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aemondsdoll · 1 year

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Can you write Aegon (or Aemond, I can't decide) x reader and one bed trope? 😊😊

One Bed? | Aegon & Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Only one bed, whatever will the three of you do?

Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, Aegon is a perv, Aemonds a subtle perv

A/N: I’m back, random little burst of inspiration came over me

You had no clue how you ended up here. Venturing through the streets with your two best friends, Aegon and Aemond. It was night, yet you hadnt found what you were looking for.

Checking into a Tavern for the night, you found yourself at the door of the only available room. Yet the owner neglected to mention the lack of beds, except for one double bed.

Aegon smirked, "Looks like you've got to sleep with me, sweetheart." He grins, and you make a fake gag.

"Aemonds here too, y'know." You reply snarkily, and Aegon grins further.

"He can sleep on the floor.” Aegon chuckles, and Aemond looks at him,

“If anyone’s sleeping on the floor it’s you.” Aemond snaps in return, causing Aegon to sneer at him.

“We can all fit, I can squish.” Aleria says, discarding herself of her shoes, and dress, to which she swapped into a night dress behind a curtain for changing.

Aegon and Aemond gape at the slight shadow of your nude body, and Aegon let’s put a quiet whistle, Aemond hitting him with his elbow.

The two follow suit, getting into their nightclothes, Aemond offering you his coat to sleep in due to the cold weather.

You gladly accepted it, and the three of you managed to just fit in the bed.

The two boys were squished up against you, not that you could deny the way that made you feel.

Throughout the night, it got harder to ignore the lingering touches on your body when you’d shift positions, Aemonds hand on your inner thigh and Aegons arm under your neck.

Aegon let his hot breath hit your neck, and you shivered, much to the two brothers amusement. You were in Aemonds coat, there was no way you were cold.

Aemonds slender hand traced shapes on your inner thigh, and Aegon began pressing kisses to your neck.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Your heart was racing, and finally, Aegon broke the silence.

“Touch her, brother.” Aegons voice comes out, “She wants it, don’t you, little one?” Aegons voice was low, deep with lust and desire.

“I.. I do.” You whispered, and Aemond wasted no time in sitting up, forcefully parting your legs to which you moan.

Aegon chuckles, standing from the bed to give them more space, Aemond then lifted the night gown, and you wriggled out of your underwear to help him.

“Do you think our sweet girl can take a finger?” Aemond asks Aegon, and Aegon shrugs.

“Let’s find out.” Aegon suggests, and you nod. Aemonds finger goes expertly to rub at your clit, and your hips jolt up into his finger.

“So pathetic,” Aemond tsks, and you whine, he attacks his nub with his tongue, and your hands go to his silver hair, gripping it with force.

Aegon hums in pleasure, and you notice he’s stroking himself. You let out a deep breath at the sight, and he moves closer, stroking your hair to prepare you as Aemond sticks a finger in.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, and Aegon shushes you.

“My love, as much as I’d love to hear you scream, we can do that later.” Aegon speaks gently, and you nod. Aegon kisses you to muffle your noises.

Your thighs wrap around Aemonds neck as his finger rubs the rough patch in your cunt, your spot. He has you mewling into Aegons mouth, a submissive mess.

Aemond pulls away and so does Aegon, you cry out in disappointment.

Aemond pulls out his cock, it’s fully hard, and it’s long, dripping with precum, his tip is a light purple from arousal, veins look to be pulsing.

“This is gonna hurt,” Aemond speaks, and you nod.

“I can handle it.” You speak confidently.

“Good girl” Aemonds tantalising voice came as he slowly inched into you. The feeling was painful, it was a burning sensation as you were stretched, and you grit your teeth as he rested.

“Taking him so good,” Aegon speaks, still stroking his thick cock, angled over your chest.

The pain subsides after a few moments, and you’re consumed by your desire.

“Move, please Aem.” You beg, and he does that, erratically thrusting into you at an upward angle, his cock grazing your spot in a mind numbing sensation.

Your moans are muffled by your hand, and Aegon places your other around his cock, and you learn from him, gripping it as he wished and stroking, learning from what he was doing earlier, and his reactions.

Your pussy was throbbing, and cheeks flushed, Aemond angled your legs over his shoulders, and the assault on your pussy made you insatiable, bucking against him.

“ ‘M close!” You squeak, and Aemonds quick to speed up.

“You’re so tight around me,” He grunts, and you let out a long, erotic moan as your release comes closer.

All it takes is one extra hard thrust from Aemond for your eyes to be rolling back, walls clenching around him and a deep moan coming from your chest.

Aegon moaned along with you, the sight of you cumming was too much, and his seed was spilled all over your chest,

Aemond, however, emptied his seed inside you, placing your legs down and letting out a loud groan as he leaned over your body, a few weak thrusts as he pulled out.

“How was that, little one?” Aemond asks as he strokes your hair, and you smile.

“Too good,” You shakily say, your legs twitching from your orgasm.

Aegon, being the degenerate he is, uses your nightgown to clean the cum from your chest and you gasp,

“Aeg! I was going to sleep in that.” You pout, and Aemond looks at him, humour and confusion in his eyes.

“You can sleep naked, you can’t be shy now.” Aegon speaks with humour and you groan.

The two boys crawled into bed, both sticking to your side. They pulled the blanket over all of you and Aegon fell asleep with his head in the crook of your neck, and Aemond fell asleep with his arm around your stomach, holding you close.

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idyllicbarb · 1 year

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not impressed

SUMMARY: in your eyes, nothing is special about the lsu quarterback.

WARNINGS: cussing, drinking, smoking, fuckboy!joe, fratboy!joe, cocky!joe, euphoria inspired

- - - -

You're new to LSU, transferring from a small community college back in Georgia. It's only been a few months here in Louisiana for you but things have been good so far. Joining the majorette team and becoming popular around campus. Men want you but you don't want them, too caught up in enjoying your new college life.

You adjust your bra top, gaining looks from a few college boys that were standing around you. Rolling your eyes, you check your phone for any new messages. Somebody at LSU decided to throw a party for the football team, typical. Your majorette teammate, Naomi, had dragged you out the house so you could find yourself a man just for the evening.

But all the dudes at the party right now were either weird or sluts, huge whore bags. That's how a lot of men on campus are, especially the football team. You never understood how girls would just flock to them, only seeing dick and a potential to become a NFL wife. Shit like that never amused you, you have big dreams too, who wants to be cooped up in a house all day with three to four kids plus having to cook and clean? Yeah no.

Naomi walks back in the living room from using the bathroom, re-joining you on the couch, "You okay?" She asks. Before you can answer her, a loud group of men enter the house and you just know it's the football team.

You roll your eyes before sending a knowing look Naomi's way, she laughs silently before scooting closer to you. "I'm fine, this party is about to give me a headache though," You mutter and Naomi hums in response, "Well, we can always go back to the dorm."

"No, no, I never go out and I want to. It's college, we're supposed to be having a good time." You say in response. Justin and Ja'Marr walk in the living room, giving daps to people they know before heading over to you and Naomi.

You may have not cared for the football team but you've grown fond of Justin and Ja'Marr. They're like two bad ass twins. Ja'Marr shoves your forehead making you slap his wrist in response, "You asshole!"

"We ain't know y'all was coming. Especially you, Y/N, you an old lady, you probably got old people teeth in ya mouth right now." Justin teases gaining a laugh from out of Ja'Marr.

"Don't push it, I'll flick your little ass." You push Justin back slightly with your foot. He fakes a hiss before laughing again, "Stop playing before I get my boy, Joseph on yo ass."

"Ooh! See me personally, Y/N, I would never go for that." Ja'Marr shrugs his shoulders.

"You go for that and then some, Ja'Marr," Naomi rebuttals making you laugh. He sucks his teeth before tapping Justin on the shoulder, they both walk off weirdly.

"Losers," You mumble under your breath and Naomi giggles at your comment. A few seconds they return with the hottest topic on campus, Joe Burrow.

"Keep messing with us and our dawg Joey B gon Mickey Mouse two-piece y'all ass," Justin says and you look over at Naomi before the both of y'all bust out in laughter.

"Y'all weak, I can beat y'all up, easily, light weight." You reply standing up but only to get softly pushed back on the couch by Joe.

"You haven't even seen me fight."

"Well first off, I wasn't speaking to you, but since you opened your mouth, I don't need to see you fight. You look like you'd get beat up." You tell Joe, gaining attention from a few of his friends and teammates.

"Joe you gon' let her talk to you like that?" You hear somebody ask from the kitchen. You stand up getting in Joe's face, "He sure is, because "Joe" isn't going to do a got damn thing to me."

Joe turns his attention over at you as Justin and Ja'Marr slowly back away from the scene. "It'd be best if you watch your mouth."

"Is that suppose to be a threat?" You question while about to to take off your shoes. Naomi stands up and grabs your hand, leading you upstairs into a random empty bedroom.

"Girl! You can't be talking to Joe like that." Naomi blurts out and you turn your head at her. "Y'all scared of him or something? He doesn't faze me."

"Nobody disrespects him-

"How was I disrespecting him by telling him the truth? Do you seriously think he'd win a fight?" You tilt your head meeting Naomi's eyes, she looks away attempting not to answer.

"Exactly, just because he's known doesn't mean anything to me. You should know this by now."

Fixing your hair in your pocket mirror, you catch Naomi staring at you. "What?"

"You know he's going to be on your ass now, right?"

You look at Naomi, "No, no, I don't know, enlighten me."

"He's just like the big guy around here and everyone just respects him. You might be the only person who treated Joe like he's a regular human being," Naomi stated.

"He is a regular human being!"

- - - -

You're currently sitting on top of the kitchen counter drinking some jungle juice. After you and Naomi's conversation, you both decided to rejoin the party. You gained a few looks from people who are believed to be close friends of Joe. You don't care though, you weren't going to treat Joe as if he's superior because in your eyes, he's not.

Joe walks in the kitchen with a woman on his arm, she stumbles over her feet before putting her head down when a few people snicker. You shake your head, turning your attention back to your phone.

"You look lonely," The three words make you snap your head at a man who looks drunk out his mind.

"I look completely fine, do you?"

Joe moves past the two of you, mumbling, "Shouldn't you be anywhere but here?" under his breath. You laugh quietly before focusing your attention back on the dude in front of you.

Before the dude can even reply to your question, Joe taps him on the shoulder and the two of them walk off somewhere. You roll your eyes, waiting on Naomi to get done flirting with whatever man she can have for the night.

This party is lame, and you're two seconds away from beating thee infamous Joe Burrow up. Such a prick! Getting mad at you for not playing with him. Such a dweeb in your eyes.

Justin and Ja'Marr slide next to you, "Yo!"

You laugh before sitting up straight, "I haven't seen you two all night. Must've been getting pussy."

Ja'Marr shrugs playfully before looking away, letting you know that he indeed, got pussy during this party. "That ain't the topic, what needs to be talked about is you and our boy, Joe."

"What about him?"

Justin scoffs, "What about him? You can't be talking to him like that! He big dawg. We was tryin' put y'all on with each other, but you damn near punked him in front of his folks!"

"Justin's right. He coulda had you drooling for him at any moment." Ja'Marr adds in his two cents making you squint your eyes at the both of them.

"Ain't he a fuckboy? He's a blunt, passed around!" You loudly say making people snap their head in your direction.

"Nah! Nah! Don't be saying that." Justin puts a hand over your mouth when Joe appears back in the kitchen.

"Who a fuckboy?" He asks, the whole time he's staring directly at you. Joe knows you said it, he just wants to hear the words come from you. But you can't because Ja'Marr is currently trying to make up some kind of lie.

"See, you gon' get yourself caught up, Y/N. Real shit, Joe don't play them games." Justin tells you before mushing you back softly.

"Fuck yo' teammate who is also your friend, respectfully."

- - - - -

"Wanna take a swim?" A frat boy asks you, you nod your head slowly stripping off your clothes and placing them near Naomi's belongings.

