could do. Din didn’t even attempt to cover the freshly fucked look of messy hair and heavy eyes as he pulled an unzipped Mythosaur Gym hoodie on over his muscle shirt.

A group were passing in the corridor as you asked him something—his former opponent with one eye swollen shut from the bruises forming around his eye, jaw, and cheeks. Din answered you easily, an automatic response to whatever you were asking as his eyes met his opponents, cold fury and arrogant pride flashing in their depths.

You remained none the wiser as you passed the group, Din’s body protectively placed between you and them. He probably should have told you; he knew you wouldn’t be swayed by it—comfortable in your body as you were, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He could protect you from slander and toxicity at the very least—and he planned to. Even if he had to do so in the shadows for now.

For himself, the swelling and bruising on the idiots’ face weren’t the only thing he had to satisfy himself with. He was the one whose cum was still buried inside you, clinging to your thighs and keeping you slick and wet for him to add more to later when he got you back to his place. And as you glanced up at him with a disarming smile after he dropped his hoodie over your shoulders without a thought once you both were outside in the crisp air of the early morning darkness—he secretly hoped that he would be the only one to have that privilege from then on.

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The Hanging Tree (BKDK)

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Izuku Midoriya

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, Omega Deku, Alpha Kacchan, Fantasy AU, mentions of m*rder and witchcraft, witch hunts, Feral Deku, Supernatural Elements

Word Count: 6,094

Summary: Katsuki seems to attract trouble like metal to a magnet. After a village in the middle of the woods shoots him off his dragon, Katsuki wakes up to a feral omega witch that holds more power than anybody he’s ever met.

{0.1} no stranger would it be

“This witch had been crafted from the darkness between the stars.”

― Sarah J. Maas

K A T S U K I

Son of a bitch.

Katsuki feels a swarm of arrows tear through his flesh, knocking the wind from his lungs. A few deflected off of Kirishima, who released a thundering roar as the blond barbarian lost what little balance he had.

And before he knew it, Katsuki was free-falling.

This was never supposed to happen. The journey was one that seemed so cut and dry, yet Katsuki’s now free-falling (likely to his death). The old hag wanted him to fly over an enchanted forest and towards Mount Yuuei, which had their supplies for the winter. However, Katsuki hadn’t anticipated such an aggressive attack from Musutafu, which had always been an odd village outside the forest.

Katsuki coughed, watching blood spew from his lips and fly through the air. Oddly enough, the dark liquid seemed to match Kirishima’s scales.

Dammit.

****

When Katsuki comes to, all he can feel is pain.

Its sharp and red-hot, blooming across his chest like a fire lily and spreading towards each of his limbs. Fading sunlight is filtering through the trees, bathing everything in a soft light. The more he looked around, the more he noticed.

Shit.

I’m in the middle of the fucking forest.

Katsuki’s lungs struggled to expand, making the large alpha wince. The enchanted forest is full of magic and monsters of all kinds, most of whom have clear hatred for outsiders. Its likely that the creatures would kill him, even through the fall hadn’t.

Fucking bullshit.

The blond alpha struggled to pull himself upright, spitting out pieces of dried blood. To put things lightly, Katsuki feels like his entire body is in flames. Everything movement feels torturous, damn-near thrice any injury he’s experienced in the twenty-four years of his life.

Katsuki coughed again, grinning slightly as he successfully sat upright. That’s more like it! I’m not gonna let a fall kick my-

BOOM!

A loud, thunderous explosion rang through the trees. The ground shook as even more sounds rang out, sending Katsuki flat on his back yet again.

Son of a bitch.

Katsuki gasped loudly, since the sudden movement had knocked what little air he had out of his lungs. If he wasn’t so weak from pain, the dragon-born barbarian would feel much more pissed off about his lack of progress.

“You pesky little bitch!”

The blond alpha stilled, cocking his head to the side as the voice rang out. It was followed by the sound of sword-fighting, filling the air with the clanging of heavy iron.

What the fuck-

Through his hazy line of sight, Katsuki saw two figures tumble through the thick brush. One man was much smaller than the other, but was clearly holding his own against his foe. However, it was hard to tell the difference between the smaller male and the flora around him.

The taller man was clearly an alpha, considering how much larger he appeared to be. Plus, angry alpha pheromones seem to come off the ugly fucker in waves.

With a crazed grin, the smaller man met every attack head-on. Wild green curls stuck out in odd direction, full of leaves and a wilted flower crown rested on his head. Every movement he made was calculated and strong, which shouldn’t have caught Katsuki’s hazy attention.

Greenie’s eyes glowed red, his fangs elongated as he snarled. “I’m the bitch?! This is my territory, ass wipe!”

The alpha snarled back, swinging his sword again. “I’ll kill you.”

“Yeah? Get in line, scum.”

What the fuck is going on?

The alpha scowled, but quickly gained the upper hand as he disarmed Greenie. The latter’s sword clattered to the ground, which was kicked to the side by the angry alpha. For a second, Katsuki considered getting involved. However, he’s much too weak.

With a dark laugh, the alpha pointed his sword at Greenie. “You know, this wouldn’t have happened if you just gave me what I want.”

Greenie glared, his eyes still red. “I’d rather die.”

“That can be arranged, omega. I’ll still fuck you, dead or not.”

Omega.

The small omega fell silent for a few moments, his red eyes flitting around them. For a split second, his green almost landed on Katsuki. However, the shitty alpha used the tip of his sword to force Greenie’s head upward.

The alpha grinned. “Do you wanna comply now?”

Silence.

Greenie took a shaky breath, digging his fingers into the damp earth beneath him. Ever so faintly, the rumbling of thunder could be heard above them. “I’d rather die. Your shitty knot couldn’t even satisfy the tightest of holes. How’s that for an answer, asshole?”

The alpha snarled, raising his sword. “You little bitch-”

BANG!!

A bright white light exploded from the omega, heating the air around them. Katsuki ducked his head, wincing at the pain that spread throughout his body. 

Thunder was crashing loudly overhead as rain started to pour. 

Katsuki coughed, his ears ringing as he forced himself to look up. His vision tilted and shook, but he could barely make out either man. He’s not sure of what he was expecting, but what he saw was something fit for nightmares.

Greenie was on his feet, his clawed hands embedded in the alpha’s chest. 

The small omega radiated power as white lighted glowed from his skin. His freckles were glowing white, while his eyes matching with a tint of green. His hair floated around him, completely unaffected by the falling rain.

Thunder crashed again as the pouring rain grew heavier.

Greenie’s arms and front was bathed in blood, which was slowly being washed away by the rain. Katsuki blinked, his mind still much too delirious to properly understand what he was seeing. Hell, he couldn’t even process this shit properly.

Before he can stop himself, Katsuki felt a wet cough tear itself from his lungs. Blood trickled past his lips, slowly being washed away by the storm.

And just like that, the rain stopped.

Katsuki continued to cough, wincing from pain as his blood continued to leave his lips. He’;s much too tired for this shit, and his limbs feel like lead.

The injured alpha doesn’t even notice that he’s not alone anymore. Hell, Katsuki isn’t even sure that what he saw was real. However, the omega smell of rain and vanilla breached his senses. His inner alpha huffed, making Katsuki open his eyes.

“What are you doing on my territory, scum?”

Katsuki stared at the sword, which was pointed much too close to his face. Then his ruby eyes trailed upwards, locking eyes with bearer. Much to his surprise, a green-eyed omega scowled down at him with spiteful eyes. Dark, shoulder length, green curls clung to his skin, making him appear much more feral than any other omega Katsuki’s ever met.

In fact, something about the feral omega seems…off.

The omega snarled, his eyes narrowed to slits as he jabbed the sword at Katsuki again. “I asked you a question, scum. Who are you and how did you find this place?”

Katsuki took a shaky breath, wincing as pain shot through his chest from the action. “I was shot off my dragon when we passed over Musutafu. I don’t even know where I am, asshole, so don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Wow, that was a lot more words than I expected.

Greenie’s eyes narrowed, but then they flickered to Katsuki’s multiple injuries. Then they widened. “They shot you with hemlock arrows. Shit.”

Before Katsuki could even question what those were, the small omega spun on his heel. Placing his fingers against his lips, a sweet bird song echoed throughout the clearing. It sounded beautiful, but also somber at the same time.

Katsuki coughed, his vision tilting again. “What the fuck-”

Greenie hummed, looking down as Katsuki as he sheathed his sword. Then he knelt down, sending sweet pheromones straight into the alpha’s face. “You’ve been poisoned. I’ll get you to my den, okay? I have an antidote there.”

Antidote?

Even if he could respond, Katsuki was interrupted by the loud sounds of cries. Then, a pair of pups burst through the brush. A boy and girl, both in raggedy clothes, bolted straight in their direction.

“Mama!”

“Ma!”

Greenie chirped as both pups collided with his body. His body didn’t even budge as the pups started to aggressively scent him. Katsuki could only watch in clear confusion by the sight, which would’ve confusing for anyone.

The boy chuffed, clinging to Greenie as he eyed Katsuki. “Ma…Who’s that?”

“He’s injured. I need you to carry my things back to camp, Hiro.”

The girl, who sported an adorable little horn, let out a squeak as she noticed the injured alpha. She looked up at Greenie with tears welling up in her eyes. “Y-you’re taking him home? B-but alphas are bad, Mama!”

Greenie hummed, running a thumb along the pup’s scent gland. “The village shot him down, Eri. Now, help Hiro while I carry this alpha.”

Those words echoed through Katsuki’s brain as he finally slipped from consciousness. The darkness of sleep felt nice and warm, completely void of pain. In fact, the relief felt so good that Katsuki almost wanted to stay.

Almost.

*********

When Katsuki finally reaches consciousness, his body hurts like a motherfucker. Not to the extent of earlier, but it definitely still felt like shit.

Where the fuck am I?

The blond alpha is flat on his back with his left foot elevated. His chest is bare, which is confirmed since his cape and jewelry were neatly folded into a pile near him. He’s laying in a room that is large and full of many things, which means that this area is definitely lived in.

A large bed (cot?) is in the corner, full of furs and miscellaneous object weaved together to form a nest. A multitude of weapons leaned against the wall, glittering in the soft firelight from the center of the room. A large bow, two swords, and a handmade crossbow stood out. 

In the center of the room, a small fire crackled. A makeshift pot was positioned above it, which smelled heavenly and earned a faint growl from Katsuki’s stomach. 

The air was thick with omega and pup pheromones, sticking to Katsuki’s palate like syrup. First, the omega pheromones smell like a pleasant mix of rain and vanilla. It even holds a subtle hint of cinnamon, which made Katsuki’s inner alpha purr.

The pups smelled pretty standard, though, but there are definitely more than one.

I don’t even remember how I got here…

What the fuck.

Before Katsuki can even attempt to move, the door (a thick flap of bear fur) moved. A small girl appeared, holding a handful of objects in her hands. She’s small, with silvery hair and blood-red eyes. Even a small horn poked out of her skull, which was more cute than scary.

The pup froze, here eyes widening as she stared at Katsuki.

Katsuki blinked before slowly parting his lips to speak. “Oi. Do you know how the fuck I got here, pup?”

Silence.

After a few seconds, the small pup swallowed and nodded nervously. Then she approached Katsuki’s side, placing a bowl of water on the ground and dipping a cloth into it. Then she gingerly started to clean his leg wounds, almost as if she’d done this before.

“Can’t you speak?”

The girl hummed, nervously avoiding Katsuki’s stare. “I-I can, but alphas make me nervous. Mama says they’re bad.”

Mama?

Katsuki huffed, wincing as the pup applied pressure to his injured leg. She mumbled a quick apology before dipping the cloth into the water and ringing it out. “Where the fuck is your dam, then?”

“Outside. Do you want me to go get him?”

The blond alpha huffed, clicking his tongue. “Please.”

I hate saying that word.

With a small smile, the girl placed the cloth in the water before leaving. She moved quickly and purposefully, obviously relieved to get away from Katsuki. The alpha can’t blame her, especially if its just been the three of them for so long.

Katsuki scoffed, struggling to sit upright. 

He only remembers bits and pieces of what happened. Katsuki knows that he got separated from Shitty Hair somehow, and he definitely remembers the weird magic show he saw in the forest. Specifically, he remembers a freckled omega ripping some bastard’s heart from his chest.

“I was expecting you to wake up so soon.”

Katsuki’s eyes snapped to the doorway, where a familiar omega stood. However, he looked much cleaner than before. His curls were tied back with a leather strap, and his soft skin is completely bare. 

The omega hummed, slowly approaching Katsuki and picking up the rag from the water. “I managed to get most of the hemlock out of your system, thank the gods. I thought you died on the way here, honestly.”

“Who the fuck are you, and where am I?” Katsuki growled, earning a chuckle.

Greenie’s mouth twitched into a small smile as he ran the warm cloth long Katsuki’s leg. “My name is Izuku. Right now, you’re in my home.”

Izuku, huh?

Katsuki winced as a stinging feeling raced up his calf. “Bakugou Katsuki. That doesn’t tell me much, though.”

The green-eyed omega pursed his lips, keeping his gaze focused as he rung out the copper-tinted cloth. “I live in the deeper part of the enchanted forest. We’re pretty far from Musutafu, which is the village that shot you down.”

Shit.

Why the fuck does this idiot live here?

With pups, too!

Izuku’s eyes snapped to Katsuki’s face, narrowing slightly. “You should consider yourself lucky, you know. If I wasn’t nearby, the hemlock would’ve killed you.”

The blond alpha scowled at Izuku’s stern tone. He’s definitely grateful, but this is all just a little too much to take in. Plus, Kirishima is very much still unaccounted for. “Fucking hell. I can’t believe that stupid village shot me down, dammit!”

“Southern Isles, right? You were probably on a dragon.”

Katsuki stilled, processing Izuku’s words before looking at the omega. “What does that shit have to do with anything?”

Izuku swallowed thickly, a rueful smile on his lips. “A lot, actually.”

His tone sounded…bitter?

The blond alpha studied Izuku before clicking his tongue in clear distaste. The small omega suddenly smelled sad and angry, but who is he to judge? Izuku’s been dealing with his own shit long before Katsuki showed up.

Izuku blinked multiple times, clearly trying to center himself. After a few seconds, he stood and went towards the makeshift stove. “Musutafu doesn’t take too kindly to magic of any kind. They call everything witchcraft, and judge people as such.”

Witchcraft…

Katsuki watched the omega, whose back was towards him. “What the fuck does that mean?”

The small omega stirred the food before glancing back at him. In the firelight, Izuku’s pretty green eyes shine. “They burn people at the stake. They drown children for being born with a gift, or even with a birthmark.”

Holy shit.

Izuku laughed dryly before covering the pot again. “Like I said. You’re lucky to be alive.”

Katsuki still could shake the dread from his bones. He’s a dragon-born barbarian, but this is far beyond anything he’s ever encountered before. He stared at Izuku, who had busied himself with picking up the bowl of bloodied water. Suddenly, the omega seemed much more intriguing than before.

Before Katsuki could ask Izuku anything further, the door-flap opened again.

“Mama! Hiro won’t give me my doll!”

The girl pup from earlier appeared, basically bolting for Izuku. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, which almost made Katsuki snicker. He may have been an only child, but he’s quite familiar with sibling dynamics at this point.

Izuku hummed, gingerly wiping the girl’s tears. “Alright, sunshine. Why don’t you introduce yourself to our guest while I go grab your brother?”

She nodded, her tears still streaming. “A-and my doll?”

“I’ll grab your doll. I’ll be right back, okay?”

And with that, the mysterious omega left Katsuki with the sniffling pup. She looked over at him, but thankfully she had stopped crying. Her horn seemed a bit bigger than before, which was odd but maybe normal?

The small pup walked closer, offering Katsuki a shy smile. “M-my name is Eri.”

Katsuki blinked as his inner alpha softened like a traitorous bastard. “Bakugou Katsuki. Are you still scared of me, brat?”

“Not really. Mama trusts you, I think.”

The blond alpha huffed, studying Eri with narrowed eyes. She smiled at him, her face completely empty of tears. His inner bastard chuffed happily, which only annoyed Katsuki even more. “Good. I’m not here to hurt any of you.”

Eri chirped as the flap opened again. “Mama says that you couldn’t hurt us if you wanted to.”

HAH?

Katsuki scoffed, his red eyes flickering to Izuku. Behind the omega was a small boy who looked exactly like Eri, except his horn was on the opposite side. “He did, huh? You’re lucky that I’m injured, brat.”

The small girl laughed. “You’re so funny, Kacchan!”

The fuck-

Izuku (who seemed to laugh a bit at the new nickname) interrupted before Katsuki could properly react. He pushed Hiro forward, who continued to glare at the blond. “This is Hiro, Bakugou. He’s a bit mad right now, so he’s giving everyone the silent treatment.”

Hiro huffed, still glaring at Katsuki with dark red eyes.

Katsuki glared right back, completely unafraid of the little runt in front of him. Then he looked at Izuku, who looked like he was vaguely apologetic. “That’s fine, Izuku. This isn’t my first encounter with brats.”

Izuku smiled slightly. “I’d like to think that my pups are a bit different, though.”

“I’m sure that every dam thinks that way.”

The small omega hummed before he handed Eri a misshapen doll. The small pup cheered and bolted right back outside. Then Izuku nudged Hiro, who’s clearly pissed, towards the nest. The pup complied, but continued to glare at Katsuki.

Fucking brat.

Once the pup was settled, Izuku turned to look at Katsuki again. “Your wounds will take a few weeks to heal, unfortunately. The hemlock toxin is often debilitating.”

Katsuki’s eyes hardened. “Are you fucking serious?”

Izuku shot him a stern glare as he approached Katsuki’s bed. The alpha huffed under his stare, crossing his arms like a petulant child. “There’s only so much I can do. You’re blessed enough to be alive, Bakugou. Don’t be greedy.”

“From what I saw, you fucking capable of plenty.”

And just like that, the atmosphere of the room darkened. 

Izuku’s expression had gone stony and pale, which was even more eerie as the fire started to fade. Katsuki sensed his error immediately, but he’s not really known for taking caution. If anything, he a bit of a firecracker.

The small omega scowled, his bitter pheromones stinging in the air. “You don’t know anything about me, Bakugou.”

Katsuki clenched his jaw. “You’re an elemental. I’m not stupid.”

Thunder crashed in the distance, only proving Katsuki’s point. Hiro whined from the nest, flinching with every roaring sound.

Elemental magic isn’t like anything Katsuki’s familiar with. It’s a rare form of chaos magick that died out centuries ago. Elementals were often hailed as gods and treated as such, mostly due to the insane power they held. Fire, Water, Air, and Earth are the standard Elemental classes. 

However, there are a few classes that are much more terrifying.

Chaos Elementals were wiped out long before humanity even existed. Then there’s Peace Elementals, who (despite their name) are their own branch of crazy.

Finally, there are the Storm Elementals. 

Storm Elementals aren’t as strong as Peace or Chaos, but they’re much stronger than the standard classes. They can bend any element to their will and harness even the wildest storms. These are the elementals that were hailed as Gods, specifically because their emotions were enough to wipe out entire kingdoms.

“I suggest that you hold your tongue, Bakugou.”

Izuku’s voice had gone scarily quiet and hushed, almost drowned out by the thunder outside. His eyes gleamed as they glared at Katsuki.

Katsuki scowled, swallowing down the growing dread in his bones. He’s not one to get scared, but he also knows better than to piss off a powerful deity. Izuku’s breathing was labored and his hands were clenched into fists, almost as if he was trying to control himself.

Before either adult could say anything, the door opened.

“Mama? You’re making it rain again.”

Eri.

The small omega blinked, snapping out of his angered daze as he looked at the small pup. Eri stared up at him, her silvery hair wet and sticking to her forehead. To Katsuki’s surprise, the thunder slowly ceased.

Izuku took a shaky breath before pushing Eri’s wet hair out of her face. “Sorry, sunshine.”

Eri smiled softly, leaning into Izuku touch before looking at the nest. Hiro was still whining, clutching furs to his chest. “I think the thunder scared Hiro, Mama. Can I go cuddle him better in the nest?”

“Of course. Go on, sunshine.”

Katsuki watched as Eri chirped and bolted for the nest. She climbed into it with ease, carefully minding its intricate design. Once inside, the small pup hugged her brother and burrowed him against the soft furs.

The sight was cute, even though Katsuki would never say that out loud.

Izuku took another shaky breath before looking at Katsuki. His eyes were still angry, but much more muted. “Don’t disrespect me in my own home, Bakugou. You are a guest, but I won’t hesitate to put you outside. Understood?”

His true threat went unsaid. ‘I won’t hesitate to let you die.’

Shit.

Katsuki clenched his jaw as certain memories flashed through his brain. Specifically, he remembers Izuku ripping the heart from the alpha’s chest. “Understood.”

“Good.”

++++++

{0.2} of monsters and men

“People," Geralt turned his head, "like to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves. When they get blind-drunk, cheat, steal, beat their wives, starve an old woman, when they kill a trapped fox with an axe or riddle the last existing unicorn with arrows, they like to think that the Bane entering cottages at daybreak is more monstrous than they are. They feel better then. They find it easier to live.”

― Andrzej Sapkowski

I Z U K U

Truthfully, Izuku prefers the dense wilderness to people.

The enchanted woods of Musutafu is not for the faint of heart, but that how Izuku likes it. Its full of all kinds of magical creatures if you know where to look. Plus, it was rare to see human of any kind venture into it. The village labeled it as cursed, so it allowed the feral omega to live in solitude.

After all, he’s lived like this for nearly fifteen years.

Izuku’s home rests in the deepest part of the wood, near a cave system he had stumbled upon when he was eleven. It had everything he needed, including a steady stream, an abundance of herbs, wildlife, and the best timber to build things from. 

His main living area was in the largest cave, which he had hand-built an opening for. He kept it insulated with furs and even dried brush in an attempt to make it hospitable. The other, much smaller caves, had various uses. Food storage (for winter), a heat room (which is pretty self explanatory), and a room he specifically used for medicinal supplies.

On the outside, Izuku had constructed a decent fire pit and had a place for skinning meat off to the side. It had a nice view of the dense woods and the stream, which damn-near sparkled during sunset.

Closer to the stream, Izuku has garden that he works hard to keep up and running. Living out here isn’t easy, especially since he has pups to feed.

Until Eri and Hiro were born six years ago, Izuku had lived in complete solitude. He had the pleasure of helping a few injured fae here and there, and once he had the opportunity to nurse a sick griffin back to health. While the circumstances of their birth were less than ideal, but Izuku had been so happy not to be alone anymore.

However, it came with certain drawbacks.

Since the pups were sired, humans suddenly seemed to pop up all over the woods. Not only did they pose a threat to Izuku, but to the forest as a whole. And, to protect his family, the small omega made sure that no human ever got out alive.

At least, until he found a large alpha in the middle of his home. At first, Izuku had every intention to kill him, but he has certain beliefs that must be upheld.

Katsuki is from the Southern Isles, a clan full of magic and age-old traditions. Ages ago, long before giving birth to his twins, Izuku vowed to never harm a magical being. Thus, he carried the brute all the way back to his home.

Which he’s kind of regretting.

“Fuck you. I can feed myself.”

Izuku huffed, placing the spoon back in the bowl he’d crafted out of bone. Katsuki glared at him, still pale and sickly-looking from the poisoned arrows. “The poison is still affecting your nervous system, Kacchan. Your hands are shaking so bad that you can’t lift anything!”

The blond alpha scowled even more, glaring at the bowl of deer stew in Izuku’s hands. “I’m not a helpless pup!”

“Clearly.” Izuku muttered, shooting Katsuki a pointed look before glancing to his twins..

Closer to the fire, Eri and Hiro ate their own portions with eager mouths. As usual, their faces were messy but Izuku didn’t really mind. Messy eating meant that they enjoyed the food, which is the most important thing.

Izuku glanced at Katsuki again, who was staring shamelessly at him. “My pups are more mature than you are. It’s ridiculous.”

Katsuki bristled, his vermilion eyes flashing in the firelight. “Fuck-”

The small omega snarled sharply, making the alpha fall silent. “Watch your mouth. If you teach my pups how to curse, not even the gods could save you from my wrath.”

After few seconds, Katsuki huffed.

“Whatever.”

Izuku clicked his tongue before scoffing, With steady hands, the small omega scooped up another mouthful of food and held it up to Katsuki. “Eat. You won’t be able to leave if you don’t heal, Kacchan. I’m trying to help.”

Katsuki glared at the spoon again. “I never asked for your help.”

The small omega felt his eyes twitch. “You would’ve died if I hadn’t done anything. I refuse to live with your death on my conscience.”

A beat.

“You had no problem killing that rogue alpha.”

At that, Izuku’s face finally twisted into a scowl. Katsuki is quickly grating on his nerves, so he needs the gods’ help to keep a clear head. “He threatened my life and the lives of my children. You, however, have done nothing of the sort.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed immediately. “You ripped his heart out.”

The small omega huffed. “And I’m sure you’ve killed in much worse ways. I may live like a savage, but I’m well aware of your customs.”

Besides, you’re hardly the first dragon-rider I’ve met.

And you won’t be the last.

After a few minutes of intense staring, Katsuki sighed in defeat and allowed Izuku to feed him. For the omega, the interaction felt pretty standard. He spends plenty of his time tending to injuries, especially if a wandering fae experienced a human attack. However, Katsuki is clearly a bit more affected by the intimate task.

Izuku watched as Katsuki chewed, making sure that the alpha’s muscle movements weren’t too affected by the poison. “Any pain or numbness?”

Katsuki swallowed before shaking his head. “Feels fine.”

The freckled omega smiled, scooping another bite and holding it up to the alpha’s lips. “Good. Hopefully, the toxins will fully flush out of your system in a few days. Your movements will be a bit stunted, so you’ll have to be careful.”

After that, the air fell blissfully silent. Eri and Hiro (who had finished their portions) played with each other next to the nest. As usual, both pups were wary of Katsuki, which is honestly a very good thing. Being cautious has saved Izuku life in more ways than one.

Once Katsuki finished, Izuku stood and gathered everyone’s utensils. Then he dipped them in water he gathered from the stream, masking sure that the food was properly washed off. As he did so, he felt a tug on his pant leg.

Izuku glanced down, locking eyes with Hiro. “What is it, raindrop?”

“My horn hurts, Mama.”

Oh.

The small omega hummed before gently lifting the whimpering pup into his arms. He carried him to the nest with ease, placing him among the soft furs. “Let me take a look. Have you been using your magic, Hiro?’

Hiro whimpered as Izuku prodded the horn. “N-no, Mama. Too scary.”

Izuku pursed his lips as he studied Hiro’s forehead. His horn was a bit different from Eri’s with a slight curve and jagged edge, so it caused him quite a bit of pain. “I think its just growing, raindrop. Would you like some willow bark to chew on?”

“Yes please.”

The small omega smiled before kissing the pup’s forehead. Then he stood and walked back towards Katsuki, who was watching the interaction with an unreadable look in his eyes. Izuku forced himself to look away and grabbed some willow bark from the medical supplies he brought for the blond.

As he bent down, Katsuki’s soft voice barely met his ears.

“Is he okay?”

Izuku stilled as his viridian eyes snapped to Katsuki. “Don’t concern yourself with that. They’re just growing pains.”

With that, the freckled omega gave the bark to the whimpering pup. Immediately, Hiro started chewing on the willow bark with fervor, his tiny fangs digging into the rough texture. After a few moments, happy chirps echoed from his throat.

The small omega smiled, pressing an affection kiss on Hiro’s nose. “Good pup.”

“Thanks, mama. Sleep?”

“Yup. It’s bedtime.”

*****

Once both pups were settled and fast asleep in Izuku’s nest, the freckled omega returned to Katsuki’s side. The alpha had gone strangely quiet, but Izuku isn’t sure as to why. He could be sleepy, or Katsuki could simply be taking in his surrounding like a sensible person.

Either way, Izuku doesn’t mind too much.

Izuku sighed, rinsing his hands in water before digging to the medicinal herbs he put aside for the alpha. “Sorry about that. I didn’t want them bothering you while I reapply the poultice.”

Katsuki hummed, his eyes glued to Izuku’s face. “Its fine. I’m not a complete ass, you know.”

Oh?

The omega raised a brow at Katsuki with a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Considering that you threw a fit because I had to feed you, I find that a bit hard to believe. Besides, most alphas wouldn’t be happy that my attention is on my pups.”

Katsuki’s expression hardened. “Your pups come first. Don’t apologize for that shit.”

Izuku stilled as his eyes widened with surprise. He stared at Katsuki, who’s still scowling like a pissy child, but the small omega couldn’t stop the elated feeling in his chest. In fact, he felt his skin flush the tiniest bit.

With trembling fingers, Izuku carefully unwrapped the alpha’s injured leg.

The freckled omega took a shaky breath, trying to calm the growing butterflies in his stomach. “That’s…surprisingly sweet of you, Kacchan.”

“I’m plenty sweet. You’re just stubborn.”

Izuku laughed as he scooped a bit of the healing poultice on his fingers. Then he gently applied it to Katsuki’s wounds, making the alpha flinch. “You’re not wrong. Being stubborn is one of the reasons I’ve survived for so long.”

Katsuki’s eyes snapped to Izuku’s face. “How long have you lived here?”

The small omega hummed, applying more poultice as a small blush crept across his skin. For some reason, Katsuki keeps making him flustered. “I’ve lived in the woods for fifteen years now. This cave, though, has been my home for twelve.”

A heavy silence blanketed the air between them.

Izuku’s eyes flickered to Katsuki’s face. Oddly enough, the blond alpha looked like he was horrified yet impressed. 

“Fuck. That long?”

The freckled omega nodded, dipping his hands in cold water again. Then he started to wrap the leg wound, keeping his movement gentle. “I…I wasn’t always out here. I used to live in Musutafu with my mother.”

The sentence alone left a bitter taste on Izuku’s tongue. If he had the choice, Izuku would let that entire village burn to the ground. Maybe then, Izuku would feel retribution.

“Alright, Kacchan. I need to change the bandages on your chest.”

The blond alpha huffed, allowing Izuku to help him upright. His skin felt hot under the omega’s fingertips, which is pretty standard with hemlock. After positioning the makeshift pillows, Izuku stripped the bandages and rinsed his hands.

After a few moments of silence, Katsuki spoke again.

“What happened? To your mother, I mean.” His voice was soft, almost unsure.

I figured you’d ask.

Izuku swallowed thickly, scooping up some more poultice and applying into Katsuki’s sculpted chest. “As I said earlier, Musutafu doesn’t take too kindly to magic. My family is distantly related to a line of witches, so my mother wasn’t concerned about it.”

Katsuki tensed. “But you’re a storm elemental.”

The small omega smiled sadly. “Unfortunately. I was born during a huge storm, which should’ve been a sign. However, my powers didn’t reveal themselves until after my eighth birthday.”

“Shit,” Katsuki cursed, flinching as Izuku pressed a bit too hard on a wound.

Izuku hummed. “Sorry. The arrow got you pretty deep right here.”

The blond alpha huffed, a small growl radiated from his chest as Izuku continued to press down. He kind of feels bad, but it needs to be done. “It’s fine…Just sore. But you’ve been in this damned place since you were eight?”

He sounds…angry?

With a small smile, Izuku moved to a different wound. “Yeah. I barely escaped with my life…but my mother wasn’t so lucky. They burned her at the stake, and planned to do the same to me.”

Honestly, Izuku isn’t sure why he’s explaining himself to a stranger. Its not something he enjoys talking about, but the thought of someone else knowing gave him comfort. Its weird, but in a pretty decent way. Besides, Katsuki is probably just as aware of magic discrimination.

Katsuki’s jaw clenched. “What the fuck.”

Izuku laughed, scooping up some more poultice on his fingers. “I’m pretty sure that they think I died out here. And I’d like to keep it that way.”

For my pups.

I can’t risk anyone finding out what they can do.

++++++++

AUTHOR’S NOTE

I might continue this, but no promises. Feel free to make fan art or whatever, and any potential ideas are welcome!

All the love <3 

#omega deku #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #mha #mha fantasy au #bnha #bnha fanfiction #alpha bakugou #bakudeku #bakugou x izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x midoriya #midoriya izuku #witch deku #barbarian bakugou

[natsukitakama]

Headcanon : Control feat Floch Forster

"Well since some writers claim that Floch would be rough in bed then how about smut Floch with a fem soft s/o, she’s not exactly a tease person, she’s just incredibly shy, needy and sensitive who gets embarrassed easily. I’m really curious if Floch would be rough or gentle with her if his s/o is soft and shy but when she’s naked, she gets embarrassed and cover herself"

Author note : Gotta admit I’m a little bit curious too, I mean the big boi got a huge switch energy. Like I can’t totally picture him being a 100%DOM or a 100%SUB maybe it’s just me but I feel like he is a switch a big one. I wrote a headcanon + a tiny scenario.

As usual I apologize for taking so long I hope you’ll enjoy it ♡

Also I don’t know what to do with my life anymore lol was it nasty enough ? Was it good ? I need to write more caliente headcanon I’m still insecure about it lol

Warning : NSFW / SMUT / Mention of spoil from season 4

SMUT : mention of spanking, mention of spitting, mention of rough sex, a little bit of hair pulling nothing bad

Masterlist

Sex with Floch is difficult, there’s nothing wrong with neither of you.

Since his return with Shinganshima, he kinda lost a part of him. He was never the tender one but this event surely broke what was left of his kindness.

It doesn’t mean he would act violently toward you, but he became easily frustrated and not in the good way. Meaning sometimes he will get angry easily, he tends to be violent each time someone doesn’t agree with him. He became a monster but he hasn't known that yet.

Now, he was really in love with you and knowing your personality he couldn’t really be too rough on you.