You grab the dudes hand and walk towards the pool, people staring at the both of you murmuring words under their breath.

Joe and his teammates are smoking cigars when he sees you stepping into the pool, "Just what the fuck are you doing?"

You snap your eyes over at him, "You see I'm in the pool, cunt." People start oohing and Joe's face turns red. Never has a woman disrespected him constantly.

His teammate, Tyler, taps Joe on his shoulder, "You gon' have to handle that." Joe's friends murmur words in agreement. He peers his over at you again, watching you attract people with the way you're moving your body.

"Yeah, you right. I can't take the disrespect for too long."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you like the girl, Joseph." A child-hood friend of Joe's, Derrick, says. Joe hears a few people agree with his friend, sucking his teeth, Joe flicks Derrick off.

- - - - -

The party is slowly coming to an end and you're grabbing all of your belongings when suddenly Joe walks up to you. "You know, it's very disrespectful to call somebody a cunt.

"Hm, am I suppose to care?"

"No.. but I-

"Exactly, I knew you weren't slow! Have a good night.. Mr. Burrow." You give Joe a fake smile, walking off to your car with Naomi trailing behind you. Joe can't help to grin, his first time ever being told off by a woman. He's impressed but you're not.

"I think he's definitely into you," Naomi mumbles once you two reach your car. You hum, not really thinking too much into the thought. Maybe, maybe, Joe might have a crush on you. But who cares, certainly not you, right?

#joe burrow #joeburrow fanfiction #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fanfiction #joeburrow #joeburrow fic #joe burrow fan fic #joeburrow x reader #joe burrow x reader #nfl imagine #lsu football #ja’marr chase #justin jefferson

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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Positively bonkers for a spoiled brat, 20 something Bruce being booted to farmer Clark Kent to "make an honest boy" out of him

Luckily, Thomas' old college friend, John Kent, thinks his boy might help Brucie Wayne just fine. (He's totally not playing matchmaker, nossir

After those horrible rumours he spread about Local Saint (TM) and family friend Carmine Falcone, there was no way but down. " He's a crook, scheming, fake mobster trash and you KNOW that!"

" Bruce; It's one thing to be nasty. It's another to be nasty towards others." Thomas and Martha are at the end of their rope; Their baby is adorable, but they can't enable his behaviour more than they already have. " Now you're going to be nice and not DIFFICULT, so Alfred can stop chewing us out, okay?"

oh bruce is hot and fuming silently, but Thomas and Martha are long gone, their Corvette vanishing in Smallville's golden dust.

" Thanks for this." hissing like a disgruntled kitten, Bruce easily picks up his bags.

Clark hums, says he'll do good work around the stables with those arms after all, and Bruce raises an eyebrow. Snorts. " You're funny. It's good to know you're funny,"

and Clark IS smiling (and ofc the bastard has the prettiest most heart melting smile, too) but it inspires no humor.

"... You're serious."

" Like Mother's Day."

" Okay, this won't take long. So, how much? Papa didn't leave me enough, I only have like, a couple thousands on my card, but is that gonna buy your silence on me bailing out of here? I have a spa appointment in, -"

" I don't think the rats in the barn can do your nails, but we can try."

"...Rats?"

" You know, those things with long tails and big teeth?"

" Very funny," Bruce is DISTURBED. '' Well I can't go anywhere in half of what I brought. Shame."

Something about that glare tells him he should stop talking and Bruce isn't good at that, but he makes an effort.

He looks around; It's an adorable house really. Looks almost identical to one of those dollhouses he played with as a kid.

" Cute place. Really elegant for the budget. But where are you gonna stay?"

Clark is amused; Albeit a little, but amused none the less. " There's a nice shoe box around here. I'm sure I'll fit there if I'm stubborn enough."

" ... No way."

" Yes way."

" But - but, there's only ONE shower?! Only one bathroom? I can't live like this!"

Clark shrugs his ridiculously toned shoulders and points to the barn, " Your second option isn't looking too hot, darlin'. " Then leaves Bruce alone, a blushing mess of satin shirt and muddied shoes.

He screams, " I HATE YOU!" To the trail of tires that left him in that horrible place before driving off back to Gotham, to their sweet Rosé and designer clothes and his beloved Alfred. Only for a few minutes. " ... I didn't mean that!"

At least the ducklings are cute. He fails at most chores, but he plays with them and tries to sneak them into the house, " Because it IS cold for them, CLARK!"

#farm au #bruce wayne #no capes au #clark kent #superbat #smallville has three adorable rascals by the names of dick jason and little baby timmy that steal bruce's heart #they're all alone and well known in the community for scamming people but especially rich tourists. he falls for it. but what babies scam #for FOOD and BLANKETS and baby formula? they're all alone with no one to take care of them and damn it. bruce always wanted babies #batman #dc #dc imagines #bruceclark #bruce x clark #text #text post #writing

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tiny-sassy-aggressive · 2 months

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DAN AND PHIL REACT TO PHAN TWITTER REACTIONS w/ timestamps

.03 sir please don’t crack your hands in my ears.

.11 way to early in the video for a phude Jumpscare

.16 DIP AND PIP ?!!!??

.26 tbh shoutout to Phil for acknowledging that even tho we have fan accounts, not everything we say, create, post is something we would want them to see. Love the self awareness. Appreciate the space he provides

.35 rip Dan memes and tumblr tags

.56 I actually needed to be told I am gorgeous and intelligent, I knows it’s fake but it’s nice to hear even if fake

1.37 WHY IS HE **** ********* THE MIC N O NO NO NO NO WHAT??????

2.08 chill Phil we weren’t gonna fight about it. You’re Edward… OKAY

2.25 how many times are they going to watch pinof 1 ! Babes you can do that anytime you want not just on camera

2.37 Phil is in FULL CRISIS realizing how messy he is as if they haven’t already talked about this before

3.09 TUMBLR NEVER LEFT. YOU LEFT.

3.29 the synced lean in as they discovered the dan has something in his teeth bit was a video

3.40 SO SO SO GLAD THE SOCK VIDEO MADE IT. AND HES ACKNOWLEDGING

3.46 SHOES SOCK VIDEO JUMPS ARE😭😭😭

4.24 “keep reading” oh goodness that. Sir. Okay.

4.44 hi just realized is Dan wearing a muscle tank under the see through shirt????? Side note. Want the see through shirt

5.03 FANTASTIC FOURSOME JUMPDVARE

6.14 NO DAN NOT KATE THEY ARE LISTENINF. DONT BECOME INVOLVED IN ANOTHER ROYAL CONSPIRACY

7.41 absolutely fire meme. I laughed so loud I actually had to pause the video. Worst part? I had already reposted on twt yet still reacted to it

8.05 he is staring into my soul. Hell how is he staring THROUGH my soul

9.17 no words. “It’s not a bad look” alakakakak???

9.22 So suddenly it’s not “we” anymore, huh?

9.53 rip Phil’s slit😫

10.08 I just through Dan making a joke then immediately hitting Phil to let him know he was joking was really funny. Stuff I do with my friends I am tactile

11.46 I ALWAYS thought that image was edited to have all of them. I didn’t realize it was a real photos

12.38 OH MY FOS????? JUMPSVARE WHAT THE HELL

12:45 those pounds weee so aggressive. It sounded like they really hurt. I’m hurt listening

12:46 Phil is watching that monitor like a HAWK he is NOT losing monetization bc Dan wants to wap

13.00 Phil saw and saved this and nobody knew. He lurks. Nobody is safe.

13:36 about nine “what can I say”s in. Dan has a genuine look of terror and confusion. He looks like he’s playing up his reaction a bit in the beginning, laughing and stuff and acting annoyed but this point is genuine horror and realization. This is so gold. Will be giffing later. Also precious Phil

14.50 okay the editing kinda memes his monologue a bit but i was high key inspired. He’s so wrote. Everything is a story that must be concluded. I love that thought process. Clearly bc I am also a grade a yapper but still

15:50 oh the immediate IMMEDIATE regret in Phil’s face

16:35 we love a self aware king. The poster was a tad rough

16:56 THUS CIDEO AND COMMENTARY JS SO SO SO GOOD

17:38 YES THANK YOU THE WADVERT WAS RVEFHONE. We couldn’t eat sleep or think without seeing it

18:11 please wash your blanket? Guys? Like? You can clean, wash, or dry clean anything. Please?

19:00 tbh saw under the robbing blanks and it wasn’t even that bad? Compared to every horrific demon phannie thing that has been seen? Not bad! Could have been worse

19:45 2021 period???? Hello??? You were gone since 2018? At least from dapg??

20:44 yet???? Capitolestor strikes again

20:50 did they not have a keep calm and something on poster in their apt at one point??? Some people?? You mean you???

21:16 I SAW THIS WHEN IT DROPPED. love dami sm. This video was so good

22:24 JUMPSCARE

22:55 “1992” “Daniel” calm down

23:25 “you also let me” guys??? How is this forced situation? Who decided??

24:20 he needs to back away from the mic I can feel him breathing in my ears my goood ess??

24:34 I’m screaming bc they used a clip from the section before we all thought they got high. This section they posted was just a cute section

24:54 literally speechless. Also jumpscare?

26:30 the entire dan induced conclusion is beautiful I love them and their banter

26:54 nvm can you lean into the mic closer and tell us you’re proud again??? Needed that???

#dan and phil #amazingphil #dnp #phil lester #daniel howell #philip lester #dan howell #danisnotonfire #dan and phil renaissance #dnpgames

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faulty-writes · 11 months

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[ Alright my dear followers and or fans, I present to you a Tomura/Tenko fic. This was inspired by the song Closing Time - Semisonic. Although I personally recommend listening to the cover version by Green Day. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this. It's always fun for me to write our main villain boy. Also, fun fact...rum and coke are mentioned in this fic and that's one of my favorite alcoholic drink combinations but remember kids, drink responsibility. ]

[ Some people go to the bar to drink, others to have a good time. All you wanted was to have a little fun and take your chances with anyone that wanted to take you home. But your plans change when a certain hooded man walks up to the bar and you discover a misguided attraction to him. ]

You tilted your head back, enjoying the soothing burn of the last of your drink as it ran down your throat. “Ah,” you satisfyingly said, placing the now empty glass back onto the counter. This bar may not be popular, but it was a haven of sorts, and every kind of character was here, including a few less-than-known heroes.

Of course, most heroes, if they were smart, wouldn’t be caught dead drinking unless they happened to have one damn good disguise. “Hey there,” you paused, turning your attention to a tall, bulky man with lightly tanned skin who was currently leaning his elbow against the bar counter.

He had a scar on the left side of his cheek and another on his thick-looking neck. His short gray hair was spiked up and the left portion of his bangs hung against his forehead. The most unusual thing about him was the fact he had two canine-like teeth that jotted out even when his mouth was closed.

You snickered, immediately recognizing him as being one of those previously mentioned “less-than-known” heroes. But you were bored, and frankly, you hadn't met anyone interesting tonight. So, you smiled and tried turning up the charm.

“Awe...are you talking to me?” you teased. “Sure am,” he replied with a grin and waved down the bartender. You leaned closer, able to smell the alcohol on his person. “Are you planning to buy me another drink?” you asked, trying to be flirty, and why not? It’d kill a few minutes.

Even in his intoxicated state, he picked up the hints you were giving. “I don’t think I could deny a pretty little thing’s request,” he replied, making you chuckle. “What’s your name?” you asked, purposely sliding your hand over his. He briefly glanced over.

“Sekijiro Kan,” he replied and shifted his gaze back. “And you are?” You debated giving a fake name, but it’s not like you’d ever see each other again or so you hoped. “Y/n,” you answered. “Well, whaddya want to drink Y/n?” he asked, and you tapped your lips.

“Well, it's the last call for drinks so,” you shrugged. “A rum and coke is fine,” you hadn't had too many drinks tonight, but you felt buzzed nonetheless and figured something sweet might perk you up. “Heh,” he smiled and turned to the bartender.