A part of him really enjoy being rough on you, knowing he was corruption you a little bit more each time he was thrusting into you. It fascinated him the way you would bend at each of his command, opening your mouth when it told you so, screaming begging when he gave you an order. Instead of being rough for the thrill of it, he was rough on you because he loves seeing you getting all red from pleasure not being able to talk because he was fucking you dumb.

Since back in Shinganshima he couldn’t control anything, he would be in control now especially in his sex life and since you were just co compliant with him. He couldn’t just leave this opportunity.

The fact that you were so shy around him even though you’ve been naked in front of him a lot of times never felt to tease him to be a little more rougher on you. Your personality just triggers his « dark instinct »

Now, we must not forget that in the beginning Floch was and would remain a switch, which mean sometimes he needs to feel you taking care of him. To put it simple Shinganshima broke him, and since no one tries to bring him back, he works on his own to not just fall apart.

Some times he needs comfort, some times he needs to be in control. Especially for sex, during a period, when he felt especially « weak » or at least fragile, he would put extra roughness on you meaning he’ll tend to bend you over a desk or anything for that matter as long as he can bend you over, moving your ass up spreading your legs widely so he could get a nice view of your ass and leg.

He might even went as far as to took a bunch of your hair and pull it so you would scream at the pain, and while your mouth would be widely open he won’t hesitate and spit into your mouth.

He also tends to put extra slapping at your ass just because he feels like it

You’re lucky that he is hitting all the good spot, cause the man is too lost on his own pleasure to even notice that well he is particularly rough. But don’t worry, you two got safe word just in case he is too lost on his feeling.

Or, when he feels cocky or just because he is tired from his works. Floch would just lay down on his bed, hands behind his head as you’re looking at him expecting to be taken by him. Then he will just narrow one of his brown eye and say « what ? You’re expecting me to take care of you ? Naah it’s not how it’s work (scuse me sir aren’t you the one who broke me last night ???) you want me y/n then take that cock cause I won’t put a single finger for you ».

But when he feels lonely or sad, or just because you feel like you needed to put him at his place. Spank him, edge him, overstimulate him, make him beg for release and that fucker would even cum harder than usual (little bastard). There’s one thing he might be against, it’s pegging, like a finger or a two why not but a whole toy in his butt ? You’ll need to be a little more convincing for this one (read : fuck him dumbs until he can’t even remember his name and he won’t even whine)

But to do that you’ll need to be extra confident with that, cause even though he is a switch don’t forget that he is most and foremost a jerk, so basically he won’t let you have his way with you easily especially if you tend to be super shy.

If you think that fucker won’t tease the hell out of you for being cocky ? You don’t know Floch.

« Well well what do we have here ??? And here I thought you were innocent Y/N »

« S-Shut up Floch »

« Make me. »

Damn brat *cough cough*

Anyway, if during foreplay or even in the « it » of the moment you felt insecure or sad, use your safe word, Floch isn’t really good at reading people and he might think you were acting extra shy as usual while in fact you were feeling bad over something. Then proceed to explain to him what’s wrong.

He is the stupid worshipper. Always like « Huh ? You think you’re ugly ? Are you stupid ? Of course you’re hot look at you ? I thought you were smarter than y/n » damn buddy it hurts coming from you. Also the dirty worshipper.

« Such a nasty hole you are y/n look at it all clutching around nothing waiting for me to fill it entirely. Fuck you’re wonderful y/n »

« Mamama look at those legs they were made to be wrapped around my hips »

« Damn it y/n you sure know how to suck a cock »

« Look at you taking my cock so well, I swear your swallow me without a blink of an eye what a good slut you are y/n »

Yeah that’s his praise

I’m sorry

He’s doing his best

So yeah he might be a switch if you’re too shy to dom him, well all he has to do his to take the leas right ?

Now if we’re focusing about your first time not just with him, like if you’re a virgin that would be another story.

A part of him want to be extra rough on you like he will corrupt you, you know ? Not really a kink of him but the thought of it got his dick hard as rock so safe to say that he is not against the idea of fucking you dumb.

But as the thought was starting to drive him crazy he realized that for a first time, knowing your personality being quite shy and embarrassed easily he might not be the best idea to just jump into you. Maybe taking your time together would be for the best, so both of you would learn about each other’s body, sweet spot, what to do or not do.

He won’t be too vanilla because that’s not how he is especially now that he joined the yeagarist, in fact his return from Shinganshima changed him into a cold man, mentally instable but somehow strong when it came to follow his belief, but still as I stated before he always needed control but also need a way to get out of his nightmare. So being rough with you in bed sound like a perfect way to escape his reality, of course it’s not healthier way but it’s work so he won’t complain.

Now that being said, even if it won’t be your first time together I can’t see him forcing you into things that make you uncomfortable. He is a dick, but he cares about you. He might try to convince you to at least give it a shot, especially if he felt that the reason that you’re refusing it’s just you being shy (even if he told in his own way that there no need to be shy round him). But he felt that something scares you, he won’t force you and won’t even bring it again.

I don’t feel like he is into gun play/ arm play for that matter, not into blood play either. He is surrounded by blood and weapons all the time, sex with you is supposed to be a safe place where he can escape his old demons so no gun for the baby.

In conclusion, the fact that you are shy angel won’t stop him for being you so it’s up to you to tell him what’s good for you or not.

I know for a shy person it’s difficult to talk about the sensitive subject but remember that communication is a key, he might be a dick and sometimes you’d feel like you can’t talk to him like he is an ass (he is but hey you love him) like he didn’t care about your opinion but that’s not true, you are important and probably the only thing that matter to him (aside from saving paradise but you includes so) so don’t be afraid.

Tiny scenario because it took me forever to post it as a compensation :

« Fuck yeah you feel amazing y/n »

For some reason today Floch was particularly generous with you, not that usually he is not. But today he felt like spoiling you. At first it started with multiple hot make-out session everytime you two were alone. Pushing you against the near wall or holding you against his firm chest, it’s like his lips couldn’t leave yours for like one minute. One of his hand was behind your neck keeping your head firmly against him as the other left for your ass to grab it. Your body was caught between his body and the wall, so all you could do was putting your arm around his neck and just enjoy his warmth as he was greedily kissing you. After all, you hadn’t got the chance to see your boyfriend for a while, to be exact after your mission in Mahr and the capture of Eren you barely caught a moment together to share a kiss. He claimed that there was nothing against you and that he was just very busy since the situation between Mahr and Paradis was still tight.

So, his little greediness was welcomed, you couldn’t help but starting to feel touch starved. You were missing him to the point that you started to wear some of his coat just to be able to catch some of his warmth. Of course you didn’t say anything about it, knowing your boyfriend you wouldn’t see the end of it. After kissing you for like the tenth time, Floch finally moved a little to be able to see you from your entirety. Lips swollen slightly open as you were taking your breath since he barley left you time to take a breath, hair a little messy for the way he was grabbing it firmly, cheeks all pink (probably because you were both embarrassed and turned on by his action). It was definitely a view that was worth it. Since his return from Mahr, Floch hasn't had time much to his dismay to mange some quality time with you, hell he couldn’t even remember the last you two has gone on a date together. Knowing the situation, and what was about to happen with the yeagarist he won’t be able to take you on a date before a long time. So he felt like he needed to take every occasion to have his way with you, kissing you, stroking your body, feeling you against him cause who knows when he’ll be able to have you close to him again ? He was starting to feel angry and eager;

Alongside, let’s be honest the yeagarist didn’t do anything to help him. All the time, he could hear them whining about some soldier who apparently wasn’t on their side, or about the fact that yeah some of them have spent a couple of days in jail. They were starting to get on his nerve, most of them were just spoiled brat who never went into hell and here they have the guts to complain about their condition ? What a shame. He started to feel his shoulder getting heavy. His muscles too were sore, his patience was slowly disappearing worst, he started to have nightmares again. It all started because he wasn’t with you, because he barely spent time with you. He needed you. He needed you right now.

« Floch a-are you okay ? Y-You keep staring at me »

« Do I ? Sorry you just looked amazing all fucked up because of him »

« I-I’m not fucked up »

« Yet. »

A race and a couple of clothes on the floor later, here you were bending over his bed. Face down with a hand firmly against your neck, ass up all good for Floch as he was grinding against you as if it would be the last time that you two would have sex. You were used to Floch being rough against you and to be honest you didn’t mind it since he was hitting all the good spot, and the way he is grunting each time you were clutching against him was music to his hear. Also the dirty talk didn’t help. But today was different, for some reason the foreplay lasts longer than usual, you noticed that Floch took extra time kissing each inch of your body, stroking everything that he might forget. He also ate you out longer than usual putting extra time to make you cum multiple time before he could even put the head of his dick in you. You didn’t mind though, it was good to be spoiled by Floch without even begging for it.

« I could spend my life between your leg y/n but now it’s time for the real fun, come on I want you on four for me. Spread those gorgeous legs of yours for me cause I can’t spend any minute without being in you »

As he was thrusting into you senseless, you felt that he was slowing down but still keeping a firm rhythm against you. Then you felt your body moving, so you could be face to him, he moved his own body too bringing your ankle around his head as your legs were now on his shoulder. The light coming from the windows highlight his toned chest and his arm muscles, his hair were a mess from all the time he put them in place. Even after getting intimate with him multiple times, getting naked in front of him was still something that embarrassed you. He knew that. So it was no surprise for you that you hear him chuckled at your state before slowing down putting your knee at your chest, so he could kiss you again for like the hundred time.

« You felt like heaven babe I’m not kidding I can die now it would be perfect. So tight and warm for me »

And then as if nothing happened, he roughly starts to thrust into you. Floch’s head was now in the crook of your neck as he was breathing heavily, your hand were now on his hair grabbing it each time he was hiding your sweet spot. His movement were kinda slow though as he was taking time to thrust deeply into you reaching whenever spot he was looking for, you swore you could feel his head on your stomach or maybe it was just you losing your mind. It didn’t help that you suddenly felt his hand between your leg touching you, stroking you, teasing you so you would approach your climax quicker than him. No doubt that Floch planned to either edge you or overstimulate you, knowing how he spoils you before, he might overstimulate you until you would be nothing but a mess.

How long would you last before loosing your mind ? That’s what Floch was about to know.

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[palbabor-writes]

Paralyse

this is for @libiraki​. ily pwetty lady (づ◡﹏◡)づ warnings: tw.dubcon, tw.cucking, SMUT/18+ only, vouyerism, fingering & other dirty things

Paralyse par·a·lyze /ˈperəˌlīz/ verb cause (a person or part of the body) to become partly or wholly incapable of movement.

It should have worn off by now.

It’s not supposed to take this long, to feel like this. It had barely hit him; there’s no way he hadn’t dodged it in time. Fucking, stupid, quirk. Why bother to activate it? What’s the use if it doesn’t kick in for hours? It hadn’t helped the man; he’d died all the same. 

Goddamn it.

Shigaraki tries to shift his fingers, his toes, his shoulders. He can sense that his brain is sending the right signals, that the correct neurons are firing, sparking, fizzing within his heavy muscles; they have to be, because he can sense the ache that they leave behind. 

But nothing changes. He’s locked in place, his head craned against the floor, eyes narrowed, teeth gritted, a thin line of drool slipping down his useless lips. 

Dabi had knocked him from the thin mattress, forcing you to crouch down beside him, telling you how to position him, to lift his chin a little more, to ensure that Shigaraki can see everything that’s unfolding before him. 

Dabi’s not supposed to be here.  

No, Dabi had said he was going to be away for the next few days, pounding the pavement and scouting for new recruits. He must have finished early, or given up. He always had some kind of excuse, some brisk wave of his long fingers, staples glinting against the dim light of the bar top, assuring his “boss” that he’d get to it, eventually. 

Shigaraki isn’t even sure how the asshole had gotten into his room.

For his part, Shigaraki had been useless for hours, collapsing soon after his return, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud, scattering dust and a sharp collection of gasps from his followers. You’d reached for him, hands tugging his head up, begging him to tell you what was wrong, what had happened.

He couldn’t say, couldn’t answer, his jaw tense, already locking up from the paralysis quirk he’d been unlucky enough to fall under the spell of.

You’d done your best to prop him back up and Kurogiri had ensured that the two of you were warped to the dark sanctuary of his bedroom seconds later, sequestering him from the prying gaze of the others.

Someone must have told Dabi. Must have said that Shigaraki was incapacitated, weak, vulnerable, leaving you, by default, ripe for the taking. 

He’d never liked that you’d elected to pair off with Shigaraki. Always snapping and baring his teeth at the two of you, angry that you’d somehow managed to slip through his mottled fingers. 

Shigaraki had done his upmost to play up on those frustrations, pleased he could rile such vehement emotions from the flame user. He’d flaunted his access to you, touching you, kissing you, marking you with dark bites and bruises. Apparently, he’d struck more than a nerve. 

Well, if turn about is fair play, Dabi’s done his best to ensure that Shigaraki has got a good view.

You’re splayed across the bed, one leg braced under Dabi’s burned skin. There are bright pricks of red and purple that litter your inner thighs, evidence of his all too hot touch against you. He hasn’t left you with a single scrap of clothing and your naked skin prickles against the heat of his fingers and the cool sucks and licks he leaves behind, evidence of his ravenous want. 

“Stop being so quiet,” Dabi chides, cerulean eyes lifting to yours, fixing you with a sharp glare. “How can he hear you if you keep biting your tongue like that? It’s not fair, is it boss?” His head whips around and he barks out a cruel laugh, teeth bright as he leers down at Shigaraki’s prone form. “Anything you wanna see? You fucked her in the ass yet?”

You gasp out a sharp whimper at his final question and squirm under his grip. Dabi looks back at you, staples pulling against the lift of his smile. “Ooooh, think I can take that as a no. Well babe, let’s put on a show for him. Let him see how to really please you, cause’ I know he hasn’t. I know you need something else, something better than the weak fucks that pent up incel has been giving you.”

One of his hands curls under your chin and you lower your head, teeth snapping, trying to catch one of those long fingers as they dance away. He just chuckles and puts more of his body weight against you, his head dipping to the line of your throat. 

“Don’t be like that. Who knows? You might like it. Might like it so much you’ll want more.”

As he presses his nose to your pulse, taking in a sharp inhale and sighing blissfully at the heady scent of you, his other hand has wandered to the apex of your thighs. Deftly, he pushes past your dampening curls and moves his middle finger along your folds, delighting in your sudden, unbidden reaction. 

Your hips coil upward, betraying you with a swiftness that makes your head spin. He’s careful to keep away from your pulsing entrance, pinching at your slippery labia as his tongue traces a wet line to your ear. 

You shake your head, angry with yourself, lifting from the tattered mattress, eyes peering into the darkness, searching for that familiar mop of white hair; looking for him, the one that you really want, you remind yourself, the man that you need. Not Dabi. Not him. You don’t...you don’t want...oh...fuck–

“There we go. I’ll make you a deal, say my name and I’ll touch you where you want me to. How does that sound? Hmmm?”

“D-Dabi! Don’t...I–”

Dabi’s found your clit.

His calloused thumb and forefinger are pinching around the bud, frigging and tweaking it until faint dots pass over your eyes. Your head drops back to the bed and your hips roll, legs unconsciously spreading, your traitorous cunt betraying you, offering you up. 

“Mmm, you look real pretty like this, so pink and...and...fuck babe, look how wet you are,” Dabi pulls away from your heat, catching the spidery strands of your arousal, stretching them across his fingers.

“No! I didn’t...I don’t want this....get off me! You...fucking...disgusting...ah–”

Your voice fades away as you watch him, eyes drifting to half mast, lungs burning as you try to contain your budding excitement. He’s licking his digits into his mouth, slurping hungrily at the wetness of your cunt, head turning back to the stiffened man behind him.

“Look at her! Can you do this? You ugly fucker? Can you make her wet from just one touch? Do you even fucking know what to do with her? You don’t deserve this, you haven’t earned it. Bet he can’t even make you cum, can he babe?”

He’s looking down at you again, one dark brow arched. “Let’s show him how it’s done. Come on doll, let me hear how much you want me.”

It’s all the warning that you have, all the preparation he allows before his fingers are slipping past the tight ring of your entrance. You neck arches under you, breasts lifting as your back bows off the bed. Before you can blink, his lips are around your tightening nipples, passing from one to the other as he strokes and teases, searching for something within you. 

“Such a good girl, saying my name like that and you’re so sensitive,” Dabi coos, tongue tickling under the curve of your breast. “Tomura, does she do this for you? Nah, I doubt it. Look how much she likes me!”

The only sound from the paralyzed form of Shigaraki is his labored breathing. It rasps across the room and it makes you shiver to know he’s watching. Before you realize what you’re doing, your arms are lifting from your sides, cupping against the back of Dabi’s head, holding him to you as you writhe and buck under his talented fingers.

Dabi gifts you a low groan, teeth dipping out, worrying your tender skin under his soft bites. “Yes, just like that. Tell me babe, tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you, I’ll make it so good you can’t fucking think.” 