“Alright. One beer and one rum and coke,” he said, shifting his attention back to you. “I didn’t think any cool guys would be in a place like this,” you said. He cocked his eyebrow and turned back to the counter when the drinks were set down.

“Thanks,” he muttered. “So, you think I’m cool?” he asked, taking a sip of his beer and you took a few swallows of your drink, enjoying the smooth and carbonated flavor as it washed over your tongue. You licked your lips and placed the glass back onto the counter.

“I-” you paused when someone approached the bar and blocked your view of Sekijiro. “Um, excuse me!” you said, noticing he was wearing a dark hoodie with equally dark skinny jeans and stark red shoes that looked beaten half to death.

Not many chose to wear such a getup and it stirred your curiosity as did his silent response. Sekijiro tightened his hand around his beer. “Hey!” he exclaimed, “Can’t you see we're having a conversation? Beat it!” You knitted your eyebrows, wondering why he was being so aggressive to this new and mysterious man.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, leaning over the counter to look at him. He frowned, perhaps angry that his attempts at continuing his conversation with you were interrupted. He growled and looked at the mysterious man again. “What’s your problem, huh?” he asked. More silence filled the air, then a soft “Heh,” came.

Sekijiro narrowed his eyes when the man turned to face him and noticed that his hood was shadowing a portion of his face, but he also sensed something off about the man. “You’re just another stupid hero who has nothing better to do than to drink your problems away,” he said, making your eyes widen.

His voice was very distinct, somewhat raspy, and yet confidence dripped from it. “Oh wow,” you said, laying a hand on your cheek and lowering your eyelids. It was rare to find a sober individual that was so bold and assertive, traits that you found attractive.

Sekijiro looked shocked for a few seconds then anger washed over his features and he stood up, grabbing the front of the man’s hoodie. “Who do you think you are talking about heroes like that!?” he demanded, and while you knew it wasn’t your place to step in between a possible bar fight, you foolishly rushed into action.

“Hey, cool it!” you hissed, pressing your hands against Sekijiro’s chest. He growled and looked down at you before swallowing the remaining contents of his beer. He slammed the empty bottle onto the counter and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“If you want to waste your time with him, go ahead,” he stated, throwing yen onto the counter, and walking away. You frowned, ‘Well that was kind of rude,’ you thought. For a hero, he wasn't exactly acting heroic. Although you could blame the alcohol. “Heh, sorry about that,” you said, turning back to the hooded man.

“Mm…” he pressed his lips together. In the dimmed light of the bar, you couldn’t see how chapped those lips were nor the scar on the right side of his mouth. Tomura didn’t know why he had wandered in here. Guess he was pissed off.

Kurogiri’s insistence that he “calm down” in order to make “the right choice” certainly influenced his actions. In such a crowded place, more damage could be done. Especially if someone dared to piss him off further. In particular, you had tried acting like a stupid little hero and goddamn, did he hate heroes.

“Uh…” you blinked, tapping your lips in thought. “So…are you from around here?” you asked, hoping he would respond. Unfortunately, your words were greeted with silence, and he took a seat, waving down the bartender. You frowned, clenching your hands at your sides.

It was obvious he wasn’t interested in talking to you, but you wouldn’t give up. He glanced to the side, feeling annoyed by your presence. ‘Jeez, some people can’t take a hint,’ he thought, reaching out to take the glass of whiskey laid in front of him.

He swirled around the auburn-colored liquid, enjoying the sound of the ice clinking together, and tilted his head back to casually take a sip. ‘Pff, to think I could be sitting at Kurogiri’s bar instead,’ he lowered his drink onto the counter. “Why are you still standing there?!” he snapped, turning his head toward you.

Your heart raced, and you brought your hands to your chest. Most would be afraid or angry when yelled at, especially by a stranger in a bar, but he was still more interesting than anyone else you had met tonight. There was something different about him, something that made you drawn to him.

“Maybe I’m just looking for someone to take me home,” you responded, half-joking. He perched his lips to one side and leered at you. “Uh,” you glanced to the side, trying to come up with something to say, but he turned back to the counter. “Idiot,” he commented under his breath before downing the rest of his drink.

“Ouch,” you replied with a false frown, placing your hand over your heart. “Why is it so bad to want someone to take you home?” he sighed, slamming his clenched fists onto the counter. He knew it was too soon to let his quirk go wild, but damn you were pushing him.

“You know, I don’t give a shit about people dying,” he stated, standing up and pointing his finger at you. “If you willingly go home with someone, then it’s your own fault if you end up dead now, isn’t it!?” he hissed, leaning forward, and causing you to step back in response.

“...I…” you wanted to reply, but he huffed. “Thought so,” he replied flatly and walked away. “Hey!” you called after him, there was no way you were going to let him go just yet. You turned back to the counter, rapidly swallowing the rest of your drink before running after him.

Without thinking, you grabbed the back of his hoodie. He stumbled and after a few seconds, he eerily looked over his shoulder at you. ‘Now I know they’re a fucking idiot,’ he thought, there weren’t many people that dared to touch a villain, let alone attempt to stop them in their tracks.

Well, guess you’d have to learn who he was the hard way. “Uh…” you blinked, realizing what you had just done. Everything in your being told you to release your hold on him, but you ignored it and drew your bottom lip into your mouth.

You at least wanted to get something out of him before the lights came on, and the doors opened for everyone to leave. “I’ll stop bothering you if you dance with me!” you frantically said and knitted your eyebrows when he laughed in response.

“And just why the hell would I do that?” he growled, clearly unhappy. His arm came back, forcing your hand off him. “Ah, hey!” you snapped but swallowed any further words when he stepped closer, casting you in his shadow.

“You’re not in charge here, you’re not even a damn hero. You’re just a pathetic little nobody who's so desperate they’ll flirt with anyone,” you growled at his words. Yes, they hurt and maybe held some truth. You were lonely, but you were also a thrill seeker.

You liked having fun, partying, and doing what you needed to feel human. “And you’re just someone who’s afraid to get close to others, am I right?” you shot back, placing your hands on your hips. He scowled and his fingers twitched, damn he just wanted to wrap his hand around your throat and turn you to fucking dust.

Then again, he came here to cool down and what would be the point of ruining the chance to devastate someone? If you were attracted to him, and he knew you were even if you denied it, then fine. He’d drag you along and shatter your stupid little heart and expectations, maybe even have fun ending your life after.

He glanced around, noticing that people were beginning to leave, which meant there’d be fewer witnesses. Of course, if he were anyone else, he’d lore you to a private location and end your life. Fortunately, he wasn't, and he didn't care about causing a public scene.

He smiled, “Fine,” he replied. “Hurry the hell up,” he once again walked past you and toward the dance floor with his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. You smiled in victory, even if he was being rude, that assertiveness remained and frankly, you liked it.

Only a few other couples were on the dance floor, which was illuminated with hues of purple, green, and yellow. The upbeat music that was previously playing turned into a slow melody and Tomura sighed when he turned around.

“Let’s get this over with,” he grumbled unhappily and spread his arms out, but you could care less about his attitude. You were getting what you wanted after all. You stepped closer, not hesitating to press your body against his. “You do know how to dance, right?” you teased, and like before, he remained silent.

You shrugged. “Suit yourself, but you’re still leading,” you placed your hand in his. “Hm?” you knitted your eyebrows when he wrapped all but one finger around your hand in return. He did the same with his opposite hand which rested on the side of your hip.

You glanced at him with narrowed eyes, somewhat curious as to what his face looked like underneath the shadow of his hood. His body was stiff, and he barely moved his feet, but you did enjoy the motion of the two of you rounding about slowly.

You smiled, and whether it was the alcohol finally kicking in or the closeness of this mysterious man, your heart fluttered. “Is there a reason why you’re only holding me with eight fingers instead of ten?” you asked after a few moments. He remained silent yet again knowing you’d find out soon enough.

You looked up, noticing the colorful hues that were previously illuminating the dance floor disappear only to be replaced with white lights that shined down on you and the mysterious man. Part of you wanted to wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your head under his chin but unfortunately, the song came to an end.

He immediately pulled his hands back, shoved them into the pockets of his hoodie again, and turned to walk away. “Huh?” you blinked and quickly ran in front of him with your hands held up. “Hold on!” you urged, and he stopped in his tracks, scowling at you.

If he wouldn’t take you home then, “C-come home with me!” you foolishly requested. His scowl dropped, and his lips turned into a thin line. A moment of silence passed, and he chuckled. “You sure act like a friggin lost puppy,” he stated and pushed past you without a care, “Idiot,” he added.

You stumbled before regaining your balance and chasing after him. “Wait a minute!” you shouted, but unlike before you didn’t reach out and grab him. Rather you continued to follow him to the exit, but his steps grew faster and more agitated. He slammed the exit door open and stepped out into the alleyway.

You huffed and grasped the metal handle of the door. “Why don’t you want to come home with me?!” you demanded, stomping your foot against the ground. He paused and looked at you from over his shoulder, once again offering you no answer. “Mm…” you clenched your jaw and marched over to him.

In the background, you heard the door shut. “Why don’t you answer!?” your voice echoed through the cool night air and a gentle breeze came to ruffle your hair. The mysterious man turned to face you. “You’re really annoying you know that?” he said, reaching up to grab the lining of his hood.

“But I think it’s time you learn who I am, then maybe you’ll see how stupid you are for chasing after someone like me,” your breath hitched when that hood finally fell. He was different and mysterious. A fragile soul covered in a dark facade.

But when the light illuminated his face, you realized your mistake. His shoulder-length wavy silver-white hair gave him away, as did his eyes which were colored a deep red. Not to mention the skin around said eyes appeared wrinkled, and his lips were slightly chapped.

He had two distinct scars, one over his right eye and the other over the right side of his lips. On the bottom left side of his face underneath his mouth was a small mole. He leered down at you with a twisted smile. That previous image of him melted away and was replaced with the equivalent of a demon.

You took a step back. Your eyes wide with terror and your jaw dropped. There was no way, no fucking way you felt attracted to, “S-Shigaraki,” you whispered and shivered when he laughed in response. “That’s right!” he declared, that twisted smile growing.

A scream caught in your throat, and you stumbled back only to hit the wall of the building. You panicked and jerked your head to look behind you and decided to run to the door, slamming your fist against it and cursing yourself for allowing it to close.

“Help!” you cried out, ignoring the pain that spread through your hand the harder you hit it. His footsteps echoed from behind you, and fear struck through your heart when you turned and locked eyes with him. Your body was too scared to move and even if it did, you heard the things Shigaraki had done.

There was no way you’d get away alive. This was especially true if the rest of the members that made up the League of Villains were nearby. When he slammed his hand against the wall, the sound of a loud crack masked your scream. It didn’t take a genius to realize he was using his quirk.

“And your sick little mind wanted me,” he said, leaning closer. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. So, you shook your head. “Don’t act stupid!” he snapped, pressing his hand harder against the wall allowing it to decay further.

You flinched at the sound, knowing that he was planning to collapse the building. He chuckled again, finally enjoying himself. Maybe he should go out more often. “I saw the expression in your eyes, and unless you want to die with everyone else in this stupid place…” he paused. “I suggest you let me take you home.”

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #tomura x reader #tomura x you #tomura x y/n #tenko x reader #tenko x y/n #tenko x you #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x self insert #faulty writes: tenko shimura: 23 #faulty writes: tenko shimura: one shot: 23

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elrielmoments · 6 months

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What the Inner Circle is being for halloween this year

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Rhysand: Batman. He got his cape custom made with specs of stardust on it for flare. He wears the batman mask and says “I’m Batman” in a deep voice to make Nyx laugh. Nyx is dressed up as Batman too because he wanted to be like his dad.

Feyre: Catwoman. She got her nails done a pointy black to act as claws. Her outfit is custom made like Rhysand’s.

Cassian: Thor. Carries a gigantic rubber hammer. Trips over his cape a few times. Argues with Rhysand that Marvel is better than DC.

Nesta: Black Widow. Didn’t care about dressing up but Cassian said it would be fun. Refuses to wear a red wig. Bought expensive heels.

Azriel: Ghostface. Thinks the mask looks cool. Has only seen the first movie once and thought it was okay. Didn’t really know what to dress up as and picked this option last minute. His shadows swirl around him to make him seem scarier.

Elain: Fairy. Light pink outfit with blue wings. Makeup is perfect. Flowers adorn her hair. Her shoes are handmade. Bakes Halloween inspired cupcakes for everyone.

Mor: Vampire. Long red dress with red heels to match and fake vampire teeth. Drinks red wine that makes the vampre look really come together. Agree’s with Rhysand that DC is better than Marvel.

Amren: Elf. She lost a bet with Cassian so she had to dress up as whatever he picked out for her. Sneering the entire time. Wore expensive jewelry to make the outfit more tolerable.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #rhysand #feyre archeron #cassian #nesta archeron #azriel #elain archeron #morrigan #amren #the inner circle

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saphira5 · 7 months

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Ex - Military Reader Part 1

"I always had problems with the Psych evaluation, I feel like they are always after me. I just didn't understand why only me, Ghost should be on psych mandator leave not me. HE DUG HIMSELF OUT OF A GRAVE WITH HIS FALLEN COMRADES JAW."

"Mr. Garrick", Kyle looks at the psychiatrist.

"Did you hear what I said", Kyle looks around the room not making eye contact with the Psychiatrist. The room was very basic, inspiration pictures hang on the walls. Fake plants on his desk and a shelf with a bunch of books.

"I want to you to foster a puppy; you need to focus on other things beside the military".

Kyle looks at the Psychiatrist "You don't have hobbies and you don't leave the base when you are granted leave for a couple of weeks. The miliary is all you think about Mr. Garrick, the other Task Force members have hobbies and go places when on leave. I know you feel like you are getting singled out, but you must understand, the military won't always be your top priory".

Kyle looks at him and just nods, Kyle stands up from the couch and picks up the papers with the list of things Kyle needs to do to get the all clear to return to active duty.

Kyle opens the door and begins making his way to the apartment the military had provided for him. Well, the apartment Laswell had provided for him. Since he can't return to base, Kyle was walking and looking at the papers and the notes the shrink had wrote.

He looks up and sees he had arrived at the apartment door; Kyle was a bit shocked.

"How did I get here, I only been to this place once". Kyle digs in his pocket and pulls out the keys, he unlocks the door, and he steps inside, Kyle heads straight to the table. He puts the keys and the papers down and heads to lock the door.

Once Kyle locked it, he sighed really loud.

Kyle then makes his way to the table; Kyle pulls out the chair and sits down. Kyle looks through the papers thoroughly, when he looked up the sun wasn't beaming through the curtains, noting but pitch-black outside.

Kyle puts down the papers and heads to the bedroom, the apartment only had a couch and a tv, a table with only one chair. A bedroom with a queen size bed and a nightstand with a lamp. Nothing hangs on the wall, Kyle puts his phone on the nightstand, he then stripes, left in only his boxers, Kyle lays on the bed, thinking and thinking until he fell asleep.

When Kyle woke up, he went to grab his phone from the nightstand.

When he turns in it on, Kyle blinks a couple of times, trying to adjust to the screen light. Once he does the time reads 4:00am, Kyle puts the phone back on the nightstand.

Kyle just lays on the bed, staring at the wall, nothing in his mind.

Kyle then looks right and sees some light picking out from the curtain. Kyle grabs his phone again and looks at the time. 7:00 am, Kyle gets up slowly from the bed, he stretches then heads to the restroom.

Kyle brushes his teeth, then heads to the nightstand to grab some cloths. Kyle puts on a blue shirt, then blue jeans, Kyle puts his phone in his pocket.

He then makes his way to the living room, when he puts on his socks and shoes. He grabs the keys from the table, he was about to head out, when he forgot the card. Money for the puppy and the items needed for the puppy. Everything was provided for Kyle, so he could focus on "recovering".

Once he had the card Kyle then makes his way to the animal shelter.

It took Kyle about an hour or two because he wasn't allowed to drive. Psych orders, Kyle thought about a taxi but didn't want to wait for one to come down the street.

Once Kyle arrived, he was led to a couple of kennels full of puppies. Kyle looked at each and every one, then he saw a puppy in the back of the kennel hiding. He told the lady, she went in and picked up the puppy. It was a German Shepard puppy; it was a big puppy.

The lady passes the puppy to Kyle, he took the puppy, the puppy waged his tail a bit.

Kyle smiles a bit, "I will take him", Kyle got lead to the front to get the papers sorted out. Once Kyle was done, he was walking with Thomas in his arms. The lady said he had only been there a day, her volunteers tried to cheer him up, when one of them showed him Thomas the tank engine.

He began waging his tail, so they named him Thomas.

Kyle begins walking to the pet store to pick up some items for Thomas. Luckly there was one a couple of streets down from his temporary apartment.

Kyle walked in and smelled something strange, he had never smelled something like it. Kyle cringed a bit, Kyle walked to the kibble section, passing fish tanks, and cages with hamsters and Guinea pigs. Kyle was a bit overwhelmed, so many options and different needs.

Some were made for puppies with sensitive stomachs and sensitive skin.

Thomas started barking and wagging his tail, Kyle looks right and sees y/n. Kyle walks over to y/n, Thomas begins wagging his tail even harder, so hard that it hurts. Y/n could see Kyle walking over in your Peripheral vision. Y/n turns and sees Kyle and the young German Shepard puppy standing a foot away from y/n.

"Hello, I was wondering if you could help me pick some things for Thomas". Y/n smiles at Kyle "of course, he is quite a big puppy. Thomas will need a large breed puppy kibble".

Kyle looks at y/n puzzled; y/n chuckles a bit.

"He is your first", Kyle nods, "let me go get a chart, you're going to need it". Y/n walks to the front and gets the biggest kart. Y/n then walks back to Kyle and Thomas. "Alright, let's get started, um", "Kyle", y/n nods, "y/n".

You walk over to the puppy section and grabs a 27.5 Ib bag of large breed Kibble. Y/n loads it in the kart then looks at Kyle, he looks a bit shocked.

"He will grow very large, my dog when he was a puppy ate a lot. I would have to come and pick up another bag in less than a month". Y/n nods, "alright, chew toys are a must, unless you want your table and couch to be replaced". Y/n, Kyle and Thomas walk to the toys, "let's see".

Y/n grabs a cow squeak toy and shows Thomas, Thomas isn't interested, y/n then grabs a Kong toy. Thomas tries to grab it out of y/n hand. Y/n puts it in the kart, y/n then grabs a rope, before y/n showed Thomas, he begins barking.

Y/n puts it in front of Thomas, he grabs it, y/n tries to put it in the kart. But Thomas isn't letting go, y/n just let's Thomas have it.

Y/n looks at Kyle "Oh well, you probably won't need a bed. You will need a bowl for food and water. A measuring cup to feed the exact amount given on the back of the kibble bag. A brush because he will be sheading, a collar and leash. Also does he have his shots". "He does, I had got him from the animal shelter".

Y/n hums, "you are going to need to take him to the vet. Thomas will need a lot of shots, to keep him from getting sick. Also don't let him walk on the ground, only in your apartment. You don't want him getting Parvo, it can kill Thomas. When you take Thomas to the vet, ask them if he well be ok to walk on the ground. Also don't let him touch anything at the vet. There could be something on the ground or the chairs".

Kyle nods at y/n, "alright let's get the rest of the stuff".

Y/n tells Kyle a bunch of things about how to train Thomas, what to watch out for. Y/n explained to Kyle that Thomas could be food aggressive because he is from an animal shelter.

Y/n told Kyle about y/n experience with y/n dog, how he was food aggressive and ate very fast, so fast he threw up his food.

Y/n asked the vet what to do, and the vet said to train him that no one is going to steal his food also to buy a slow feeder. Over time y/n taught him not to be food aggressive and the slow feeder helps him eat slow.

It took about an hour to get everything Kyle needed for Thomas, once y/n done you had helped Kyle outside. Y/n begin walking to the parking lot, "Thanks for the help, y/n". You stop and turn to Kyle "do you have a ride", "no".

"I can take you home, if you want. Because you won't be able to carry all this stuff".

Kyle nods, y/n walks to y/n truck, an old chevy, with pilling red paint, the windows that have to be cranked to go up and down. Y/n unlocks the door, Kyle puts Thomas inside the truck, y/n rolls the window down a bit for Thomas. Kyle then shuts the door and helps y/n load the bags in the back of the truck. Once y/n was done, y/n had walked the kart back inside the store.

Y/n then walks back to the truck, y/n gets in and starts the truck.

Kyle gives y/n his address, y/n begins driving to Kyle's apartment. Once y/n arrived, you both got off, Thomas in Kyle's arms. "I will be back; I am going to put him inside". Y/n nods, Kyle walks up the stairs and opens his door, y/n starts to unload the bags.

Then y/n sees Kyle coming down the stairs, he grabs some bags and begins making his way upstairs. Y/n is right behind him, y/n doesn't enter his apartment, because something felt wrong. Y/n gently places the bags near the door, Kyle comes walking to the front door. "Are you ok, Kyle", he just nods, y/n hums.

Y/n digs into y/n pocket, y/n pulls out a pen and pencil.

"Well, here is the vet's number and mine of you need any help with Thomas", Kyle looks at the paper then at y/n, a frown on his face.

"I won't need it", then y/n hears a crash.

"Kyle grabs the paper from y/n hands, "thank you", y/n nods. Kyle picks up the rest of the stuff and closes the door. Y/n stands there for a bit, then y/n heads down the stairs and to y/n truck. Y/n started the truck and heads on home, y/n had stopped at a red light when it hit y/n.

Y/n finally knew why you felt something was wrong.

Kyle had reminded y/n of yourself, when y/n was in the military. Y/n lived and breathed everything military, y/n didn't make time or cared for any other things. Until y/n got out of the military, y/n had finally seen how much y/n relied on the military.

The military provided food, shelter and work, y/n tried to work but it never worked out, y/n didn't know how to cook, or what to do with so much free time.

Y/n had tried reading, drawing, yoga, meditating, etc.

It took y/n a while to be ok, without y/n dog y/n won't have survived being out of the military. Y/n looks up and sees the light turn green, y/n drives on, y/n arrives at your house. Y/n turns of the truck, y/n gets out and closes the door, y/n locks it. Y/n was making your way to the front door when y/n hears Gordon barking.

"IT'S ME BUDDY", the barking stopped, y/n begins putting the key in the door when y/n hears a crash inside, y/n rushes to the window and sees Grodon, he had ripped the blinds off the window, he is on the couch barking and wagging his tail.

Y/n unlocks the door and Gordon comes running to y/n, he jumps up on his hind legs.

Y/n is 6 feet tall; Gordon is a bit taller than y/n when he is standing on his hind legs. Y/n helps him down, Gordan then begins smelling y/n. Gordon can smell Kyle and Thomas. Y/n closes the front door and lock it. Y/n walked to the broken blinds, y/n grabbed the broken blinds, when y/n hears the phone.

Y/n walks to the phone with broken blind in y/n hands, you pick up the phone, "hello", "Hello, y/n I need your help, Thomas is going crazy". "I am on the way", y/n puts the broken blinds near the trash can, then y/n walks to the front door, y/n opens it. Y/n then turns and looks at Gordon.

"Want to go on a ride", Gordan begins barking and wagging his tail.

Y/n opens the door fully and Gordan runs to the truck, y/n looks the front door and heads to the truck. Y/n opens the driver side door, Gordon hopes in. Y/n then gets in and starts the truck, y/n arrives at Kyle's apartment, y/n gets off and Gordan follows y/n.

You make y/n way upstairs, Gordan right behind y/n.

You hear cursing and crashing, y/n knocks on the door. A few seconds later the door opens, Kyle looks terrible, he is all bewildered. "He can't seat still for a moment", y/n looks at Gordan, "teach Thomas some manners", Gordan moves Kyle out of the way and enters his apartment.