You voice is frozen, trapped within the confines of your throat, but your body is speaking for you, answering him with hazy want. On an upward cant his fingertips hit something within you, something that makes a broken sigh escape your trembling lips. You can feel his grin, his lips curling, warm staples passing over you as he taps against the spot again. 

“There,” he moans, rewarding you with another press. “You like that, huh?”

“I–” you falter, mouth falling open and hips lifting. “I don’t...I don’t...”

“Don’t what?” Dabi teases, lifting his dark head from your breasts, raising those preceptive blue eyes to yours. “Want me to stop?”

“No!” you hear yourself cry out, ashamed that you’re so fucking weak, so fickle, but you can’t help it. You want more, you want him.

“Mmm, you’re ready for something else, aren’t you?”

He waits for your answer, fingers stilling within you, making your pussy clench and suck at his stationary digits, vainly asking him to continue. You lift your head, eyes pulling away from his to rest on Shigaraki, searching the vermillion, looking for some kind of answer. 

“Don’t look at him, don’t even think about him,” Dabi scolds, slick fingers snatching your chin, demanding your full attention. “Do you want my cock babe? Do you want me to fill you up?”

Your mouth has gone dry and you can’t think, not when he’s looking at you like that, not when you know Shigaraki is watching, listening, taking all of this in. He must be hard, he must be so hard and he can’t relieve himself, can’t grind his hips over the cold ground, can’t...

Dabi’s hand cracks against your side, slapping against the swell of your ass and driving you into him, bare breasts scraping against his loose shirt. “I said, don’t think about him. I’m all you need and I’m going to make you realize that, one way or another.”

He shoves you back down, a large palm spaying over your collarbone as he rids himself of his dark pants, freeing his heavy, dripping cock and giving it a few quick tugs. 

Your eyes drift downward, widening as you take in his thick girth and gleaming piercings and the gasp that leaves you is all the encouragement he needs. As soon as the exhale leaves your lungs he’s driving forward, splitting you open and flashing you a wild grin as you brokenly call out his name.

“That’s it baby, say it again, tell me again. Say my fucking name,” Dabi laughs, pulling his hips back slowly, watching as his length emerges from your cunt, glistening and wet.

“D-Dabi,” you groan, toes digging into the sheets, bracing yourself for another rough cant, ready to feel him again. 

“Again,” he pants, picking up his pace, his thumb reaching for your throbbing clit. “Say it again. I don’t think he can hear you.”

Shigaraki is mumbling something, his voice hitting a frantic note. It might be your name, it might be a curse, it could be anything, but, at this point, you’re too focused on Dabi to care. He feels good and those piercings of his are heating up, scraping against you until you’re a shivering mess.

“Harder!” you beg, fingertips reaching for the skin of his mangled hips, curving over the slope of his ass, pulling him into you. “Fuck me harder, Dabi. Give me more!”

“Such a good girl,” Dabi laughs, slinging your shaking legs over his shoulders. “Hurry up and break outta that quirk boss. I wanna see what she feels like with two of us. It’s waaaay past time you broke her ass in. Just think how tight this cunt of hers will feel then. Ah, fuck...yes baby, just like that, do that again.”

Shigaraki is gasping behind the two of you, his throbbing cock leaving wet drips against the front of his pants. You look so good. Goddamn it. Why the fuck do you look so good? He should kill Dabi, just reach out for that nasty skin of his and crumple him to dust, but he’s right. Shigaraki wants to see what you feel like with two dicks. Will it make you tighter? Will it feel good? How loud will you scream for him when he shoves past the puckered ring of your ass?

God.

His arms are starting to tingle and he can feel his toes again. Not long now, he thinks, watching as Dabi pounds you into the ratty mattress, dragging more whines and gasps from your pretty lips. He’ll get his due and he’ll show you what a fucking slut you are, show you just how much you need him.

How much you need both of them. 

notes: sigh, it got too long :(             

#drabble #kinda? #idk #i cannot write small #sigh #for libi #libiraki #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #tw: dubcon #tw: cucking #bnha smut

[ollifree]

Mahim

Another fic for Blood Moon by @barbwritesstuff, featuring the alpha verse for @atypicalacademic‘s Mahim whom I love with my whole-ass self 💖

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SHIT!!!

It was a howl and scream both that had the entire pack on their feet at once. Mahim flew through the den and found Marco and Vicky about to fling open the bathroom door.

“I’m fine don’t come in!”

Marco flinched back from the shout. Vicky tightened her grip on the door handle. “Olli.”

“I said, I’m fine!”

finefinefinefinefine

Her insistent howls cut through the clamor of worry that had followed her outburst. Vicky waited a moment longer then gave a firm, “Okay.” She grabbed Marco, who for all the world looked like a kicked puppy, and dragged him off by the wrist.

Mahim dragged a hand through his hair, blowing out a breath. He really, really suspected she wasn’t. But, if Marco couldn’t get through that door….

Sergi burst into the other end of the hall; remaining eye wild and golden, all but crashing into the wall in his haste. Lesser of two evils it was.

“Seriously!?” Olli snatched a towel to her chest.

“Sorry.”

“…This is my punishment for invading Carrie’s personal space, isn’t it? Fine, fine.”

“So…” he tried, “what was…that?”

“I had this crazy thought, right? Like, take a shower, get the stink off, maybe shave my head. You know, feel like me again.” Now that he knew to look, Mahim saw the small hairs clinging to her ears and shoulders. “Forgot some asshole vampire took a silver blade to my back.”

Oh fuck.

Explained the towel. Olli was so solidly on the ace spectrum nudity didn’t register as a thing to her. Mahim had only gotten a glimpse of her chest after they’d piled her and Sergi into Vicky’s car. He couldn’t imagine what her back looked like.

“So,” she waved a dismissive hand. “Thanks for checking in. I’m gonna…figure out how to sponge bath a shower-head, I guess.”

“You want help?”

Her face went through several emotions before settling on resignation. “Yeah,” she admitted in a hoarse voice. “Thanks.”

Grabbing a couple rags, Mahim moved behind her while she settled on one of the foot stools the kids used. He inhaled sharply.

“Bad?”

“Yeah. Bad.”

A short, mean-spirited laugh left her.

The blade had cut a near perfect trace down her spine; only veering to the sides at the base of her neck and above her hips. Her flesh had cauterized on contact with the silver. Human doctors had stapled the worst of it and sewn together what they could. An ugly injury that wouldn’t heal pretty. It was a damn miracle she hadn’t been paralyzed.

“Did they get in there and fix my scoliosis while I was open?”

“Are your shoulders straight?”

“Yeah?”

“No.” Her right was still higher than her left.

She clicked her tongue. “Fuckers.”

He figured starting at her sides and shoulders to get her nerves used to touch was the best way to go. He got a few minutes in before the drip of water and Olli’s growls when he strayed too close too soon—followed by an apology on both ends—got to be too much.

“Any thoughts about who should be Alpha?”

“Fuck off.”

“No. This pack needs to talk about it.” He needed to talk about it. They needed to. Because…. “Half of us think it should be you.” She froze. “Come on, Olli. You woke up from a fucking vampire attack and took charge of the whole thing like it was picking what to watch for movie night. Everyone knows you’re—”

“No!” Sharp. Visceral. The most he ever heard her be both of those things.

“Olli—”

“Last time I made a decision the Alpha died, Mahim.”

The tears in her voice only made the conversation a thousand times more awkward. She hated that she cried when she was frustrated.

He attempted the humor she kept within easy reach. “You…made the decision the vampires would attack you?”

“I wasn’t supposed to lose another Alpha!” Her shouts rang off the tiles. “I was right there and he—!”

Mahim remembered when the Alpha had plopped him in front of the firepit at the pack’s old den. Warm flames that leached into his bones the same as the lazy, chattering howls of a pack at peace did. Sergi had looked over from the cigarette he and Marco were sharing. Fond exasperation was in his voice. “Really, Alpha? Another one?”

Leaves crunched behind Mahim. “Hey.” He looked up into hazel eyes set in a pale face. With a voice that knew, she asked, “Hunters?”

“Yeah.”

She stepped over the log and took a seat. She extended her hand, and maybe he’d been out of contact longer than he thought; it took a belated moment for him to realize she was introducing herself. “Olli.”

It struck Mahim that then, and the conversation currently happening, were the few times Olli didn’t lace whatever she said with a joke. No deflection, no insisting others would be more affected than her. Just an honest talk.

One of the Wonders of the World was how she and Marco ever got together with how allergic they both seemed to be to frank conversation.

Olli turned and grabbed one of Mahim’s clean washcloths. Scrubbing her arms, she asked, “How’re you holding up?”

“What d’you mean?”

“Moon’s loud.”

“Moon is loud. Doesn’t mean I owe it shit.”

A laugh startled out of her. “Fuck. I’m passing that one on to Carrie. She could use it.”

Mahim hefted a fresh cloth. “Ready for the main event?”

Her face pulled into a grimace. “No.”

She moved her stool closer to the wall. Her hands settled on the tile and she nodded over her shoulder. At the first touch against her injury, her claws cracked the wall and a snarl set deep in her chest.

peacepeacepeace

Hurry.

Mahim finally pressed the rag to the bottom of the cut. Olli flexed her hands and with a long, slow breath her claws disappeared.

“Thanks.”

“Any time.”

“You know what’s weird? That you mean that.” She flexed her back and every single one of her joints cracked. Mahim hoped that wasn’t fresh blood he was seeing. “You could do it.”

“Do what?”

“Be Alpha.”

“…What?”

“Try, ‘You’re right, Olli. I just spent my whole-ass afternoon caring for an invalid when I have a million more important things I could be doing. You’re welcome, by the way.’” There she was.

“You’re not—”

Olli raised a finger. “I did not get a once-in-a-lifetime spinal surgery. An invalid I remain.” She sniffed one of her arms. “Ugh. Never go to a hospital. You’ll smell like it for weeks. Hand me my pants.”

She turned to him after they left the bathroom. “Really. You could be. Think about it.”

Mahim looked at his hands.

#olli writes #blood moon #fic #kani's ocs #sona things #mahim my beloved 💖 #100% inspired by me getting in the shower when it was Too Gattdamn Hot #''whelp. i experienced a trauma. only one thing to do.'' #mahim ''have an open and honest conversation about it?'' #''i can't let people know i have *emotional needs* mahim!''

[aforrestofstuff]

@kaincuro hates when I have correct opinions on animals so I’m making this just to piss him off:

Forrest’s bottom five animals of All Time:

Number five: dogs with blue or light-colored eyes.

NO!!! Put those motherfuckers AWAY!!! Dogs should have big ol black voids of nothingness to reflect the elevator music perpetually playing inside their heads, not beady blue uncanny valley type shit!! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, ASSHOLE. STOP PEERING INTO MY SOUL. YOU LITERALLY CANNOT COMPREHEND ANYTHING. Your eyes are human but your minds will forever remain dog, choose one you dumb bitches because you can’t have both.

Also a lot of dogs with blue eyes are huskies and if I was making a Top Five Bitchiest Animals of all Time list, they would be number one.

Number four: fish with bigass heads for no reason.

For having such large brains these dumb shits probably don’t even know they’re alive. Look at those dead, lifeless eyes. What are you using all that headspace for, huh megamind? You gonna invent something new or you just gonna float around in some saltwater until you get eaten or die? All those nerve endings wasted on nothing. You sicken me. You’d probably talk like that annoying ass white kid with glasses from the Polar Express if you even COULD talk through your mouth and not just use it to inhale water and eat.

Number three: my dog pinto.

He either smells like straight dirt or baby powder, take your pick. He attacks anything that moves, except people because he’s an attention whore. He barks at everything. He farts while he sleeps and then blames it on me. Either that or, he climbs into my bed just to stand on my chest and kick me in the dick. His parents are a Yorkshire terrier and a hot pile of garbage.

Number two: pandas.

An embarrassment to bears all over the world. Polar bears can swim miles in icy waters, grizzly bears are expert foragers, black bears are the same thing but also really cute—and what do they all have in common? They’re excellent hunters. Meanwhile all THESE FUCKERS can do is eat bamboo stalks or whatever and they still SUCK AT IT. Pandas die all the time because they fall out of trees and are just generally incompetent little losers who still need help making themselves a plate of food as grown adults. The only thing they’ve got going for them is their cuteness and even THEN it’s limited because they can’t fucking wash themselves. See that motherfucker in the first picture? Why is his torso brown. His fur is supposed to be WHITE. TAKE A SHOWER, YOU DIRTY SHIT.

Number one: Sphinx “cats”

I put “cats” in quotations because yeah technically they’re felines but they’re really just ballsacks with legs. How do you feel petting a bony, wrinkly skin tag? When they meow for food, does it sound like Gollum mumbling about his precious? It makes me upset that logically these are the only cats I can own if I don’t want to suffer from allergies 24/7.

Whenever pinto takes a bath and gets out all wet and flat, he looks kinda like these fuckers for all of ten minutes and it’s the ugliest shit ive ever seen. The difference is, Sphinx “cats” are like this ALL THE TIME. How do you look at them and not want to put a paper bag over their ugly little wrinkly heads. Awful creatures. I’m so sorry God has done this to y’all.

#I want to clarify this is a joke SHDJFHFH #pinto hours

[idnek83]

By Your Side - chapter 2/3

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, No Game Spoilers, Coming Out, Hurt/Comfort, Verbal and Physical Abuse, Homophobia, Other Tags To Be Added

Summary: The epilogue of Aid, in which Soda finally comes out to those around him, and accomplishes a goal he’s had ever since that fateful day in the beach house.

Chapter: 1, 2

Read on Ao3

This Chapter: Soda comes out to his father and things go about as poorly as one would expect. But maybe he hasn't lost nearly as much as he thinks.

Please mind the tags. This chapter contains non-graphic depictions of verbal and physical abuse. If you don’t want to read it but would like to know what happened, please read the summary in the ending notes on AO3

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Coming out to his friends had been so easy that he had almost convinced himself that coming out to his dad could be easy too.

It wasn’t that bad really, he only hit him a few times, he’d been beaten worse for breaking things in the garage.

He was glad he told Gundham not to come though.

“You’re already such a useless fuckin’ disappointment-”

Really, watching how Gundham would react to his father’s abuse would probably have been way harder to take.

“Now you ain’t even gonna have a kid and continue the family? Too busy suckin’ dick like a disgusting-”

At this point his dad was pretty much just repeating himself. Earlier, Soda had tried to appease his father by pointing out that he was actually still interested in women, so technically he might still have a kid someday.

But his father wasn’t listening, so he gave up.

He didn’t really want kids anyways.

He was too scared he’d end up like his dad.

“-outta my house before I throw you out!”

Oh, that was new. He probably should have been listening better. He really was useless.

“What?”

“I said you best get your ass outta my house real quick, or I’m gonna throw ya out, and don’t even think ‘bout coming back unless you’re ready to put this gay shit behind you.”

His father’s entire face was red, a few ugly veins stood out on his forehead, and he looked cartoonishly angry.

Soda couldn’t help but think it was almost funny.

“Can I, um, can I grab some of my stuff first?”

Soda wasn’t really sure how he was acting so calm, it always happened when things with his dad got really bad. Calm didn’t stop his father from hitting him, but it usually stopped him from hitting harder.

His father’s eyes narrowed and his shoulders tensed in a way Soda had learned meant he should start preparing to be hit again, but to his surprise his father just turned and stormed away after mumbling “Ya got 15 fucking minutes,” followed by a string of insults Soda knew were supposed to be hurtful, but hardly affected him anymore.

It’s hard to feel rain drops when you’re already soaked.

He walked to his room an sat on the bed.

He just stared.

What was he supposed to do? Pack? Most his stuff was already in his dorm at Hope’s Peak. Why had he asked to get his stuff when there wasn’t even anything important here?

He looked vacantly around his room.

It was pretty sparse. Just some dirty clothes thrown around on old worn-out furniture. There was a picture of him and his dad on the nightstand.

Maybe he should take that? People always take photos with them in movies and shit, so that’s probably what he’s supposed to do, right?

He threw it out the window instead.

It probably should have made him feel something, but he just felt numb.

He grabbed a pillowcase and stared filling it with his clothes and some of the random junk he had sitting around, not really paying attention to what he was doing.

Was this the last time he would ever be in this room? In this house?

The thought made him freeze.

He was about to lose the only home he’d ever had.

He swallowed a lump in his throat and laid down on his bed, tried to remember the feeling of it and the image of his ceiling.

It was stupid, but he felt like he would miss staring at that ceiling, suddenly every little bump and scratch felt like an important part of who he was. He had stared at it his whole life and now he just… wouldn’t be able to ever again.

He felt like he was upset about the wrong thing, but he couldn’t stop the tears from coming to his eyes anyway.

He was definitely going to miss that ceiling.

There was a knock at the door.

Shit, had it been 15 minutes already?

He stood and grabbed his sack of stuff, wiped his face, and opened the door to his room for what was probably the last time.

No one was there.

He checked his phone to see if his time was actually up, maybe he was just hearing things.

He had 12 missed calls from Gundham and twice as many unanswered texts.

There was another knock at the door.