Kyle looks at y/n scared, "Gordan will guide Thomas, he is a puppy after all. Thomas's parents should have been teaching him how act, the does and don'ts". Kyle nods, "come in", y/n nods and walks inside, y/n sees the couch has scratches and chew marks. The table has chunks missing form it. Y/n doesn't see the Thomas or Gordan, then y/n hears a cry.

Thomas comes running from a room to the living room with his tail in between his legs. He runs straight past y/n, Gordan walks out of the room and to y/n, you turn and see Kyle caring Thomas. He has a frown on his face, "it seems scary Kyle, but Thomas isn't hurt.

If he doesn't learn know he will be difficult when he gets older and 100 pounds".

Kyle slowly puts down Thomas, Kyle keeps his eyes on Gordon the whole time. Thomas runs back to the room and comes back to the living room with a rope toy.

Thomas gives it to Gordon, and Gordan picks it up and begins swinging it around, then Thomas grabs the other side of the rope, the begin playing dug of war. Y/n looks at Kyle, his frown disappeared, but his lips were in a thin line. Thomas leads Gordon to the other room, Gordon follows, "don't break anything, Gordon. You lost?".

"What", Kyle looks at y/n strangely.

"You remind me of myself, when I lived and breath military. When I got out it was hell. I would rather be in a fire fight then stay another day at home doing nothing".

Kyle looks away, "I understand all too well Kyle, I always felt the shrink was going after me until I left the military. I had so much trouble dealing with so much free time. I tired many things to keep me occupied. Yoga, reading, Legos, planting, and fishing".

Kyle looks at y/n, you see a single tear fall from left eye.

"There is nothing to be ashamed about Kyle, if you need help, I am here". "Thank you, y/n it means a lot. I need to complete a list to be able to return to duty. But I want to find some hobbies or something I can do on my off time". Y/n smiles at Kyle, "well you had found the right person for that".

Kyle walks over to the couch and sits down, "please, sit", y/n walks over and sits next to Kyle. "What do you do in the military? Also, what do you like to do when at the base?", y/n looks at Kyle.

"I am on a team, the 1-4-1. I like talking to my captain, he is like a father to me. When at the base, me and Soap loving playing pranks on Ghost. I really like looking at the scenery when on missions". Y/n smiles suddenly disappears then reappears.

"That's great! Kyle, you should try hiking and rocking climbing. It's really fun, maybe you should even try bird watching, it reminds me of watching everything through a sniper rifle scope". A knock on the door stops y/n from continuing with other activities Kyle should try. Thomas comes running, barking at the door, Gordon walks over to Thomas.

Gordon does the same as Thomas, "that's enough", Gordon stops barking, but Thomas is still barking. Gordon correct Thomas, he stops barking and walks over to Kyle. Thomas jumps on the couch, and he stands on his hind leg and puts his paws on Kyle's chest.

They person knock again, but a little louder. "Mind if I answer it", "go head Kyle, this is your place after all". Kyle smiles at y/n he then gets up from the couch with Thomas in his arms. Kyle opens the door and steps outside but leaves a crack in the door.

"Hello Kyle, I wanted to check and see how you are doing".

"That voice sounds so familiar", Gordon then goes running to the door, he opens it with his snot, y/n then hears a yelp. "Gordon, what are you doing here". Y/n stands up and goes to the door. Y/n opens it and sees John Price, y/n frowns at him. Y/n looks at Kyle, "I am going to get going Kyle, call me if you need anything".

Kyle nods at y/n, y/n doesn't look at Price, y/n picks up Gordon, he begins crying, y/n makes you way downstairs.

Y/n opens the passenger door and puts Gordon inside.

Y/n opens the driver side door. Y/n hops in and starts the truck, y/n drives away. Gordon was still crying, y/n park in y/n driveway. Y/n looks at Gordon, but he doesn't look at y/n. "You just don't understand Gordon, on how much his and the 1-4-1 betrayal hurt".

Y/n opens the driver's door, you leave it open for Gordon. Then y/n heads inside, you open the door and close it. Y/n bends down and unlocks the dog door for Gordon. Y/n heads upstairs, you walk into y/n bedroom. Y/n lays down and stares at the ceiling, "y/n didn't know how long y/n had been tied to a chair.

The only thing y/n heard was the drop of water from an old pipe.

The room had only a chair, it was placed in front of y/n. Y/n would watch the drop of water fall over and over. When the door opens, y/n sees John Price and Ms. Laswell step inside, Ms. Laswell closes the door.

Price walks over to y/n and punches y/n in the face.

Y/n heads turns a bit, y/n looks at price with a neutral expression. Ms. Laswell walks over and sits in front of y/n. "Why did you do it?", y/n puts your head back. Y/n sighs heavily, "they will get what they wanted", "who will get what? what is it they will get!". Y/n looks at Laswell then at John Price. "They will get victory", Price and Laswell left, y/n had stayed tied for days maybe months.

Questions after questions, torture after torture, Task Force 141 tired anything to make y/n talk. Y/n brothers, friend and family have turned on y/n. When the door opens again, y/n prepares for another round of torture. Y/n sees Price, Laswell, Soap and Ghost enter; Ghost closes the door. Y/n looks up and sees sad expression on Price, Laswell's and Soaps face.

Y/n begins laughing hard, when y/n stopped you spoke "now you see, they framed me. They won the battle and the war; they are showing their power and strength, that they can make the military crumble in their wake". Y/n breaks out of rope and begins walking to the door, y/n is limping and holding y/n dislocated arm.

Y/n opens it and y/n heads home, the Task Force and the military tried to talk to y/n. The Military even tried to threaten y/n, they tried to take y/n retirement money, but they didn't understand what had meaning to you. Everything y/n loved was gone, y/n comrades, Task Force 141 was no longer y/n family.

But y/n couldn't understand, they knew you inside and out, or so y/n thought.

After a couple of years all have given up on finding out the truth.

Y/n wanted to leave the military for Gordon; due to Gordon being so huge he messed up his hip but with time it healed. Gordon was y/n K9 in the 1-4-1 but had to retire because once y/n was considered a traitor they locked Gordon up. Y/n read the report before y/n left the miliary. When people tried to feed him, he would bite them, he would growl and bark when someone entered through the door. Over time he forgave the 141, they would come to y/n house, once a week and try to ask for forgiveness, for over a year.

Y/n couldn't forget or forgive, y/n couldn't trust anyone ever again.

Y/n then hears something for downstairs, y/n gets up and walks downstairs. Y/n walks to the ringing phone, y/n picks up the phone. "Hello", "Hello y/n, it me Kyle", "I know what you want Kyle, and it isn't happening. Fuck off Price, don't drag Kyle down with you".

Y/n hangs up the phone.

Post 9/29/23

#kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #task force 141 #kyle garrick

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ghastlybin · 10 months

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Lost within myself - Dami

HOWDY HOWDY HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATIE (@panda-writes-kpop) I LOVE YOUUUUU THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND AND ALSO A FELLOW CLOWN, we love to see it. As you can tell by the AU,,, lol,,, Inspired by our past convos regarding the hunger games. I wanted to switch it up a little… Kinda. I hope you enjoy and that this didn't turn out bad^^ HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶💜💜💜💜

Also added Taehyun because I needed another tribute since reader is a mentor. Also cause I love him and think he fits the concept somehow.

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▾Hunger games! AU ▾ Angst but also some fluff?? If you squint▾ Language & Violence ▾ Death implications ▾Tribute! Dami X Mentor! Reader▾ Y’all know the drill, also Dami has plot armor ▾ FT. Twice Tzuyu & TXT Taehyun. ▾ Taehyun has plot armor too ▾ Tzuyu has plot armor by default ▾ Yes, you are Haymitch. /J ▾ Ending is up for interpretation ▾

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Everyone feared you.

Whether you wanted them to or not, they feared you. They hated you, even. You killed someone’s child after all. Their sibling, cousin, friend, crush, significant other— Someone who had younger people looking up to them.

You killed a person. People, for that matter.

It was just a game, right?

Games are supposed to be fun. No one was supposed to get hurt in a game.

It wasn’t fun knowing you were taking someone’s life.

It wasn’t fun knowing you were hurting more than one person each time you defended yourself, even if it were you or them.

They had the same goals you did, but only one of you could reach them.

You were the victor in the end.

Another victor with blood on your hands. But hey, you win.

Right?

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The ride to the Capitol was unbearably long. You remembered how it felt to ride in the train for the first time after the reaping. How you volunteered for your friend that you don’t see much anymore. The last time you felt alive and not like some monster that ruined other people’s lives.

You were the Capitol’s favorite though.

“Don’t mope around. We have guests.” Tzuyu nudged you. You sat up straight, rolling your shoulders back.

Your expression didn’t change, but you weren’t zoned out and staring outside.

“Do you want me to be happy for them?”

Tzuyu smiled at the tributes before giving you a threatening glare.

“Next car. Now.” She said through gritted teeth.

You got up without a word and followed her into the next car.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to come off as rude.” You apologized right away when the door closed.

“You did. They are already scared, the least you can do is smile for them and help them become more comfortable. Would it really kill you to try?” Tzuyu kept her tone low enough to where you could hear but the tributes couldn’t.

“You’re their mentor now! No body ever survives with a pessimistic mentor.”

“No body survives with an optimistic one either.” You retorted. Tzuyu sighed, shaking her head.

“Please, just try. For them? They need your help more than ever. No body asks for this.”

“Careers.” You mumbled, earning another glare.

Tzuyu glanced through the window of the door, seeing the two tributes sitting and actively avoiding each other. You remembered how you were when you were in their shoes.

Avoiding the other tribute, knowing it would come down to you or them in the end. Even though you had long forgotten the name of the other person you were reaped with, it still wrenched your heart to remember there had been another person with you.

“Tzuyu. Only one of them can survive.” You reminded. Tzuyu acknowledged with a frown.

“I will try my best. Can’t believe they are making me raise murderers.” You mumbled the last bit, walking back into the other car with the tributes.

They both looked at you and Tzuyu. You smiled for them, even if it was forced.

“I apologize for being rude. How are you two holding up?” You asked them, trying to sound as sincere as possible. Tzuyu furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“Why do you sound like that?” She asked.

“What?”

“Like a… Servant— You sound very fake.”

“No I don’t.” You defended yourself with a scoff, glancing at the two tributes.

“Yes. Yes, you do.”

“Do I sound fake?” You asked the two tributes. They seemed confused on whether they wanted to nod or shake their heads.

Yubin stood up, avoiding your question all together and held her hand up for you to shake.

“I’m Yubin.”

There was something about her that interested you. It wasn't just how gorgeous she was either.

At the Capitol, you couldn't focus on much. All you could think about was Yubin.

A silly little crush, some might say.

It even went as far as forgetting you were the mentor. Not Tzuyu, who at times had to speak for you after so many tries of getting you to focus.

It was your first year as a mentor, after all. You were still the Capitol’s favorite shell of a person.

“What if the Career’s try to recruit you? What would you do?” Tzuyu asked the tributes. You realized you never got the other tribute’s name.

It was only Yubin. Yubin. Yubin.

It was already too late to ask for the other tribute’s name.

Too awkward.

You put your drink down.

“Don’t get close to anyone. You’ll only feel betrayed.”

Tzuyu cleared her throat, “hate to admit it, but it’s true. There will only be one survivor. If it’s not one of you, it’ll be a career you trusted.”

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“Anything you want to say to them before they go into training?” Tzuyu asked, crossing her arms. You smiled at them.

“Good luck.”

Tzuyu lightly slapped your arms. You sighed.

“Work on what you know you’re good at. Don’t bother learning new stuff until you’ve perfected what you know.” You advised more seriously.

“Yubin, you’re smart. If I were you, I’d focus on your familiarity with plants, the terrain, survival skills. The difference between a mound and a mine.”

You looked at the other tribute, who seemed surprised you were actually being a mentor.