Not his room door.

The front door.

Oh god, no.

He ran to the front door and pulled it open. He wasn’t the least bit surprised to see Gundham standing there looking both incredibly concerned and incredibly angry.

He was surprised when he didn’t immediately shove both himself and his boyfriend out the door like he had been planning to though.

Something about seeing Gundham just then, seeing the man he felt so safe around right as he was losing his home broke him, and instead of pushing Gundham back and away from the building like he should, he wrapped his arms around him and choked a sob into his chest.

Gundham held him tightly, and for a moment Soda didn’t feel so lost.

And then his dad found them.

“And this is the fucking guy? Really went with the fruitiest fucker you could, huh? Couldn’t pick one that at least looks like a girl could ya, ya little-”

He couldn’t take it if his father and Gundham started fighting. He needed to leave. Now.

He tried to nudge Gundham back, but Gundham just held him tighter.

“Cease your barking, foul beast.”

No.

Gundham shifted, partially shielding Soda from his father. He was definitely getting ready to fight.

No no no.

“I will not allow you to-”

The venom in Gundham’s raised voice sent a chill down Soda’s spine that he wished wasn’t so familiar.

He needed to stop this before it got bad, before he started fearing Gundham’s voice the same way he feared his father’s.

“Gundham, please, don’t.”

It was quiet, pathetic, and mumbled into Gundham’s chest. If his father had heard it he would have laughed and mocked him more, there’s not way it would have stopped him.

But it stopped Gundham.

He felt Gundham tense for a moment, before stroking Soda’s hair and muttering an apology against his temple. It was the exact kind of tender comfort Soda had never dared dream of receiving during one of his father’s episodes.

It made him cling to Gundham harder.

Yeah, his dad really didn’t appreciate that.

Soda was pretty sure Gundham was literally biting his tongue as the two of them walked away from the house, trailed by every insult and threat his father could think to utter. Only once they made it to the sidewalk did Gundham pause and look back. Soda could see him seething, knew Gundham needed to say something, and just pressed his head against Gundham’s shoulder, allowing him to finally speak up.

He didn’t have the energy to stop him anyways.

Gundham locked eyes with Soda’s father and tightened his arm protectively around Soda’s back.

He just hoped Gundham wouldn’t yell again.

“May you one day find enough love to know your actions were wrong.”

It was hardly any louder than Gundham’s usual speaking voice, but the moment of silence that followed it told Soda that his father had indeed heard it.

The renewed vigor of his threats after, however, told him his father didn’t care for the words.

–

Soda wasn’t 100% sure how they got back to campus.

He vaguely remembers being on a bus and hiding his face against Gundham’s neck, doing his best not to cry in public.

He didn’t need more people seeing how pathetic he was.

He remembers the warmth of Gundham’s hand on his back and the soothing sound of his voice, though he can’t really remember anything he said.

He was so useless he couldn’t even pay attention when someone was trying to comfort him.

It wasn’t until they were walking through the doors of their dorm building that he really felt like he was able to focus again. Something about being in a familiar place just made his mind come back from… wherever it had been.

The first thing he noticed was that he didn’t have the pillowcase he had shoved all his shit in.

He didn’t have the pillowcase.

His heartbeat picked up.

He didn’t have his stuff.

He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

He didn’t have a house,

His knees buckled.

He didn’t have a home.

He fell. He felt sick. He felt like he was dying.

Gundham was saying something. He couldn’t hear him. He couldn’t hear anything but his own too loud heartbeat and his brain’s assurance that he had lost everything and that he might as well just die.

Suddenly he was being carried. He wanted to protest but he couldn’t catch his breath, so he just gasped and choked pathetically in Gundham’s arms until he was slowly lowered onto a bed.

His bed.

His bed in his dorm room, covered in his dirty clothes and his unwashed blankets.

Soda gripped the sheets, his sheets, and something about it made the knot in his chest loosen.

He could breathe again.

He opened his eyes, unsure when he had closed them, and looked down at Gundham, who was crouched down before him holding his limp hands in his own.

A small smile graced Gundham’s face when Soda met his eyes.

“Have you returned to me, my love?”

Soda’s mouth felt dry, so he just nodded.

Gundham stood, slowly, the same way Soda knew he would around a frightened animal, and lifted one of Soda’s hands to gently press his lips to his knuckles.

“Do you keep ice in your fridge, dear consort?”

The question felt bizarre. Ice? Was this an overlord thing? He really wasn’t in the mood for that crap…

He managed to choke out a confused “Huh?”

“Ice, my dearest, is there any in your fridge? We must treat your wounds.”

Soda blinked slowly, waiting for his mind to process what was happening.

His wounds?

Oh.

He must have a blackeye.

“Oh, yeah, I’ll get it.”

When he stood Gundham moved as if to stop him, and he felt anger bubble up in his stomach.

“I said I’ll fucking get it! I’m not that fucking useless!”

He regretted it the second he finished speaking. Gundham’s shocked face hurt him more than anything else that night had.

In his mind his raised voice echoed and distorted until he couldn’t tell it from his father’s.

He was on his knees again, sobbing an apology, as gentle arms slowly wrapped around him and a deep voice offered forgiveness he didn’t deserve.

They must have been close enough to his minifridge for Gundham to reach it, as he suddenly felt something cold being lightly pressed into his hands.

It was an icepack he nearly forgot he owned, Mikan had handed them out to everyone in class on a particularly hot day that summer.

He pressed it to his eye, only then did he notice the dull throbbing pain of it.

He let himself fall forward into Gundham’s chest again.

“‘m sorry.” He mumbled again.

“My beloved consort, I can hardly imagine the pain you are feeling at this moment.” A soft kiss to his forehead. “I will remain by your side as you fight the demons which plague you, however unpleasant they may be.”

The words struck fear in Soda’s heart.

“No.”

“My dear?”

“I don’t want that, Gundham.” He took a shaky breath “I don’t want you to be with me if I’m treating you like shit. I don’t care if I’m hurt or whatever, if I treat you like shit you leave, okay?”

“It’s understandable that-”

“No. Gundham, please, I just-” another shaky breath as he pulled far enough away from Gundham that he could meet his eyes “- I don’t want to end up like him, okay? So you can’t… you can’t just let me get away with this shit. E-even when I’m upset.”

Gundham took a moment to consider his words, looking unconvinced.

“Please Gundham. I couldn’t… I couldn’t take it if I hurt you.”

Gundham stroked his cheek and finally nodded.

“Then I will do my best to keep your behavior in check, and in return I will ask only one thing.”

Soda smiled and cocked his head.

“Yeah?”

“You must be kind to yourself as well, dearest.”

It caught him off-guard.

“You have made a habit of speaking of yourself in a depreciating manner. I will not allow you to speak to me in such a way, and I will not allow you to speak to yourself in such a way either.” Gundham smiled and cupped Soda’s chin. “You are the consort of the great Overlord of Ice, my love, all must treat you with respect.”

Soda couldn’t help but laugh a little. It made his face hurt even worse, but it was worth it.

Gundham pulled him close again and quietly chuckled along with him.

Eventually they stood, and Soda looked around his room until he found a mostly clean face cloth to wrap the icepack in, before pressing it back to his swollen eye.

Gundham simply stood in the middle of the room, seemingly uncharacteristically unsure of himself.

“Um, Gundham? What’s, uh, what’s up?” Gundham looking nervous made Soda feel nervous, it was just too unlike him.

“I am… simply unsure if I should stay.”

“Huh?”

Gundham hadn’t once hesitated to spend the night in Soda’s room since they had returned from their vacation.

“I would be happy to stay with you this night, my dear consort, but…you have gone through so much so quickly, I would understand if you wished to have some time alone, or simply some time away from me, as I am .”

Soda was about to protest, of course he wanted Gundham around right now, having the person you love around in a crisis was like the number one thing you were supposed to want, right?

But the more he thought about it the more he realized Gundham had a point. Maybe he felt calm for the moment, but he was sure he’d have another outburst soon, and as much as he appreciated Gundham’s comfort and reassurance, sometimes a guy really just needs to let himself have a good long ugly cry in private, just to get it all out.

“Actually, yeah… I think, um, I think maybe I’ll sleep alone tonight? If that’s alright?”

“Of course it is alright, dearest.”

Gundham smiled for a second before it faltered.

“But please, do not hesitate to contact me if you need anything, my love. Truly anything, big or small, I will do my best to accommodate you.”

Soda smiled a little but could already feel his emotions welling up again at Gundham’s hesitance.

“I will, Gundham. Or? I won’t I guess? Uh, I mean, I’ll text you if I need anything, okay? Just, uh, try not to worry about me to much for now, alright? I’ll… be okay.”

He’d probably be okay, right?

“Of course, I’ll do my best.” Gundham moved to the door as Soda opened it, turning back as he walked through it. “I love you, my dear Soda.”

Soda felt his throat tightening again.

“L-love you too, Gundham.” Maybe it was a little choked, maybe he closed the door a little too fast, but maybe he just didn’t want Gundham to have to deal with any more of his crying that night.

He waited a moment for Gundham’s shadow to disappear from below the door, before once again sliding to his knees.

He expected to sob, the way he had before, but to his surprise he just breathed out a few more shaky breaths.

Maybe he had had enough of his own crying for one night too.

Maybe he just needed another minute.

He decided he might as well get ready for bed. He looked around his room for some cleanish pajamas and found a shirt Gundham had forgotten at some point. It passed the sniff test, smelling only mildly like BO but mostly like Gundham, so he threw it on along with some loose shorts he was mostly certain he had only slept in a few times that week.

He still didn’t feel like crying.

Soda sat on his bed and pulled out his phone, maybe he should just ask Gundham to come back if he wasn’t going to have another breakdown…

He felt guilty when he saw all the still unread messages from Gundham, but he’d deal with those later. For now, he was more interested in some of the other texts he had.

He had told most his friends that he was planning to come out to his father today, so there were a decent number of texts asking how things went.

As he scrolled through his various messages he began to feel guilty, many of his classmates had not only asked how things went but had followed up a while later with concerned messages. Fuyuhiko had even threatened to send some of “his guys” to Soda’s house - to Soda’s Father’s house -  if he didn’t respond soon.

Luckily it seemed like Gundham had done some damage control while Soda had been out of it, as there were also a few messages saying things like “Gundham says you’re safe, but I’m here to talk if you need it!” and offering various words of support and love.

So, turns out he wasn’t done crying.

What had he done to deserve such good friends? He was just a stupid fuck-up and yet there were so many people ruining their nights by worrying about him. The worst part was he couldn’t even find the energy to respond to them. These people were making the effort to try to reach out to him and he couldn’t even do them the courtesy of responding.

His dad was right, he was useless.

He opened the rest of his messages without reading them, just to clear the notifications, then fell face first onto his pillow and tried not to sob. His throat was starting to feel sore, and all the crying really wasn’t helping.

His phone vibrated and he ignored it.

It vibrated again.

And again.

And again.

He grabbed it to put it on silent, but the most recent message caught his eye.

I swear dude if you don’t respond in the next five minute I’m coming back and kicking your ass.

It was Hajime. He and Nagito had decided to go camping for the weekend, and he had been pretty upset when Soda had told him he was going to talk to his dad while Hajime was out of town. Soda had insisted it would be fine and that Hajime should still go, and Hajime had only agreed on the condition that Soda would keep him updated with how things went.

Something he very much did not do.

He shot off a quick “I’m fine,” and almost immediately after he hit send his phone began ringing.

The bastard had tricked him, he couldn’t say he hadn’t noticed Hajime calling now.

He sighed and answered his phone.

“Yeah?” His voice was kind of scratchy, but he didn’t think he sounded like he was crying at least.

To his surprise, instead of the snarky response he had been expecting, he simply heard a relieved sigh and a slightly distant sounding “He’s okay,” before a louder “You had me really worried man.”

Soda choked back another sob. Hajime sounded so genuinely relieved, he could only imagine how worried he must have been.

And he had been planning on just letting him worry…

God he was an asshole.

“I…” Soda really didn’t know what to say.

“It’s okay, I heard from Gundham so I know I should have just dropped it but… I dunno, man, I just really needed to hear your voice I guess? Like to be sure you’re alive?”

Soda let out a deep, shaky breath. He knew Hajime would be able to hear it over the phone, but he needed to calm himself down.

“S-sorry Haj. I shoulda just texted you. It’s my fault for being such a fuck up.”

“Soda, shut the fuck up right now or I actually am going to come back there and kick your ass. You’re not a fuck up, your dad’s a piece of shit, and you 100% are not allowed to feel shitty about not responding to people while you’re in the middle of a fucking crisis, got it?”

Soda froze before laughing at Hajime’s outburst.

“Weren’t you the one g-getting mad at me for not responding, d-dude?” He did his best to keep his voice light, but he couldn’t quite manage it.

“Yeah I know, I shouldn’t have. I probably just made you feel worse, huh?”

Soda paused for a moment.

“Yes and no?”

“What’s that supposed to mean, dude?”

“L-like… yeah seeing your messages and shit made me feel… really shitty, but… now that we’re talking I feel… I dunno, man, just... less shitty?”

There was a quick burst of static that Soda assumed must have been an amused huff from Hajime.

“Soda?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you, man, okay? Don’t forget that.”

Tears welled up in his eyes and he had to swallow around a lump in his throat before responding.

“I love you too, Haj…”

There was a brief pause, both of them feeling a little awkward about being so open, but enjoying the feeling none the less, then-

“No homo.”

They said it at the same time.

Soda’s body shook with laughter, he could hear Hajime howling on the other end of the call and could just barely make out Nagito asking what was so funny in the background. His face hurt so bad, but he couldn’t really make himself care just then.

When their laughter died down Soda sighed.

“Thanks for this, Haj. I… I think I really needed to hear some of that shit…”

“Anytime, Soda.”

There was a brief pause and Soda knew Hajime was debating whether he should end the call or not.

He didn’t want to cut into Hajime’s camping date for too long, so he made the choice for him.

“Anyways, I’m feeling pretty tired, so I’m gonna head to bed now.”

“Okay, man, just… call me if you need to talk more, okay?”

“And risk catching you while you’re in the bone zone? No thanks, dude.”

“First off, never call it that again, second, I’m serious, Soda, call me.”

“Yeah, yeah, dude.”

“Soda.”

“I will. I promise! If I need to talk I’ll call you, even if I think you’re probably fucking, okay? Happy?”

“Yes. Now get some sleep.”

“Okay, mom. Good night.”

Soda heard Hajime’s faint chuckle as he hung-up, and found himself genuinely smiling for what felt like the first time that night.

Sure, maybe him and Hajime weren’t great at actually talking about heavy shit with each other without making it all into some kind of joke, but maybe jokes were the exact kind of thing he needed right then.

Jokes and something to fucking drink.

All the crying he had done that night had really killed his throat, and while the laughing had felt better, it had still just made him that much more aware of how dry his mouth was.

His phone buzzed as he stood to look for a drink. He picked it up expecting to find some snarky message from Hajime, only to see Sonia’s name on his screen instead.

Hello Soda, I do not mean to bother you, but I have made too much tea, and was wondering if you would like some.

Soda smiled at the message. ‘Made too much tea,’ as if Sonia wasn’t a master when it came to all things tea related.

I can leave some at your door if you are not in the mood to chat! I don’t mind!

Was he in the mood to chat? Talking with Hajime had been great, exactly what he needed probably, but would talking with Sonia be the same?

Their relationship had significantly improved over the past few months, the two of them would even sometimes hangout without Gundham around now, but they had never really talked about serious stuff before, they always just kept things light.

But he could really go for some tea, and maybe letting someone other than Gundham see that he was alive and in one piece would help him stop feeling so guilty about ignoring his friends.

Tea sounds good, thanks. I wouldn’t mind a quick chat either.

Great! I’ll be right over! ヾ(^▽^*)

Less than a minute passed before Soda heard light footsteps coming down the hall. He did his best to throw most of the dirty clothes scattered around into the laundry basket and hide some of the clutter before Sonia made it to his door.

“Soda? It’s me, I’d knock but my hands are full.”

“Be right there.” He lanced around his room and deemed it acceptable before pressing his icepack back against his eye and opening the door.

Sonia smiled brightly at him, and he pretended not to notice the way her smile faltered when she first registered the icepack as he invited her in.

There was a small, low table in the middle of the room and Soda gestured for Sonia to set the tea down there. They both sat in uncomfortable silence for a moment, maybe this had been a bad idea after all, Soda wasn’t really in the mood to stumble through an awkward conversation right now.

Sonia reached for a cup at the same moment Soda did, and the strange mirrored movement caused them both to giggle a little, breaking some of the tension.

“I am sorry for coming over like this, I admit I simply wanted to check that you were okay and didn’t prepare a topic for conversations.”

“It’s alright, Sonia. I mean, I kind of knew, you never mess up tea.” Soda smiled at her as best he could while holding the icepack to his eye.

“I apologize for being deceitful.” She smiled back. “I simply couldn’t think of-”

Soda shifted the icepack in his hand, pulling it back from his face to readjust the cloth wrapped around it, only for Sonia to abruptly stop talking and cover her mouth.