“And you… Er…” You admit, you felt bad for never learning his name.

“Taehyun.” Tzuyu whispered to you. You awkwardly smiled.

“Taehyun. You’re good with knives. Focus on that.”

“Ah, so you do know something about me.” Taehyun joked. You crossed your arms.

“You are forgetting something though.” He added. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

“I’m good at being invisible.”

You weren't sure if he was just joking to make fun of you for only focusing on Yubin or if he was serious.

“Taehyun, I'm so sorry. I don't usually—”

“I'm serious. I’ve won every game of hide and seek I’ve played.” Taehyun proudly stated.

“Knives and camouflage. Good. Awesome. You two know what to focus on now.” You looked at the two, feeling a sense of pride for getting stuck with the smart tributes and not the reckless ones.

When they left you and Tzuyu waited.

More waiting.

“You did good. Sort of.”

“Sort of?” You questioned, slightly offended. Tzuyu put her hand on your shoulder.

“I’m disappointed that you only remembered one of their names.”

You groaned, sitting down, “do you want me to write Taehyun’s name five hundred times to make sure I remember it next time?”

“That’s not a bad idea.” Tzuyu sat beside you. You threw your head back, staring at the ceiling above you.

“Do you like Yubin?”

“What do you mean?”

Tzuyu narrowed her eyes at you, “you know what I mean. I see the way you look at her when she’s talking or doing anything. I saw the way you froze when she shook your hand. I have never seen you exhibit this kind of behavior before.”

“Is it really out of character to have a crush?” You closed your eyes. Tzuyu smiled a little.

“It’s… How do I put this… Unrequited.”

You opened your eyes again, still staring at the ceiling in such a neck breaking position.

Unrequited seemed to fit. Yubin was a tribute.

She had a one out of twenty-four chance of survival. Even after, a kind-hearted person like Yubin wouldn’t be the same after if she won.

You sure as hell weren’t.

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You, Yubin, Taehyun, and Tzuyu sat around the TV waiting for their scores. You pretty much tuned out every other tributes scores from other districts, knowing they’d most likely be average or poor while the careers had the highest.

It was always like that.

You were in the poor range, as hard as it was the believe. A score of three.

So how did you manage to survive?

You were just a person, killing to survive. Dying to live.

“Oh! Pay attention!” Tzuyu excitedly smacked your arm. Yubin chuckled, inching her hand towards yours as Taehyun’s score were first.

You absentmindedly curled your fingers around Yubin’s hand.

Nine.

“Holy shit.”

“Language.” Tzuyu scolded, although she was impressed. Taehyun even seemed surprised.

“Good job, er… What is your name again?” You joked. Taehyun threw a grape at you.

“Very funny.” Taehyun looked back at the screen as Yubin came up.

You were now consciously aware that Yubin was holding your hand. Whether she intended it or not, she squeezed your hand in anticipation.

Eleven.

“Holy shit.” Tzuyu muttered under her breath.

“Sorry.” She immediately apologized. You grinned, “did I hear you correctly?”

“Quiet.”

Yubin’s eyes were glued to the TV in shock, wondering how her smarts got that high of a score.

“You got an eleven. Do you know who the last person to get an eleven was?” You asked Yubin, placing your other hand over hers.

“No, was it you?” Yubin asked while her score registered.

“Absolutely… not.” You had a huge smile on your face. “I got a three.”

Yubin scoffed at your response.

“I got a nine.” Taehyun reminded. You gave him a thumbs up.

“I can hack into the system and make it higher—”

“Hey!” Tzuyu slapped your arm. “Don’t say that out loud. Are you trying to get us raided by peacekeepers?”

You cleared your throat and looked at Taehyun again, whispering this time.

“I can hack into the system and make it higher.”

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It was the night before the games and your chest felt heavy, knowing your new friends— as well as your budding romance with Yubin— would be coming to an end sooner than you were ready.

You almost forgot that you were raising murderers despite the countless times Tzuyu reminded you.

“Well, I’m headed off to sleep. Goodnight.” Taehyun was the first to leave for the night. Assuming he just wanted to get it all over with.

Tzuyu was next, although she seemed on edge about how tomorrow would turn out.

Then there were two. You and Yubin.

Yubin stood on the balcony, overlooking the Capitol.

“Hey there, eleven.”

Yubin smiled, already knowing who you were without looking back.

“Hey, three.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “okay, well this three still survived.”

Yubin laughed half-heartedly and you could tell something was wrong.

Probably the fact she’ll need to fight for her life in an arena of other tributes doing the same.

“What was it like for you? In your games?”

Your smile faded slowly and the pain you’ve held inside became more prominent. You tried so hard to push the memories away despite them being everywhere.

“Full story or a summary?” You slowly joined her, leaning against the railing of the balcony with her,

“You pick.”

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to recall the memories for Yubin’s sake.

“My name wasn’t called during the reaping. My friend was supposed to be there. But she panicked when she had to go up on stage and I volunteered on a whim.”

Yubin listened to everything you said, admiring your bravery.

“So you do care about people.” Yubin slightly smirked. You lightly nudged her.

“Of course I do. I wasn’t good with most skills others possessed. That’s why I got a three. In the arena, I was terrified and even… I don’t know. I wish I could go back and tell myself to not be so reckless.” You frowned.

“You lived because you were reckless. If I live, it’s because I was the opposite.” Yubin rubbed her hands together. You thought about what she said.

Would you have died if you were more cautious?

“I’m not afraid of dying,” Yubin turned to face you. She grabbed your shoulders to force you to face her as well.

“I’m afraid of losing who I am.”

She smiled at you, but it was sympathetic.

“It’s not too late to find yourself. I loved the moments when I could see the real you coming out. I hope you can learn to forgive yourself for something you were forced to do.”

With that sentence leaving you in a state of shock that gutted you, you stood there, silent as the tears welled up in your eyes.

“I know you’re rooting for me. I’m rooting for you too.” Yubin whispered, kissing your cheek before walking away.

“Goodnight.”

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You were coming to terms with everything. Your past and what Yubin said to you that night.

You watched the cornucopia on a screen with Tzuyu.

When everyone ran off of their podiums, Taehyun and Yubin ran their separate ways in the chaos.

Yubin was immediately chased by a group of four careers.

The careers sought her out, knowing they would be unable to recruit her before the games. She knew her score was too high as she ran through the forests. You knew her score was too high.

If they didn’t recruit her, they’d have to target her first.

“Don’t get close to anyone. You’ll only feel betrayed.”

Yubin slid down a slope and into a river, screaming before she was submerged under the water.

You watched, some how determined that she would survive.

And she did, quickly getting up and splashing to the other side as the careers watched her from the slope she slid down.

You smiled a genuine smile knowing they hadn’t got her yet.

Yubin hid on higher ground, using her wits to guide her. Luckily, no one found her or even came to that part of the arena.

She had to be careful about the borders too, knowing what to watch out for.

Yubin spent her first night alone, exhausted and watching each picture of the fallen tributes in the sky.

None of whom she’s met before.

As the days went by, Yubin was alone. No sign of other tributes— Other than the fallen ones that appeared in the sky after the cannon shots.

There were four tributes left, including Yubin.

You watched the screen carefully, supplying her with a parachute that contained food so she wouldn’t have to risk running into one of the other tributes.

Yubin watched as the parachute made it’s way to her, catching it. Yubin looked up at the sky, mouthing a desperate ‘thank you.’

That night, only one tribute died.

It was now Yubin, Taehyun, and a career from District 2.

The next day, the cornucopia was announced to be replenished with food, water, weapons— The essentials.

You knew it was the gamemaker’s way of getting the three together. The ones left knew where the cornucopia was and that they may need the supplies.

Yubin knew how to forage for food. She knew how to purify the water.

But it was growing difficult to find food that wouldn’t kill her or poison her.

It was difficult purifying water she didn’t have the tools for.

So Yubin made her way back to the cornucopia.

So did Taehyun and so did the career from District 2.

You and Tzuyu anxiously watched, although glad someone from your district made it this far— Let alone both of them.

That just made it all the more harder to watch.

The three tributes standing stared at each other, eyeing each other’s movements.

Yubin didn’t want to fight. She was probably the only tribute that hadn’t killed anyone.

Taehyun lost every knife he had over the past few days.

The career seemed the most ready to fight than the other two.

The standoff dragged out for an unnecessarily long time.

“Fuck.” You muttered. Tzuyu glanced at you with curiosity.

In an attempt to help out, you sent the one thing you saved as an absolute last resort. Your secret.

Watching the small parachute floating down towards Yubin, Taehyun, and the career didn’t make it any less tense.

“I don't want to die.” Yubin declared, all of her fear and sorrow building up inside of her.

The parachute landed in between them, and on instinct, Yubin stepped backwards. Taehyun glanced at Yubin, taking a step back also as the career stepped closer to the parachute.

“I don’t want to die.” She repeated with tears welling into her eyes.

She was telling the truth in the words she spoke. You’ve seen it all before because you were there once too. You didn’t want to die when you were in the arena. Why else would you have fought that hard?

“I’m not afraid of dying.”

The truth hurts.

“I’m afraid of losing who I am.”

But secrets kill.

#dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher au #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher fics #dreamcatcher angst #dreamcatcher dami imagine #dreamcatcher dami x reader #dreamcatcher fanfic #Happy birthday katie!!!!!!!!

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agentem · 1 year

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I watched WAKANDA FOREVER again and thinking about Chadwick Boseman. Not just “he was a great actor” or “it’s awful that cancer takes people too soon.”

But about his purpose. When he died, there was an article with one of the friends that knew Mr. Boseman (it feels weird calling him Chadwick). And the friend said he selected his roles very carefully not just because it’s important for creative people to put something out there. Sometimes we put comedy out there to make people laugh or we write a memoir hoping to be seen. (Samuel L Jackson says he wants to make movies he would’ve seen as a kid, and I think he’s doing a good job with that purpose.)

The friend said Chadwick’s purpose was he wanted everything he put out into the world to have a positive effect. On the culture, on the world.

That means not just taking culturally conscious roles like Jackie Robinson and Thurgood Marshall. He also added his star power to August Wilson plays. And he took the role of T’Challa in CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR because he thought it would be a positive effect on the culture to see a Black superhero.

Ahe worked really hard on it. He studied capoeira, Muy Thuy, and Tae Kwon Do for BLACK PANTHER even after he found out he had cancer. (He was diagnosed in 2016, the year CIVIL WAR came out) And if I had been in his shoes, my purpose would then become to not move unless my doctor told me to because I’d be scared of the cancer.

But positive effects on the culture was what he wanted.

Ryan Coogler said in an emotional interview about how much Mr. Boseman created Wakanda because he was the only one making decisions during CIVIL WAR. He, for example, convinced the directors T’Challa should speak to his father in an African language because “why would they speak English?”

So John Kani (the actor who played T’Chaka) taught him how to say his lines in Xhosa, Kani’s own language. He wanted it to be a real African language and not, I don’t know, Dothraki. A made up thing. And that was a decision made on that day, that had a ripple effect through the future.

Because ultimately what happened with Wakanda, was this decision to use very specific cultural reference points. Not to make it look “vaguely African” or “completely made up” but to pick a specific thing from the continent of Africa. To weave the Blanket of Wakanda with real threads, that maybe don’t go together or wouldn’t be in this region, but have some real world inspiration.

More African Americans tried to learn Xhosa after BLACK PANTHER. Maybe it’s not the “correct” language for the place Wakanda is supposed to occupy on the fake map. People are connecting to a real culture that may have been ripped from them by Slavery. Maybe. (And, at the very least, also not paying Disney for a fake Wakanda dictionary like LORD OF THE RINGS have to buy for Elvish.)

That is something positive that Chadwick Boseman put out into the culture. He did that.

And it rippled out to a lot of African artists who were used for the cast and crew.

And then they have those people, who can make a Wakanda real, already on staff when they have to do it again for WAKANDA FOREVER.