Oh right, his eye probably looked pretty messed up right now.

He covered it back up quickly.

“Sorry Sonia, it’s-”

Sonia stood, and Soda assumed she was about to excuse herself, but instead she stepped around the table, knelt beside him, and pulled him into one of the tightest hugs he had ever experienced.

“I’m so sorry Soda. You d-don’t deserve any of this.” Was she… crying? “Your… the man who did this doesn’t deserve you as a son.” He could hear it for sure now, she was definitely crying. The lump in his throat came back in full force, and he had to fight not to sob along with her.

“S-Sonia, it’s alright, d-don’t cry…” God now he was crying.

“It’s not alright!” She yelled and pulled him further against her. Soda hid his face against her shoulder. “It’s really not alright, Soda…”

Sonia rubbed Soda’s back gently with one hand, while stroking his hair and keeping him close with the other, while he sobbed against her and did his best not to get any snot on her clothes.

She was soft and warm and comforting, and he couldn’t help but remember being held in much the same way by his mother, years ago before she had passed.

It made him sob harder, but Sonia just kept holding him.

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other and crying together while their tea got cold.

Eventually, after they had both calmed down a little, Sonia released him, shifting her hand from Soda’s head and back to hold his free hand instead.

“Soda, I…” she looked up, into his good eye, “I think you’re very brave.”

He couldn’t help but blush.

“N-not really, I mean I was pretty scared…”

“But you are!” Sonia lifted his hand and clasped it between her own, holding it between her chest and his. “I don’t believe I would ever have been able to speak to my parents of my preferences had I not know before hand that they would be supportive! But you did! I think that makes you extremely brave!”

He didn’t feel brave, but maybe she had a point…

Wait.

“Your preferences?”

Sonia blinked and tilted her head.

“Gundham didn’t tell you?”

“N-no?” Wait, was the girl he had spent so long being creepily obsessed with not even into guys to begin with? “Sonia, are you, uh, not into dudes?”

“Oh, no I am, but I like women as well.” She blushed a little, but smiled. “I believe we are the same in that regard, correct?”

He just nodded.

Damn, first Hajime and now Sonia? He really needed to stop assuming all his friends were straight.

“But, uh, doesn’t that get complicated? Like with you being a princess and all?”

Why the fuck had he said that. That was like the opposite of the right thing to say.

He was definitely 2 for 2 with fucking up when his friends came out to him.

“Oh, a little. I am expected to produce an heir one day, but there are ways to do that even if my partner and I are not able to do so on our own.”

“Ah, right, that makes sense.”

Soda nodded and decided to chug his cold tea to stop himself from saying anything else dumb.

Sonia visibly cringed as he drank but didn’t stop him.

“You know I don’t mind making you some more, Soda.” She spoke as he lowered his now empty cup.

“N-no thanks, it’s good. Even cold it tastes fine.” He did his best to smile convincingly.

Sonia quirked an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, instead smoothing out her skirt and giving her own cold cup of tea a disdainful look.

There was another slightly awkward silence before she stood once more.

“Then I think… If you would not like any more tea, I shall leave and allow you to rest for the night.”

“Ah, yeah. Thank you… for the tea and… thank you.” Soda stood as he spoke, and Sonia reached out to squeeze his hand once more before gathering her things and heading for the door.

“Good night Soda, sleep well!”

“You too, Sonia.”

“Oh, and…” Sonia smiled and paused for a moment, flicking he eyes down to Soda’s chest. “You look very good in that shirt. It’s cute on you.”

With that she left, letting Soda close the door behind her.

His shirt is cute? What shirt was he even wearing?

He looked down.

He felt his whole face heat with embarrassment as he remembered he had thrown on one of Gundham’s shirts earlier.

Oh.

“It looks cute on you.”

So Sonia had definitely recognized it.

He covered his face with both hands and laughed at himself. Why was he even this embarrassed? Sonia had been one of the first people to know him and Gundham were dating. He was just being dumb.

He pulled the shirt up to his nose and inhaled, smiling.

He was pretty sure he knew the exact night the shirt had ended up in his room. They had both been a little drunk and giggly, happy in each other’s arms as they had collapsed onto Soda’s bed.

Soda’s heart throbbed at the memory.

He wanted to see Gundham.

It had gotten pretty late though, maybe sending a text first would be a good idea.

Soda picked up his phone and clicked on Gundham’s name to open the messaging tab, pausing once he did.

Three little dots appeared at the bottom of the conversation, then disappeared, then appeared again.

Soda waited, but a message never came through.

Was Gundham… unsure? Soda watched the dots and imagined his boyfriend typing and erasing messages, unsure what to say or even if he should say anything, and the thought made him smile.

He decided to put Gundham out of his misery.

I’m coming over. Let’s watch a movie

He grabbed a random movie off his shelf, he didn’t really care what they watched. His phone buzzed, then buzzed again.

Dearest, I know you need space right now, but I just wanted to remind you that I love you and that you may call on me for anyt

Ignore that! I did not mean to send it!

I am happy to hear you are coming to my abode, my consort, I will ensure it is ready for you.

So he really had been sitting there trying to come up with the perfect message to send Soda, huh?

God, Gundham was such a dork.

Soda loved him for it.

–

He wasn’t really sure what time it was. Movie credits were scrolling across the little TV screen on the other side of the room, playing gentle music over Gundham’s quiet snores.

Soda rolled himself over, leaving his head on Gundham’s chest but shifting from his side to his back, and stared at the ceiling.

He had spent a good many nights in this room over the past few months, but the ceiling wasn’t familiar the way the one back in his father’s house had been. He didn’t think he’d cry if he never saw this one again.

Gundham grunted in his sleep and wrapped an arm around Soda’s back.

But he’d cry if he never got to see Gundham again. Or Sonia, or Hajime, or any of his friends. Even Nagito.

He’d cry if he lost them, he’d cry if they got hurt, and he’d cry if they cried.

Because he loved them.

Because they loved him.

Because even if he had lost the home he had known all his life, many of his own possessions, and even the man he had called father, he realized he hadn’t lost everything.

His home was with Hajime, while they laughed and made jokes at each other’s expense.

His home was with Sonia, making polite conversation and sipping tea so good he could hardly believe it was store bought.

His home was here, in Gundham’s arms late at night, feeling safe and secure even as his whole world was being turned on its head.

His home was with the people he loved.

All he had lost that night was a house.

#Soudam #Soda kazuichi #kazuichi soda #gundham tanaka #fic #My writing #Fic Aid

[ushiwakaout]

Things I believe Oikawa Tooru (pro brazilian volleyball player) would say if you lived together (from the moment you wake up, to the moment you fall asleep).

for my sake, i’m gonna use mexican spanish bc i KNOW there’s such a big difference when speaking portugués - i’ll translate it anyway.

you live in brazil w oikawa too, and you do pottery

warnings: slight nsfw and major spoiler warning for timeskip

“Hey, lazy butt. Rise and shine.” (4:00 am)

you: “Oikawa, deja me en paz (leave me in peace).”

“No me hables así, soy tu novio. (Don’t talk to me like that, i’m you’re boyfriend).”

“I’m gonna go on a run, i’ll be back.”

“Beso(kiss).”

“Make me some breakfast before i come back, will ya?”

“Shoyos probably gonna stop by so make extra! love you, bye!” (4:30 am)

“We’re back! And i’m brought shoyo, like i said i would!” (6:45 am)

“You’re lucky they’re willing to cook this morning, tiene una manó (they’ve got a hand(for cooking)).”

*taps your ass when passing by you in the kitchen*

“Thank you for the meal.” *forehead kiss*

“Gah! I’m stuffed! Thank you baby.” (7:30 am)

“We’ve got practice in the afternoon, you wanna come or?”

“What do you mean you can’t.”

“Oh, right you have projects you need to deliver... Good luck with that then.”

*tooru very much gets pouty when you can’t go to his practice bc he likes seeing you sunbathe*

*once hinata says thanks for breakfast and dips, oikawa will just watch you finish up your projects*

“You need help filling up the kiln?” (8:30 am)

“Do you need help glazing?”

“What about this one? Do i put it in the kiln?”

“Oye! Te estoy hablando! (Hey! I’m taking to you!)”

“Give me a kiss before you get a muddy and dirty.”

“Can we recreate that one scene from dirty dancing?”

“What? I watch american movies too you know!”

*although you say no, Oikawa will 100% sit behind you to reach his hands under your shirt, kiss the back of your neck, maybe tuck your hair out of the way so he can leave marks*

*you can’t tell me that this mother fucker hasn’t made you sit on his cock while you do pottery... please god. It will get so messy because he picks up your lap enough for him to fuck you so slowly*

“You got some on your face, come here.”

“Don’t get too messy”

*loves seeing you covered in pottery clay tho bc he knows you work with blood sweat and tears the way he does with volleyball*

“I’m gonna go ahead and get ready for practice.” (11:00 am)

“I gotta leave at 12, you sure you can’t come?”

“Be ready by the time i get back, we’re going on a date.”

“If you’re not ready i’ll go on the date by myself.”

“Do you know where i put my sunglasses?”

“Can i steal your sun cap, i can’t seem to find mine.”

“I’m gonna head out now, come give me a kiss.”

“Give me another one.”

“I won’t be late amor (love), just give me some sugar.”

“Hey get you’re clay hands off me.”

“I’ll be back around 4, i’ll let you know if i’m gonna be late.” (11:40 am)

*you smacked his ass on the way out and he didn’t even bother to check the fat hand mark on his shorts*

*over the phone “Hey amor (love) i’m gonna be running late okay?” (3:50 pm)

*still over the phone* “Don’t be mad, kay? I’ll be home as quick as i can. Besos (kisses), love you too.”

“IM HOME! I’ll shower and we’ll get going.” (4:30 pm)

*smacks your ass* “You look good.”

“Give me a kiss.”

“What do you mean no?”

“Oh come on, you like it when i��m sweaty~”

“EY! No me pegues! (Hey! Don’t hit me!).”

“Did you buy me more leave in conditioner?”

“Bring me towel!”

“No i genuinely forgot it this time, please hand it over i’m getting cold.”

“Gracias amor~ (Thanks love)”

“okay okay, i’m ready let’s go!” (5:00 pm)

“Hold my hand.”

“No te passes, dame tu mano. (Don’t cross the line, give me your hand).”

“Do you want food? I’m hungry- did you eat lunch? Okay good, i know you forget sometimes.”

“Let’s go get some acorda de mariscos” (açorda de mariscos is a seafood bread stew)

*will get recognized in public once and a while bc beach volleyball is a pretty big sport in portugal from what i know, correct me if i’m wrong, i’m mexican/american*

*will speak perfect portuguese to his fans, they’re always surprised*

*always has to show his residency card to prove that he’s of age to drink*

“They always mistake me as a minor, it’s annoying.” (5:30 pm)

“It’s not funny, can a man not get a paloma (a paloma is just a type of cocktail with tequilita and a type of grapefruit juice/soda) in peace?”

“Should i grow a beard? Why not? I think i’d look good.”

“A baby a staring at me, should i scare it?”

“Ow! I’m kidding, i’m kidding.”

“I want a baby, give me a baby.”

“What do you mean i’m enough? I don’t think that’s a compliment.”

“If i propose right now, will you give me a baby?”

“You’re such a bore.” 😤

“Let’s go to a club , i wanna dance.” (7:00 pm)

*you can’t tell me oikawa doesn’t know how to dance like a god*

“Stop being a prude and get closers, it’s not like we haven’t been closer.” (7:30 pm)

“Stop blushing...”

*when oikawa dances, his hands are roaming everywhere youre body*

“I’m gonna get another drink. You want anything?”

*you sit by your lonesome, and obviously someone has to hit on you because oikawa isn’t around*

“Hey- piss off, they said they aren’t interested and they are taken, by yours truly... So how about you run along now.”

*if oikawa wasn’t so humble about you he would probably beat the shit out of someone*

“Finish up your drink and we’ll head somewhere else.” (9:00 pm)

*he definitely club/bar hops*

*probably will get drunk at the third or fourth club*

“Baby~ Come give me a kiss.”

“Honey~ do you love me?”

“Yeah? give me a kiss.”

*will 100% make out with you in the club. one hand gripped at the back of your neck so you don’t push away*

*quicky in the club bathroom bc he’s not willing to wait, hand over your mouth and a bites your shoulder bc he’s as loud as you are*

“Let’s go home yeah?” (11:00 pm)

“Let’s take a shower together~”

*fucking in the bathroom*

*if you couldn’t tell, he’s horny when drunk*

“Oh! Iwa-chan is calling”

*both of you lay in bet together while he’s on the phone with iwaizumi*

“He wants to talk to you.”

“She said she doesn’t want to.”

*will make you lay on his chest while he just pets your hair*

*sees that your asleep and takes pictures of you while sleeping*

“Yeah she’s asleep now..”

“No, I haven’t found the right ring yet.”

“I’m not getting old iwa-chan! i’m getting younger by the minute.”

“It’s not like they won’t say no... right.”

“Hey! don’t make fun on me- when you meet the right one, you’ll know how i’ll feel.”

“Shh- go back to sleep baby, i’ll go to sleep in a minute.” (12:00 am)

*kisses you’re forehead*

extras:

“Hey honey, am i getting fat?”

“Look in the mirror, i see someone beautiful and then you- the second most beautiful.”

“Stop telling Shōyō that i like getting my blackheads popped!”

“Hey- schedule me a manicure will you?”

“Take a picture with me and shōyō and then send it to tobio-chan.”

“Wax my brows, and do it right this time!”

“Hey, do my makeup- why? Because i wanna look better than you.”

“Woah woah woah, who said you can take pictures of me.”

“Delete it, i look ugly- WHAT DO YOU MEAN THATS THE POINT! YOURE SUPPOSED TO TELL ME IM PRETTY”

*fiddles with your fingers in public*

*will propose to you when he wins against msby bc he just wants to publicly address that he’s the best and has the best*

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu manga #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu spoilers #timeskip haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa x you #oikawa torū #oikawa fluff #oikawa hc #oikawa imagine #oikawa #oikawa x y/n #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa scenarios #hq oikawa #oikawa fic #iwaizumi hajime #anime / manga #anime #anime x you #anime x reader #seijoh #seijoh x reader #seijoh x manager #aobai josahi #timeskip oikawa

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝕲𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓

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𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌!𝕭𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖞 𝖝 𝕶𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙!𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕬𝖀

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: When the Queen falls sick and passes away, King Bucky must marry another, preferably the princess of an alliance kingdom nearby, in order to keep peace and order among the lands. However she is the most god awful human being anyone has ever met. Her guard however well she was definitely not what the king expected.

cw: brief talk about buck being tortured, suggestive infertility with reader, graphic details about death, talking about a violent accident to the reader during the battle, that battle, loki’s death too sorry (loki x reader past)….

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: smut 18+ (‘bathtub’ sex!, oral!fem, praise kink, cockwarming; blink and you’ll miss it, loss of virginity but who cares lmao, unprotected sex but reader can’t have kids… sorry), digusting amount fo fluff hahaha part 4?

𝕬/𝖓: tbh i saw this bathroom pic on pintrest and it was huge like all made of stone and gold with stain glass windows and the tub was like a giant jacuzzi and honestly that's what i imagine the reader’s bathroom to be in this but feel free to imagine something else lol

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2.7k (big boy lol)

part one | part two | part three | part four |

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flashbacks in italics*

Bucky separated from Charlotte and practically sprinted to you. You looked behind you to find Bucky saying goodbye to his friends; them all winking at him. You scoffed and continued walking to your bedroom. 

Usually during these big parties the king throws, you reside upstairs to bathe the world’s longest bath. You can’t normally take these because you're always needed for service whatever it may be. You left your door open for Bucky to easily find you knowing he was trailing close behind. 

You turned the corner to enter the bathroom you had and glanced at Bucky who was still down the hall. You decided to tease him a bit and began stripping your dress, letting him see only your bare back and barely the side of your breast. 

Bucky walked into your room and shut and locked the door immediately stripping away his coat and shirt along with his shoes as well. He slowly walked to the door of your very large bathroom and pushed it open slowly to see you walking down the steps of your bath filled with hot water. 

Seeing your entire nude body from the back making Bucky’s breath hitch in his throat. The water raised to the middle of your back and it was hot enough to see a bit of steam. Oh how Bucky wanted to ravish you and be the reason you're wet and not the water. 

“You gonna stand there and stare or would you like to join me?”

Bucky stumbled and nearly ripped his pants off his body trying to get to you. You turned back forward and waited until you heard the splashing water and felt his hands circling around your waist pulling flushed against his body. 

His face went to your neck and he kissed and nipped at the flesh making you hum in content. You’ve never been naked with a man before let alone bathe with one but something about Bucky’s hungry eyes and hands roaming your body made you feel powerful. You had him wrapped around your little finger and you loved it.

Bucky loved it too. 

“You are so beautiful, my love.”

Bucky’s hand traveled down your stomach towards your center. A place that no man has ever touched before. You almost forgot about- 

“What’s this?”