Chadwick Boseman’s ripples will keep going out until all the cultures have a Marvel superhero, I think. The success of BLACK PANTHER allowed for things like SHANG CHI and MS MARVEL to be maid. (Also helped CAPTAIN MARVEL, I should add but that was already in production.)

Not only that but he’s having such a positive effect on some artists who were close to him. Coogler again talked about how he basically “had” to cast Letitia Wright as Shuri because she was the only one who could make him smile a “Chadwick Boseman” smile (lots of teeth) and not just a T’Challa (regal, restrained) smile.

And Chadwick’s positive ripples have made Letitia Wright a leading lady.

Chadwick’s ripple might get Angela Bassett the Oscar, which would make me happy in the future and Make Amber Ruffin feel positive in 1993.

I know Black people have asked to see fewer white people’s thoughts on Mr Boseman.

But, man, I have to say. If you wanted to put positive into the culture, man. You did it.

#Chadwick Boseman #black panther #is this what religion is?#superheroes

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feralghxuls · 1 year

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50 for the top songs playlist, any character!

hiiii thank you for sending this!! unfortunately, it is angst >:3

the song was Fake by I Prevail, and these are the lines that inspired this:

Dew storms out of yet another rehearsal, after snapping yet another set of strings. The strings for the Hagström just aren't as durable as his bass's had been. Particularly not under the extreme temperatures his fingers creep up to without his noticing. Barely a wisp of smoke and a few notes going flat as the strings heat and stretch, that's all the warning he gets before one more hard strum snaps them all in one go.

Dew remembers snarling and shaking his hand out against the sting of six strings whipping all their tension into his skin; he remembers flinging the guitar somewhere, hearing something crash and a hot feeling of satisfaction; he remembers someone calling his name; he remembers raising a bleeding middle finger.

He doesn't remember how he got here, to the roof beside the bell tower. He never used to go for heights like this, when he'd been a water ghoul. But after the transformation ritual, when emotions boil over, he just has this urge to go up and up and up. As high as he can get. Usually he ends up in a tree in the woods, which at first had been extremely disorienting. Coming out of a blurry haze of fury and finding himself swaying in the uppermost branches of a tree had been, to put it lightly, fucking terrifying. But at least the wood was good for sinking his claws into for a good grip, and if he scorched a few branches the clergy didn't dock it from his pay.

Read the rest under the cut or on Ao3!

Here on the roof, though, the shingles are slick under his toes, and his claws scrape uselessly for purchase; he'd lost his shoes somewhere between the rehearsal room and here, which is a thought that makes his blood boil because it's just one more fucking thing.

He can't control his stupid element, he can't control his emotions, and the fucking clergy expects him to play nice with the Cardinal and all these new ghouls who seem intent on befriending him and he can't for the life of him fathom why. And then there's Aether, constantly trying to defend him and pick up his messes and Dew never asked him to do that and it just makes him feel worse, that someone else feels the need to apologize for him.

And there's that stupid fucking water ghoul–

Rain's scent floods his senses a split second before he hears the scrape of a shoe on roof tiles. Dew snaps his teeth in Rain's direction and scrambles back, away, feeling a few shingles kick loose but he can't be bothered to care. He hasn't cooled off enough yet and the last ghoul he wants to see is Rain.

When Dew is calm, he understands that Rain is only a pawn. He was summoned to the Ghost project just the same as everyone else, just following instructions; it's not Rain's fault that Dew's element was changed.

Dew is not fucking calm.

Rain can tell. He hangs back by the window, sitting on the ledge with one foot on the roof and the other still inside, head tilted slightly. Watching. Dew snarls louder. Rain lifts a hand, shows Dew's shoes dangling from his fingers. He tosses them across the roof at him, and Dew instinctually darts forward to catch them as they bounce and clatter across the slanted surface of the roof, knowing deep in his bones that it will feel like a horrible punch to the gut if he has to watch one of those shoes tumble over the edge of the roof.

Both shoes safely in hand, Dew skitters back several feet, crouched with his weight on his heels and the shoes cradled against his chest. He glares ferociously at Rain, who's got both feet on the roof now, still sitting in the windowsill. Dew doesn't ask before he slams into Rain's thoughts, demanding, What the fuck do you want?

Rain doesn't even blink. He just looks at Dew, and that stupid head tilt is infuriating. Wanted to check on you, he says finally.

Dew scoffs, huffing a puff of steam from his nose and baring his teeth at rain, ears pinned. I didn't ask you to do that, he snaps, tail lashing behind him. Rain's own tail hangs down from the window ledge, relaxed except for a slow, thoughtful flick of the end of it.

No, he muses, standing and taking a step towards Dew. I wanted to.

Dew doesn't move. He refuses to give any more ground. Rain has a way of getting under his skin, even when he's riled up like this, of digging his claws into the cracks of his soul, but instead of breaking him open, he just…sits. And waits for Dew to put himself back together, and then Rain melts away. It's fucking infuriating.

Do you like what you see? Dew snarls, unable to stand the silence or the way Rain is looking at him, his stupid face all calm and quiet. He hates that it's a little contagious. Are you having fun watching me fucking lose it?

No, Rain says again, brows drawing together. There's a very slight edge of distaste to his voice this time he says the word, and again he takes a step forward. And this time he keeps talking. I don't like when you're like this.

Then go. Go back to the pit, for all I care. Dew's voice is still harsh, but it's losing its edge. Despite his stubbornness, his insistence on staying in his black mood, Rain is rubbing off on him.

No. The word is firm this time, accompanying another step. I'm helping you. I know you don't like it, but someone has to. And Aether–

Aether /what./ Dew snarls, cutting him off, furious and rising to his feet. Watch your fucking mouth, or I will crack your horns and send you back myself.

Rain just blinks at him, tail flicking mildly. Aether is exhausting himself.

Anger flares, then fades into sickening guilt that drops Dew's stomach into his toes, and then he doesn't know how to handle that so it boils right back into rage and he stalks across the roof towards Rain. I didn't ask him to do that either. That's not my fucking problem, and I'm sick of both of you, of your self-righteous shit. Neither of you really give a shit, do you? Just trying to keep the shitty peace. Fuck that fake shit.

By now, Dew is level with Rain, jabbing a claw into his chest as he rages at him, teeth bared and snarling and Rain just…absorbs it. Unbothered. Just like he always is.

Yes, Dewdrop. Keeping the peace. That's all it is, Rain says, and an awful feeling spreads through Dew. Yes, he'd been saying hateful things, but a confirmation that they're true makes his lips part in shock and he actually takes a step back, ears relaxing slightly from pinned flat to a more hurt angle. And then Rain's tone sinks in, and he realizes there was sarcasm there, and bitter spite rises and he jerks forward, right back into Rain's space. Rain speaks before he can, though: Of course we care about you. If it was simply about keeping the peace, we would find a new fire ghoul. You're pack, Dew. I shouldn't have to tell you that we care.

Dew doesn't know what to do with that. It feels like the entire range of emotions he's capable of feeling are whirling through him at break-neck speed, and he's frozen, staring at Rain. Dew watches him tip his head two degrees to the side, dark eyes watching him, observing. He always knows just the right moment to go in for the kill, and he does it so swiftly that Dew doesn't have time to defend himself, and suddenly he finds himself bundled up in Rain's arms wound tightly around him. He goes stiff for a second, but he's weak to the way Rain holds him, with surprising strength in those arms, compressing him with enough force that he comes undone every time. He melts, all his emotions seeping out of him and leaving him trembling in Rain's arms, his face pressed into the crook of his neck. He hates this. He needs it. He doesn't understand it.

Rain seems to, though, and he always somehow knows the exact moment he needs to ease up and let Dew stand on his own before he gets restless and the whole process has to start over. Rain steps back, eyes on Dew, who feels impossibly raw, but he nods at Rain and averts his gaze. It's as close as he can stand to expressing gratitude, to telling Rain he's no longer on the brink of completely losing his shit. So Rain gives him this secret little smile and turns to head back across the roof, trusting that Dew will follow him.

And he does.

#dorito.txt #dorito writes #dorito fics #dorito answers #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #raindrop #ill uhhh probably throw this on ao3 later but here you go anon!#(i hurt my own feelings w this)#if anyone follows my stuff on ao3 too this would fit in sometime relatively soon after the most recent fic i posted

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Hellish Bells 7: Dinner Date 2/Bankrupt

“Remember Vaggie. Try!” Charlie reminded her fiancee of their deal before she took the initiative of knocking on Alastor’s door. She was doing her best to hide her little treat behind her back! Alastor wouldn’t see it coming!

They waited for a few seconds before the door opened by its own prerogative. Likely Alastor inviting them in via opening the door with his shadows. Charlie took the lead, her poofy poodle skirt catching for a second on the door. Vaggie loosened it before Charlie could turn, her own outfit a simple nice set of slacks with suspenders and a blouse. They both wore shoes suitable for dancing this time. Vaggie’s feet still had a blister from the last time they had a date with Alastor.

“Alastor?” Charlie called out as they entered. She heard a faint “In here, ladies!” to her left. They closed the door and went through the kitchen into the dining room. There, they came across an unusual sight.

Alastor was clearly ready for them. There were trays of finger food scattered along the edges of the table: tea sandwiches, celery with some sort of creamy spread on it, nuts, and olives. In the middle was what looked like some sort of game, a strange thing with a mustachioed man in a top hat and a suit not too dissimilar to the one Alastor had worn standing in the middle of the square board that had rectangles framing the edges. There were two piles of cards. The treasure chest looked interesting!

“Ah, my fair brides,” Alastor said as they walked in. Charlie could feel Vaggie tense behind her. A few seconds later, she relaxed. He was eyeing Charlie for some reason. “Charlie, my dear, what do you have partly hidden behind your back?”

Drat! How did he notice?

Vaggie rolled her eye and flatly said, “Surprise.” as Charlie pulled it forward.

Alastor blinked, then tilted his head. Narrowing an eye, he asked, “You’ve brought…doilies?”

“What? A doily ? Seriously?” Vaggie was working at it! It was like a muscle to work!

“Nope!” Charlie set the warm plate down and presented, “I made CREPES!”

“Ah! I see now.” Alastor picked one rather ripped crepe up. It crumbled in his fingers.

“It’s the first time I’ve cooked in DECADES! It was so much FUN, OMIGOSH!” Charlie cheered.

“She was ‘inspired’ by our discussion about cooking,” Vaggie said, shaking her head.

“Good job!” Alastor told Charlie even as his gaze was on Vaggie. “These are certainly some crepes that I’ve ever seen.”

“You think?” Charlie’s eyes were sparkling but she could still hear the snort of a laugh from Vaggie. Why, she didn’t know.

“But of course! Now then…” He motioned for them to take seats at the table. With a glance from Charlie, Vaggie sat on Alastor’s right. Charlie took the seat to his left. Alastor was flipping through what looked like a big stack of fake money.

“You’re not going to try and launder any of that, are you?” Charlie asked, frowning.

“Good heavens no! These paltry funds wouldn’t even be worth it if I did bother with that nonsense.” He set the money down in piles of different denominations. Alastor asked, “It doesn’t really need to be asked…I’ll do it anyway!” His teeth glinted under the lights, his eyes flashing black as he asked, “Have either of you ever played Monopoly ?”

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“Fuck fuck fuckFUCKFUCK!” Vaggie slammed her fist as she, again, landed on Broadway. Where Alastor had built a four-star hotel.

“Time to pay up!” Alastor didn’t make any hand motions this time. Charlie was relieved; it looked like Vaggie was going to bite his hand off when she had to pay to get out of jail.

“Here you go, you ASS!” Vaggie tossed the funds at him. They were gathered up in a single tentacle and deposited into Alastor’s large pile of earnings. “Fuck, I get now why Earth sucks ass if this is their economy!”