“Stop,” you grabbed his hand and pulled it away. You wanted to cry. You completely forgot about what you had. 

You wadded to the edge of the tub completely embarrassed and scared of how ignorant and stupid you felt. 

“Hey, hey. What happened? Did I do something?” Bucky whispered to you, running his hands up and down your arms.

“No! It’s just, it’s ugly. I’m ugly,” you cried.

“What? Darling you are not ugly. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. How could you say such a thing about yourself?”

Bucky stopped for a minute and took the time to really look at your body now. He hadn’t realized until now but your entire back, shoulders, and arms with littered with painful scars; memories of the scary battles you partook on behalf of the kingdom. 

You sniffled and covered you breasts with your hands and arms as best as you could before slowly turning around to show the front of your body revealing a large, dark, and ridged scar across your entire abdomen. 

“It was the last battle before we retired.”

“Loki!” you screamed.

Smoke and fog from canons and the cold infiltrating your nose and lungs. You coughed and searched through the bodies and dirt that littered every inch of the battlefield. 

“I was with my partner and my love, Loki.”

“Loki!” you kept searching and shouting his name. You could hardly see through your thick metal helmet and ripped it off your head. You had to find him. 

“Loki! Where are you!” you screamed. 

Suddenly, a large man, a man like an ogre, came charging at you. You dropped your helmet and grabbed your sword and shield ready to take the fucker down. The rebels were at their peak of resistance and this battle had been your worst. 

Your men were dropping like flies and you couldn't hold them back much longer. And now you lost your best knight and your lover too. Loki Laufeyson.

You fought however. You were going to win the war. 

You gabbed your sword and cut the giant. He lunged forward and smacked your shield; you're still standing however. You danced around each other until you heard the familiar cry. Shouts and grunts you’ve heard a thousand times.

You turned and found Loki fighting another only feet away from you. The man took your turn away for advantage and lunged at you once again, completely impaling you with his makeshift sword. You were nailed to the ground literally screeching in pain. 

The man held your neck, cutting your airway, you could barely reach your sword to get him off you but your struggles were cut short when you looked to the side and found Loki being choked. He was lifted off the ground eyes turning red and skin turning blue. 

“They killed him,” you whispered to Bucky.

His neck was snapped in front of your eyes; his body collapsed to the ground limp. 

Your ears were ringing and everything went silent. You grabbed the sword and cut the throat of the man above you moving his body off you. You screamed and wailed for the loss of your love, your everything. 

“I was there for so long, his eyes staring at me with no life,” you broke down.

“Hey, hey, hey. I got you. It’s ok,” Bucky held  you. 

“It was so long ago; I moved on,” you said once you calmed down, “But it still hurts when I always have this constant reminder about what happened. What I could’ve done; I could’ve saved him.”

“You couldn’t have done anything more then what happened. Don’t blame yourself for that.”

“And all these scars and scratches remind me everyday of what I went through. It makes me want to ripped my skin off.”

“I know baby girl. I know exactly how that feels.”

You looked at him confused. He was a king, he had everything. How could he understand even the sheer amount of grief you went through?

He took a step away and you saw it. The scars that littered his body and the one across his chest and left shoulder. The scar shaped into a star on his left arm only to have come from branding by the rebels, Hydra they called themselves.

“Many, many years ago, I was taken from my parents by the rebels. They want goods or something, I don’t remember too much. They burned me and scarred me for information about my father merchants and traders. It went on for weeks. Until they left me for dead and moved on to different kingdoms I supposed. My father’s army found me else I wouldn’t be here.”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you. You didn’t deserve that,” you cupped his face. 

“But I’m here now stronger than ever and I know you are too.”

“It’s just, it’s hard. I have no one.”

“I know it is. And no you don’t have no one because whether or not there’s a marriage I’m still gonna be here for you and so is Natasha, Steve, and Sam. I’m pretty sure they love you more than they love me,” he chuckled as did you. 

“We are here for you now even if it doesn’t seem like it, you have us.”

“Bucky,” you whispered.

“Yes?”

“James….”

“Y/n….” 

“I love you, James.”

“I love you, Y/n.”

Bucky leaned forward and kissed you with passion and lust. You hands cupped his face leaning further into the kiss. His hands were placed on your back pulling your body flushed against his own; he could feel your breasts pressed against his chest. 

“You are so strong,” Bucky pulled away and said between kissing your neck.

“You’re so beautiful.”

He moved back a bit and sat on a stone step pulling you to sit on top of his legs. His hands moved all over your body touching every inch of skin you had still kissing your neck and collarbones. Your hands raked through his hair and he hummed at the feeling. 

His hands roamed to your ass lifting you slightly. He waited for you to continue but when he saw the hesitation in your face he let go of your body.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

“Nothing, it's just… When I was with Loki we decided to wait to, you know. But then he died and I’ve never loved another. Until you. I’ve never…”

“I understand. We don’t have to do anything, we could just bathe,” he smiled.

“No Bucky. I love you, so much. And I don’t know what our future holds. What if I never see you again after tomorrow?”

“Hey, we’ll be together. I promise. Nothing’s gonna take you away from me.”

He kissed you again this time if felt a little different. Like he was also scared that he was gonna lose you. 

You stood up a bit and wrapped your hand around Bucky’s cock. You pumped it a few times eliciting moans from him that was music to your eyes. You could spend eternity like this if you had the chance.

“Please, Y/n. Don’t tease me,” Bucky moaned.

“But you sound so lovely,” you smirked.

Bucky grabbed your hips and sat you over his cock not yet pulling you down; almost like a warning that he can plow into if he wants. And boy is that something you want. 

You looked into Bucky’s eyes as you slowly but surely sank down onto his dick. You hadn’t actually seen it yet and feeling it in your hand you expected him to be pretty big but now sinking down on him, he was fucking huge.

You tensed up a little bit feeling yourself being stretched by his cock. 

“You’re taking me so well, baby. You’re so beautiful,” Bucky praised, “Take your time, darling.”

“You’re so big, James.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. It’s starting to feel better.”

You slowly moved up to sink down again; beginning to feel less pressure and pain and way more pleasure. You moaned a bit before covering your mouth in embarrassment about your lude sounds.

“Don’t do that; I wanna hear you. I wanna hear how good my cock makes you feel.”

“It feels so good. Oh god,” you moaned.

You sped up the pace and your stomach felt like it was tightening in itself. This feeling was a whole new thing, but damn did it feel like heaven. Bucky started to join you in small thrusts up to you groaning in pleasure.

“Fuck, Y/n. You feel so good. So fucking tight.”

“Keep talking Bucky. Please,” you moaned; Bucky’s words bringing you closer to the edge.

“You like it when I tell you how good your pussy feels? You want me to tell you how gorgeous you are? How perfect?”

“Yes!” you sped up chasing that high that you desperately wanted. 

Bucky grunted and grabbed your hips rutting his hips into you making you scream in pleasure. Your head tossed back and your toes curled, you felt a wave of euphoria come over you as you climaxed for the first time. Bucky grunted loudly and pulled you into a feral kiss as he climaxed hard. 

You slumped forward in fatigue on Bucky, his hands rubbing softly up and down your back. You stayed in silence for a minute before you moved to look up at Buck. 

“That was amazing,” you whispered, making him laugh.

Bucky lifted you and sat you on the dry stone counter kissing you softly. He dried you with towels and took you to your bed kissing your body up and down; kissing each scar. 

“”What are you doing?” you smiled at him.

“Oh baby, I’m not done with you,” his voice low with lust, making you incredibly aroused.

Bucky kissed your large scar on your belly and whispered how he loved you and how beautiful you were. Your heart fluttered at his words, tears pooled in your eyes. You could feel Bucky’s breath against your inner thighs and your head shot up.

“Wait, what are you doing?” you were confused as to what he was doing.

“I wanna taste you, doll. Is that ok? I promised it’ll feel good,” he assured you.

“Oh, I didn’t know.”

“Can I?”

“Yes,” you whispered, barely audible.

Bucky licked up your folds and your hips jerked at the new feeling. He brought his hands up and spread your legs open for more room. His tongue moved up and down brushing your clit making you squirm underneath him. 

Bucky inserted a finger and pumped it in and out of your pussy, following with another soon after. Your body thrashed under him; another orgasm approaching fast. You moaned and cried at the intense pleasure that Bucky was giving you, the best feeling you’ve ever felt.

“Oh god Bucky, that feels so fucking good,” you hands entangled themselves in his hair.

Your back arched off the bed, your cum dripping down Bucky’s chin. It was truly a beautiful sight. Bucky lapped up everything you gave him and wiped his chin with his hand before kissing you. He positioned himself above, his hips settled between your thighs.

“You think you can be a good girl and give me one more?” Bucky positioned himself at your entrance.

“Yes, I’ll be your good girl.”

“Good,” Bucky thrusted fast into you, making you moan loudly.

“That’s baby, let the whole damn kingdom know who’s fucking you this good. Tell me, say it to me.”

“You’re fucking me so good! You feel so good, ah!” tears fell down your cheeks from immense pleasure.

“God, I love you, Y/n,” he buried his face into your neck, nipping at the skin. He was getting closer to another orgasm and his thrusts were getting wild and animalistic.

“I love you Bucky,” you said to him, bringing his forehead to yours. Hands scratching at his back.

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Again!”

“I love you, James. So much.”

You and Bucky both climax together, shouting ecstasy. His body rolled over to the side, his cock still inside you, pulling into him. Your head resting on his lightly sweaty chest. His hands scratched lightly on your back making your skin break out in chills. 

“Are you ok?” Bucky asked you.

“Yes. I'm perfect.”

“Good. I was scared that maybe I pushed you too far.”

“No, I loved it. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” 

There was a brief moment of silence; you almost fell asleep. 

“Tomorrow I’m going to ask the king for your hand instead.”

“What?” you head rose quickly.

“I mean it. I spoke with Charlotte before I came here and turns out she too loves someone else.”

“Henry,” you whispered.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“I’ve sent letters to the duke’s home a couple times. She spoke a lot of his son; a good man. I didn't realize she may actually have fallen in love with him.”

“She did and I’m pretty sure like me, she went to tell her one true love that they love them. Very much. More than anything in the whole world.”

“You sap,” you laughed.

“I mean it. I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“And if the king says no? You’re supposed to marry his daughter, not his knight.”

“I know, but I’ll make him say yes. I swear,” Bucky kissed you.

“Good night, James.” 

“Good night, my love.” 

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[siflshonen]

Reunion (Post Chapter 310 BKDK)

In the end, it was Katsuki who found Izuku first. It was on a gloomy, overcast day, or perhaps during a perfectly beautiful twilight hanging over the shattered Tokyo skyline. Katsuki does not remember. He can only remember Izuku’s street-soiled suit and shredded gloves. He can only remember the dull sheen of his eyes in the low light, and how they widened and sparkled when Katsuki grabbed him by his soiled collar and snarled in his face. He can only remember the smell of croquettes on his breath and how the lunchbox in his hand clattered as it hit the ground and scattered its contents over the cement in an array of wasteful gore.

He can only remember that it happened on a roof; He can only remember wondering if one of them was going to jump and who would do it first.

“Fucker,” said Katsuki, first to speak like his life depended on being first - because both of their lives depended on him being first. “Shitty Deku. Ass. Fuckin’ dumbass asshole shithead.”

“Kacchan,” returned Izuku.

“I oughta beat you senseless,” Katsuki said, spitting out his response so quickly that Izuku could barely finish sweet talking him with his name.

“Kacchan,” repeated Izuku.

“You made everyone worry,” Katsuki snapped. He smelled blood when Izuku wilted like a flower at his words. Idiot puppet. It throttled Katsuki’s insides like a pair of whirling blades. Wooden dolls weren’t supposed to bleed. “Thought you didn’t wanna make everyone worry. Thought you wanted to be the world’s greatest hero, Deku.”

Izuku’s eyes grew. Katsuki readied himself for a punch to the face or a kick in the head. It didn’t come.

Katsuki shook him. “Hah?! Deku! Answer me!”

At first, Deku did not. He tilted his head and let the smell of oil and breading blow on Katsuki with his gentle, open-mouthed breath. He let Katsuki’s heart beat like a jackhammer against a concrete support.

“Deku, you piece of shit, I’ll smear your face into the pavement if you don’t—!”

“You’re a bad actor, Kacchan,” Izuku interrupted.

“I don’t give a damn what you think!”

Izuku’s hands wound around Katsuki’s. Katsuki flinched.

“You’re an even worse liar.”

“Whad’ju say?!”

Katsuki trembled uselessly as his fingers were pried from Izuku’s disgusting collar one by one by one. He dropped the other boy so they stood on equal footing and did his best to let his shoulders shake in anger.

“See? And I’m a bad actor, too,” Izuku continued, hushed.

Katsuki seethed as best he could over the stuttering stop-start of his lungs as they tried and failed to jump out of his mouth through his throat. A single hiccup came from his throat. He bit it down along with his tongue and glared at Izuku with red, red, red eyes.

Izuku leaned against the railing.

“It was my story,” said Izuku, like that explained anything. A scarred hand wiped over his mouth as he deliberately refused to look away. “It was my story. And I was unfair to everyone in it.”

Katsuki crossed his arms and shored up his shoulders. His stomach felt like laundry turned inside-out and spiraling into static in a lint-covered dryer; his head felt like metal in a microwave. He could feel his chest seizing and the smell the beginnings of smoke coming from his body. He was on the fritz; he was the fiery disaster waiting to happen on the end of their neighborhood street.

“It was my story, but I wrote you as the hero.” continued Izuku; pale-faced and nodding like he could counter any paranoid denial zipping through Katsuki’s mind with constant affirmation. His freckles appeared like gouges in his ghostly face. “I thought I could have it both ways. I wrote you as the hero until you almost died because-! Because I thought I could keep you—!”

But Izuku had, as they both had so many other times in their collective lives, read the situation wrong.

“I KNOW THAT,” Katsuki roared, engulfing himself in flame palms-first. “WHY WOULD YOU SAY IT?! I’VE NEVER CONFESSED MY SINS TO YOU! I’VE—!”

“YES, YOU HAVE!” Izuku argued, equally loudly and with gnashing teeth - just like Katsuki taught him. “YOU’VE CONFESSED EVERYTHING TO ME! YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW?! THAT I DON’T HAVE EYES?! THAT I HAVEN’T BEEN LOOKING?!”

“I’VE NEVER APOLOGIZED FOR ANYTHING!” screamed Katsuki. “I’VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING WORTH A DAMN!”

“YOU’VE DONE EVERYTHING FOR ME! EVERYTHING! KACCHAN, YOU ALMOST DIED! YOU ALMOST DIED AND I—!”

“I HAVE NOT!” Katsuki spat, as childish as the day they met. “I’M NOT DONE! SO WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THIS FOR ME?! WHY WOULD YOU TAKE THIS FROM ME?! I’M NOT DONE! I’M NOT DONE! THERE’S MORE I CAN—!”

“I DON’T WANT AN APOLOGY! I DON’T WANT ATONEMENT!” Blackwhip erupted from Izuku like the black-wet back of a terrible, unignorable monster breaching the surface of the sea. It dissipated as soon as it appeared, but Izuku’s wild eyes betrayed its sustained closeness. Katsuki’s hands sparked in reflex; a pocket lighter before an endless black hole.

But it was useless.

“I WANT YOU!” Izuku roared. “I ONLY EVER WANTED YOU!”

Katsuki crumbled. He stepped back and crumbled like brick sloughing off a blown-out building with collapsed supports. The still air sang in Katsuki’s ears with the faint tone of an endless bell. He felt as if he’d been stuffed with cotton.

“...I know,” Katsuki admitted.

Izuku watched him like he was the setting sun: precious and far away.

“I know you know,” admitted Izuku.

“...Why now?” Katsuki asked. “Why would you say that now?”

“Because you can’t stand to hear it,” Izuku said. “Because I should have told you a long time ago.” He smiled. Its insincerity was ugly carnage on his washed-out face. “To make you hate me. Hate me, leave me, and live.”

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[problematicfavesareproblematic]

Band of Brothers-

Cute/charming things they say when they walk into a room and see you/you walk into a room and they see you:

Babe: 

“oh SHIIIIIT! There’s my BABY! Do you see her, fellas? GodDAMN, I’m a lucky sonofabitch!” 

(you blush so hard and are just like Babe, we’re at work stahp it but he dgaf).

It’s embarrassing and always makes Martin glare so imploringly at you that you’ll go over to Babe just to make him be quiet. Because, you know, YOU’RE AT WORK. 

This bitch is shameless when it comes to loving on you, having once come to stand next to you when Sink was giving an important announcement and straight-up PINCHED. YOUR. ASS. 

how you didn’t yelp is a miracle, and how no one else seemed to notice was equally astounding 

(oh, the boys noticed. They kinda shipped it tho, so it was more a matter of hiding their joy). 

Needless to say, it only happened the once, something you made Babe swear after you pulled him aside and punched him in the arm. 

Don’t worry, you kissed it better.

Roe: 

bb boy doesn’t say anything at first, 

the smile he saves just for you is playing at his lips as you walk up to meet him, tho.

The moment you’re close enough that he can smell the  sweet mint of your gum, he’ll whisper something sweet like “hey you” or “mon amor”, or maybe just your name 

(bc let’s be honest, his accent is 10 out of 10 and he could read me the dictionary and I’d still rock an ugly giggle/snort combo). 

If it’s a more serious situation, like if you’re hurt oh lordy

he will literally shout your name until either you shout back or someone tells him where you are. 

I could see him being a face holder, in the sense that he does it to reassure himself that you’re okay and make sure he has your undivided attention. 

Since getting injured in Carentan, you hadn’t been as close to the frontlines as you had been, so when you were needed you are REALLY NEEDED, 

and even if he didn’t like it Gene knew you were the best at what you did. 

Gene also feels better if he knows where you are.

 Even when you eventually return to Easy, he will feel better knowing which Foxhole you’re in, and knowing he’s seen to it your first aid kit was fully stocked.

Liebgott: 

THAT FUCKER’S SMIRKING AT YOU SO OPENLY that whoever he had been talking to instantly goes 

*sigh* y/n’s just came in, didn’t she? 

And he won’t even ANSWER because he’s already shoving past them to walk up and eye you with obvious satisfaction. 

“Bout time you showed up,” he’d say casually, hands finding your hips giving them a quick squeeze. 

“Sooner we get briefed, sooner we can get outta here.” 

(You’re not fully sure what ‘getting outta here’ entails, but if the way he looked at you was any indication, you had a feeling it didn’t involve anything less than PG-13 sexy times.)

Bull: 

“Hey, little lady.”

He’ll say it no matter how tall or short you are, how wide or how narrow.

He will always say it to you that when you first see each other in the morning 

(sometimes, you wake up to Hey, little lady being kissed into the soft skin behind your ear.) 

(Once while on a 48 hour pass, he’d woken you up that way in a REAL bed and the two of you had nearly gotten him sent up Curahee for being late coming back because you’d ended up spending more time in that bed than either of you anticipated Whoops)

(Even if he had been late, he definitely wouldnt have minded, tbh. He fully considered going AWOL if it mean neither of you had to leave the bed)

but throughout the day he’s more concerned about getting his hands on some part of you whenever the two of you had been apart- 

even if it was for like five minutes. 

Nothing over the top- holding his arm up and out so you can step into his side, a press of his lips to your temple. 

Idk guys i just feel like he’d just love you so much that everyone would be able to see, which they do and they all think it’s fucking cute

Buck: 

He doesn’t always call out when he sees you, mostly because your eyes always seem to find his. 

The two of you could be across a field from one another with a thousand angry Germans between you, guns blazing, and the two of you would always spot each other like two honing beacons. 

If its downtime and you guys don’t have to be on your guard he’ll ABSOLUTELY wolf whistle in at you, 

You’ll see a stupid grin lighting up his face as he nods in your direction. 

“Take a look, boys. I think we’ve got ourselves a…” 

and he always waits until you’re close enough that he can wrap a quick arm around your waist and pat your hip. 

“Certified babe-asaurus!” 

(in a foxhole somewhere, a wild Babe’s head pokes up in confusion). 

You groan and boo him, and whoever he was with inevitably ends up booing him too.

But he doesn’t care because seeing you smile makes him so happy you guys.

Lipton: 

If you’re in public, he will quietly step up beside you and place his hand gently between your shoulder blades.

He’s not super into PDA, which you didn’t mind because what he didn’t show in physical touch he more than made up for in open admiration. 

He is in awe of you 

sometimes he worries you forget how highly he thinks of you, how highly everybody thinks of you 

(you don’t forget, but he’s just one of those people who will get intrusive thoughts like that and sometimes has a hard time shaking them so plz just let him say it ok?)

so he always whispers some praise with his greeting 

(Hey, beautiful...Doin’ okay, love?...What’re you thinking, brilliant girl?). 

It’d probably seem like overkill if anyone else did it but Carwood is just so goddamn sincere that you can’t help but duck a quick kiss to his shoulder. 

HOWEVER! 

If you two kids are alone….

OH BOI. 

He is handsy, coming up and caging you with his arms, 

probably pulling you close quickly so you lose your balance and he can hold you a lil bit.

(He likes to sweep you off your feet im so sorry)

 That’s when his praises are hushed and sighed between long slow kisses. 

Nixon: 

Like Liebgott, he’s a snarky motherfucker who will get the most self-satisfied grin on his face the moment he sees you, instantly turning on the famous Lewis Nixon charm ( something he’d long since decided belonged to you and you alone.)

“Uh oh,” he’d say, looking you up and down before raising an eyebrow.

(bc your hot but also he doesn’t want to get all flirty if you’re hurt or sick or something’s up bc ur not just something to flirt with- YOU ARE A BADASS WITH BADASS RESPONSIBILITIES AND THAT WAS SOMETHING HE very often and sometimes FOUND SO HOT THAT IT MADE HIM THINK HE MAY HAVE AN AUTHORITY FETISH this has been a PSA) 

“Here comes trouble.”

you roll your eyes, the behavior you once found cocky and arrogant having becoming endearing somewhere between Toccoa and England. 

He has absolutely no qualms about PDA (verbal or physical), so it’s up to you to reign him in 

(especially if he’s a lil tipsy, poor Luz didn’t need to hear Lewis’s sloppy and shameless plea for you to let him eat you out on top of piano he’d found in the attic of the billet he’d been assigned. You weren’t able to look at George for a week without wanting to die of embarrassment and Lewis Nixon didn’t get any for two weeks. He was sure to never make such a mistake ever again) 

And Dick had probably grown blind to how Lewis liked to pull you his lap and run his hands up and down your thighs while you played with his hair. 

Also, like Lipton, he probably saves the more explicit acts of PDA for when the company has scheduled downtime 

(but only bc you told him he needed to keep it in his pants any other time he tried to get cute with you)

but you can bet your ass his hand will always try to tap it (your ass, that is.)at least once

a day when he isn’t supposed to.

That’s when you get to punish him whoopsies

Dick: 

since the day you were introduced to Dick in Georgia, the boy always made sure to stand when you entered a room and will call you “ma’am”,

(you know, LIKE HE DOES ONLY BECAUSE HE HAS TO FOR SOBEL BC RANKS. I feel like he has a “we salute the woman, not the rank” speech queued up for anyone who tried to give him shit for it BUT THAT’s JUST ME)

but he has a knowing look in his eye that makes the term ‘ma’am’ feel anything but impersonal.

It confused the shit out of replacements, who would automatically stand because their superior officer (that would be Big Dick Winters) did- only to see you standing there in your fatigues with a coffee in each hand with a look of mutual confusion on your face. 

(bc while they like you, but they’re confused still bc while you’re a boss ass bitch,  you didn’t outrank him...or at least they theink you dont?) 

Babe had been the one to ask you about the longing looks and lingering glances, and when you didn’t know how to answer him you’d gone to Nixon, 

He’d burst into tearful laughter and was unable to get it together enough to explain anything.

Dick had been the one to bring it up the next time they were alone, weirdly enough, as she proofread his report for errors that didn’t exist. 

Because you warrant it, he’d said when pressed for a reason why he greeted her like a ranking officer, looking down at his boots as they both blushed like teenagers at a school dance. 

After that, he still stood wherever you walked in

but now he made a point to brush his fingers against yours at some point during the time you were together. 

He’s the definition of a slow burn friends-to-lovers story, and boi can get spicy LEMME TELL YOU.

(this is my first writing thing ever plz let a sister know if there are any glaring typos. Also i’m roughly 97 years late to fandom but I brought y’all some starbucks so plz let me in thank you)

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[orionlakehastodie]

Villainholics Anonymous

"It's the height." This was from Alina, their newest member.

"No. I still say it's the hair." This from Brienne. The only blonde one.

"It's the cocky ass way they smile." This from Lily Potter - the vice president.

"And do they all have to be so bloody handsome? Like if villain why hot?" Rey. And her age old problem.

"Admit it ladies. It's their dicks. Their gloriously large and thick dicks." Lizzie Bennet. The president of this club.

There were choruses of assent from all the women - all who had their unable to walk days in various stages of soreness. Today was Lizzie's turn. Fitzwilliam Darcy the menace had been particularly eager the night before.

The Villainholics Anonymous was officially in session to annoint their newest member - Alina Starkov.

"Alright, now we have to hear from our newest member. Alina, you have the floor." Lizzie took advantage of the silence before Rey can wax poetic about Ben's face when sunlight hits it when she watches him sleep in the mornings, or before Lily can sing praises about her husband always getting up to change Harry's nappies and how can a villain be that adorable.

Alina cleared her throat and sighed. "My name is Alina Starkov and I'm a villainholic."

"Hi, Alina." Chorused the other women in sympathy.

"It all started when he pushed up my sleeve and got into my face going all 'what are you' in his hot, deep voice with that accent."

Alina's eyes glaze over and Brienne nods in sympathy.

"It's like they tell you you're the ugliest woman they've ever seen but they're like stripping you naked with their eyes and they love what they see? It's like... turning you on?" Brienne squirms in her chair, subtle smile on her lips.

"Or you know they tell you 'I can take whatever I want' in that annoyingly Disney prince charming handsome face and you're all tied up and you're just thinking damn if I get those plush lips you can take whatever you want and more-"

"Yes Rey, we know. Ben Solo has a face carved by angels and wept over by poets - let Alina speak!" Rey shot Lizzie of disdain before sighing and turning to the large framed photo of a shirtless Ben Solo she kept at her side during these meetings for "emotional support".

Lizzie clears her throat and turns back to Alina. "Do go on, Alina."

"And then he comes and cuts a man in half. And I have blood and gore all over my face but he sweeps over in his ridiculous black cape-"

"Ah yes. It's always the cape." Lizzie smiles, remembering her husband walking through a moor.

"Whatever Lizzie - Darth Darcy is better than Darcy! My husband made that shit fashion." Rey sticks her tongue out at Lizzie and she retaliates by kicking at Rey's chair.

"As I was saying!" Alina glows a little bit brighter with her ire, wanting to share more about her precious Sasha.

"He takes me up into his arms and gets me up on his horse and his chest is so big and warm around me and his arms are so muscly and I just felt like... so safe and hugged and saints when I hug him and I feel all that delicious muscle wrapped around me and I just-"

Alina pauses to fan herself, remembering Aleksander's steamy hugs and how it would lead to her naked and impaled on Aleksander's huge dick.

Lily pats her hand in sympathy and shakes her head. "They're so good at that, at looming so tall and so pretty, with the ridiculous you're mine smiles on their faces and they scramble your brain with their yummy glorious smell and the way it feels so warm when they hold you. Like, what evil motherfucker smells like treacle and woods and comfort?" Lily is still very angry that her amortentia just really smells James Potter amplified. How dare this man.

"Anyway you think you'd move on from them, and then bam. He invites me to all these horse back riding just him and me, and he makes me wear his black kefta."

Brienne whistles at Alina's statement. "These fuckers are good at that. Giving you marriage swords, and marriage keftas. Like - Jaime even went as far as to say it's yours, it will always be yours swords that stand in for my heart. And they look so puppy like when they give it to you and you're just like... omg I'm married. Villains. That's true villainry right there." But even as Brienne says it, she strokes Oathkeeper fondly at her hip.

Alina nods her head, wrapping her own black kefta around her. "And you know it makes you feel like it's just you and him and you don't need anyone else and the next thing you know you're sucking his face in his office, and itching to get his dick inside you."

Murmurs of sympathy from all the women.

"And how is it that a villain can kiss like that? Like they're off to go to war the next fucking day?" Alina blushes as she remembers how she was pressed down into that giant map and if Ivan did not come bother them she would have been dicked down on that map too... okay so she had been dicked down on the map. Once. Maybe twice. Okay maybe once every week.

Rey sniffs and brings out Ben's sweater than she uses to wipe her tears. Lily groans in disgust.

"Rey, honestly that sweater is nasty."

Rey glares at Lily and looks down at her worn quidditch jersey with Potter 01 emblazoned at the back.

"You're one to talk Lily. Anyway. I totally understand Alina, like they kiss you and suck your soul out and make you wonder if they can kiss your pussy the same way they kiss your lips and then they fade away, into the Force, before you can ride that large dick."

Brienne throws a popcorn at Rey. "Don't be such a drama queen Rey. You brought back that fuckable redwood you call a husband from the world between worlds and rode that dick into the sunset after. Mine died in a random as fuck explosion."

Lizzie scoffs at Brienne's words. "And you clobbered Dumb and Dumber in the head and rewrote Jaime back as the rightful heir of Casterly Rock and rode that dick into the sunset."

Brienne rolls her eyes. "Not everyone can have a happy ending walking in the morning mist to kiss me and propose marriage. Some of us had to correct the writing of dumb men. Be thankful a smart woman wrote yours, Lizzie."

Rey nods in sympathy. And Alina clears her throat. This was her Sasha's time to shine. These women.

"Anyway, then after they kiss you like that, you find out they're evil and then they try and kill your friend - as if you want any other dick than their villain dick - but even their jealousy is so hot and so you pretend they're evil, but then you get this weird bond connection thing and suddenly he can just appear in your room like that. I mean, they're already so hot - then they appear heartbroken and pining after you and pretending they hate you but they're just like softboi TM and the next thing you know you're naked and making inappropriate use of the Force Bond."

Alina stops and fans herself, remembering just how inappropriate she and Aleksander have been through the bond, how full of him she was afterwards she leaked him out throughout the day-

"It's them always showering when the bond connects!" Rey's exclamation brought her out of her reverie.

"Like, is he just always showering 24/7 to let me see his beautiful tiddies? And like, am I supposed to not strip and lick them tiddies when I see them? It's like the Force Bond is designed so we can feel bad for the villain and fuck them senseless. Again - if villain why so fucking hot?"

Alina nods in sympathy as Rey is currently sitting on an ice pack because Ben had ridden her vagina sore. It's the damned bond sex. Those always go haywire.

"And then... they become the selfless idiot TM, deciding to let themselves be stabbed in the heart and tells you they're human with you and then when they get resurrected do they get back with you?"

Alina and Rey clutch each other ugly tears pouring and Brienne nods with them, tears pouring from her eyes.

"No. No they bloody don't the wankers. They ride off into a war and get killed by rubble!" Brienne slams her fist on the table and takes a deep swig of her butterbeer.

"They become one with the Force after kissing you senseless and making you feel like you're home!" Rey wails hugging Alina close to her.

"They get speared by a fucking tree to tie the universe back together!" Alina clutches back at Rey wiping at her eyes.

"They tell a Dark Wizard to fuck himself while telling you to save your only son!"

Lily joins the hugging ladies and drags Brienne into it as well.

Lizzie sighs and pounds on her gavel. "Ladies, ladies. Get over yourselves. Your men are back with you - Brienne - Jaime is at Casterly Rock because he said fuck that to riding back to Cersei and stayed with you. Rey, Ben is probably grumbling his way through another Republic meeting because he also said fuck that to becoming one with the Force and crawled back to you. And Alina - sweetheart, Aleksander is out of the tree - because he said fuck that to not being with you. We're here to make sure Alina finds her husband hot because he's now reformed. We don't like hot villains!"

The ladies gathered themselves and Alina wipes her tears and flushes.

"So... anyway, two days ago, Sasha came back from a peace talk with Fjerda, and he was really angry because we just got intelligence about Parem. And he said... we should have kept the Fold so he can just kill them all... and... and I found it so hot, so I... I stripped him naked right then and there in the war room and sucked him dry."

Sympathetic grumbles came out from the other ladies.

"Don't worry Alina, we're all here to get this temptation out of you - but I get it. Villains are hot. Sometimes I make Ben wear the mask..." Rey wipes her tears and sighs dreamily and Lily clears her throat.

"Rey-"

Rey blinks and shakes her head. "Right, right, villains are not hot."

"Alina," Lizzie begins but her phone started buzzing. She peeks at it and her eyes widen, and a familiar flush takes over her face. Brienne catches sight of it and smirks.

"Darcy calling you inferior of birth again, Liz?"

Lily grabs Lizzie's phone and giggles. "Darcy got himself in a lake and wondering when dear Lizzie is coming home."

Rey snickers. "I'm betting it's now."

"Shut up you lot, anyway Alina-"

But Alina was already packing up her bags. "Alina?"

"Sorry. Aleksander just came back from Grisha training - and he said if I'm not home in 30 minutes he'll take all that I hold dear so I only have him. I'm gonna get railed. See you guys next week."

She was out the door in a minute flat and Brienne laughs.

"Remind me, why do we do this again? Last week Rey got called home by Ben who said she was his sweet nothing and she came to the meeting today sitting on a vagina pack."

Lizzie merely rolls her eyes and stands up too. "Well, where else can we brag about having tall, hot loving husbands with big dicks who challenge us mentally and love us for challenging them back? I'll see you girls, I bought more of those vagina ice bags, sounds like we'll all need them."

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