“Yeah…” Charlie blew hair out of her face as she nibbled on the last of the celery finger foods. She’d gone bankrupt in the fifth round, leaving Alastor and Vaggie to duke it out. Vaggie had put up a valiant fight, but Alastor simply built things faster than her and exploited every rule he knew. It had been a surprise to learn that Earth economy, mostly the Americas, is similar to Hell economy. A shame, too. Tentatively, Charlie asked, “Uhm, Vaggie, you might want to…give up? Maybe?”

The fierce headsnap to glare all her frustration at Charlie took her breath away. Damn, Vaggie was angry! She snapped, “Hell. No. I see things through to the end.”

“And on that, I forfeit!”

Charlie and Vaggie both looked at Alastor in disbelief. Vaggie was the first to recover. “What. The. FUCK? You’re giving up ? You’re a turn away from winning!”

“Yes, I am.” Alastor began gathering up the pieces and fake money. “I already have the satisfaction of having won. We all know I did. Why waste the time to grind the fact in when the stakes are so low?”

Vaggie grimaced. “The stakes are too low for you?! You’re the one that wanted to play this!”

“Yes! We did play! And now we are done.” Alastor tidied up the playing cards.

“Hnnnnn….” Vaggie’s nostrils flared. “I want a rematch.”

“For what reason?” Alastor said with an eyebrow tilt.

“Because I think I can take you.” Her eye narrowed. Then she said something that Charlie never thought she’d ever willingly offer Alastor. “What did you want to bet on the next game that would be enough to get you back into playing?”

“Oh! Oh ho! Well! Now we’re talking.” Charlie was 100% certain that Alastor had plotted this out. The laugh was more smugly successful than she would’ve expected from such a surprise. She hoped his want wasn’t something that could really get Vaggie or Charlie in trouble…if it did, Charlie would have to drag Vaggie out before her temper got her in over her head. He pretended to think before snapping his fingers. “I know!” Again, the smugness came through as he said, “I want to officially announce our engagements!”

“...what? That’s it?” Charlie didn’t understand. They weren’t really hiding it. Why make an official announcement?

“That’s all I want, my dear Vaggie. If I win, all three of us will make an official announcement! It may be the only time I would willingly be on camera!” Alastor began dealing everything back out.

“And if I win, you need to burn this game. Burn it to the ground. In a sulfur pit .”

Alastor smile widened. “It’s a bet!”

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Vaggie stared at her lone $10. Alastor was watching, waiting to see what she’d do. He prompted, “Well?”

Vaggie sighed with a lopsided frown as she gave Alastor the last of her money. “Fine. I lost.”

“ Again ,” Alastor said.

“Yes! Again!” She looked less miserable than Charlie had expected her to. “I guess we’ll have to tell everyone about this shit.”

“Language, Vaggie. Our relationship status is not ‘shit’,” Alastor said with some annoyance.

“Whatever.” Vaggie wiped the edge of her hairline. “Ugh.”

“It was going to happen eventually,” Charlie soothed Vaggie.

“Which: her losing or the announcement? Because both were, indeed, inevitable,” Alastor said as his tentacles began clearing off the table. He finished boxing up the game and slid it over to Vaggie. “Here you go! This is for you. A gift!”

Vaggie glared down at the game. “You’re giving me this ?”

“To do with as you see fit,” Alastor explained.

“‘As I see fit’, huh?” Vaggie stood up. “Welp, looks like we’re going for a walk.”

“This was very nice, Alastor!” Charlie said. It was then that she realized that her crepes had gone uneaten; the plate was still sitting on the table, full. She asked, “Was there something wrong with my crepes?”

“I was simply waiting to eat them for dessert,” Alastor said with his usual smile. “Please, don’t tarry on my behalf! I shall enjoy them later, when I’m planning out my part of our announcement.”

“Okay! I’ll give an alert to Channel 666 News,” Charlie noted.

“No, you can’t. Remember? They banned you after you tore that hag’s wig off on-air,” Vaggie said.

“Oh…right…” Charlie thought. “Who do we go to then?”

“I have an idea!” Alastor whisked himself over to them, putting an arm around both of their shoulders. Even with the massive frown on her face, Vaggie didn’t throw his arm off. Progress! “I need your lovely ladies’ help!”

“With what? Who in the world could we call that you know? You do radio!” Vaggie exclaimed.

“I know a certain group. They no longer take my calls, of course; it’s simply the nature of things. Radio and television don’t mix particularly well.”

“Who?” Charlie asked, though she was starting to get an idea of who by the comments.

“I’m sure you’ve heard of them.” He turned to Vaggie. “Vaggie, could you be a dear and make an appointment with the group for us? I believe you know them as…

“...VoxTek.”

#charlie x vaggie x alastor #bananarama is a word #chaggistor #romance #eventually anyway #hazbin hotel #charlie has two hands #asexual demiromantic alastor #asexual alastor #demiromantic alastor #slow burn

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emmagottlieb52 · 4 months

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ASOUE Inventions(used and unused)That Have Me Inspired

Original Book Series

-Grappling hook made of torn ugly clothing,a bent and broken curtain rod,and wire

-New kind of pencil sharpener

-Lockpick made from two plug prongs,a thumbtack,and soap as a lubricant

-Scratch-made telephone

-Automatic harmonica player

-Signaling device made with cloth,a fishing pole,a metal bucket,and a hairnet

-Retriever made out of chewed gum and a debarker

-Noisy shoes with metal on the heels and toes

-Staple-making device made with creamed spinach,metal rods,a toe-shaped potato,a small crab,and a fork

-A rope made of curtains,extension cords,and neckties

-Welding torches made of oven-heated fire tongs(when the heat died down,said tongs were later used as crowbars)

-New kinds of flashlights made from broom handles,rubber bands,and tin foil

-Water pitcher as a mortar-dissolver

-Wooden bench as a battering ram

-Assisted self-sustaining mobile home

-A new kind of telegram

-Strange mixing device for food

-Automatic rolling pin made of a window shade and six pairs of skates

-Intercom system with an empty soup can with a hole in it

-Rubberband trail escape device

-Escape cart made with ivy vines,roller coaster parts,and a fan belt

-Drag chute using hammocks and a multitude of stick condiments

-Wooden table used as a brake

-Climbing equipment made with fork-assisted shoes,fake fingernails,ukulele strings,and a candelabra as an ice tester

-Dirty laundry sheet drag chute

-Saltwater filtering device

-Flashlights made of tin foil,a broom handle,and rubberbands

-Cold,hard teething device made from a silver pie server and the ear from a snowman ice sculpture

Movie(used and unused)

(Used)

-A ball machine mixed with a mail slot that activates a bell

-Firefly trapper

-Headgear that can show pictures slides

-Switching device made with a coil,a car seat strap…and a Littlest Elf bobblehead

-Grappling hook made with an umbrella frame and rope

-Bed-making device that can be activated with the pull of its rope,gears,and clothespegs

(Unused…though I kinda wish they were used…)

-Stone Fetcher(four or so variants)

-Easter Egg Painter

-Wind-Driven Watering Device

-Firefly-Trapping Device

-Story-Teller Device

-Telescopic Hummingbird Observation Stabilizer

-Type-o-matic Shoe-Tying Device

-Harmonica Player(four or so variation),though

Videogame(all variations)

(GBA)

-Apple-Chucker made with a soup can,ice cream scoops,and hand-cranking technology

-Water Pump made with bellows,a gasket,an empty jam jar,and a shower head

-Parasol Glider made with yarn,parasol,and a weathervane

(PC)

-Smasher made with a fork,a jack-in-the-box,and a boot

-Lobber made with bicycle parts,an ice cream scoop,and a toy sailboat

-Bug Sprayer made with a bicycle pump,sickly perfume,and a gramophone cone

-Lockpick made with a pencil sharpener,wire hangers,and a record

-Lever Yanker made with a gavel,a bell pull rope,a clock spring,and a scale

-Reptile Retriever made with a large hoop,burlap,a long pole+handle,and a basket

-Stilts made with snowshoes,a rope,and two oars

-Grappling hook made with a parasol frame,shower curtain rings,and a spiral carpet

(Console)

-Brilliant Bopper made with a spring,a broom,an empty coffee can,and a boxing glove

-Fruit Flinger made with a funnel,a pool floatie,an electric fan*

*can be turned into a Reptile Retriever with the addition of a lawnmower bag,a screwdriver,and a garden hose

-Baby Booster made with a fire extinguisher,a bookstrap,and a pull cord

-A Goldberg device made with a bowling ball,firewood,rope,and some assistance

-Steady Stilts made with tripod legs,a piano wire,one’s own shoes,and snowshoe straps

-Levitating Loafers made with one’s shoes(ones with laces work the best),propellers,and batteries

-Lucky Lockpick made with a spool,a paintbrush,and a pair of tweezers

-Peppermint Popper made with a fishing pole,an eggbeater,and a ladle

-Horrifying Hook made with a bicycle pump,spring coil,and a gardening hook

Netflix TV

-Grandfather clock toaster

-A stone-fetching device in a box

-Grappling hook made with curtains,a pasta maker,whisks,gears,a power tool activator with a button,and a metal garden hook piece

-Gum to fix an electrical current

-Parachute made with an enormous basket,VERY long rubberbands,and Spain’s largest handkerchief

-Pickaxe machine

-Battering ram made with a noose,a wooden bench,and a hard bread loaf

-Repairs the roller coaster with a tagliatelle grande

Fanfics

-Fixed an ancestral cuckoo clock and replaced the broken pendulum with a metal rod and a gemstone in place of a weight

-Makeshift bell alarm using a metal bucket,a cord,a rope,and a wooden spoon

-Wooden shadow makers

-A rock retriever made with a milkcrate,a perambulator wheel,and typewriter remains

-Stops a conveyor belt with broken plate bits and a thrown metal pipe

Concepts

-A Kitchen Winch made of a collander,a candle chandelier,with the hearth tucked between the legs to center the user’s weight,and sometimes a small clock and an apron for additional back support,and additional wringer and collander for pasta

-A suitcase invention with a spring-loaded tripod on the bottom,a scissoring device activated to open it,inside being grandfather clock mechanism,sewing kit parts like spools and thread,tape measure,sewing machine parts,wheels,a belt drive,a jack-in-the-box spring,a fishing reel,and a crank key

My OC inventions

-A small bear trap made with broken silverware,broken glass cup pieces,and leftover metal rods tied up with a very long string

-A hooked rope out of a twisted-off hook-shape umbrella handle,a twistable bendy wire,and an old rope

-A liquid dispenser device made of syringes,an empty frosting can,hot glue,grandfather clock mechanism,a Chinese lantern cover,a horseshoe magnet with two discs attached as the handle,and plastic tubing

-A new kind of humidifier

-A multi-horned airhorn made with multiple plastic funnels,empty cans of hairspray,and an oxygen tank

-A hair-cutting made of a doorknob,cookie cutters bitten with assistance,mattress springs,hair scissors,rubberbands,egg beater blades,violin bows,and grandfather clock mechanism

-An outdoor baking stove made with parts of a refrigerator,parts of a stove,and lit fires

-A one-man band set made from:Snare drum rigs made from jewelry hooks/bands,ribbons,and old silk bands,bike horns hot-glued onto turned-over glass sundae bowls on the shoulders,a hi-hat rig made with old arcade game mechanism,a toy robot arm,the strap part of a seatbelt,and an orthopedic shoe,a harp rack for the harmonica made from bare pipe cleaners and a broken music player,a xylophone-player of metal wire and small mallets,and a bass drum rig made with bent wire

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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based on this tiktok. teehee

bff!Suna x gn!reader

A/N- my mouth is in so much pain, why did no one tell me wisdom teeth surgery would hurt so bad I need atsumu head smooches STAT-

ugly 🙄💍 bae. sugar. my darling. pls. call me and pretend it’s an emergency. i have to get tf out of here.

ugly 🙄💍 he smells like old pizza pls save me.

he could practically feel the urgency emanating through your text.

the tv show he’d been watching meant nothing to suna now as it drones in the background, his focus on your well-being (well- the drama you were involved in, anyways) and he shakes his head as he ponders your circumstance.

it wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried to warn you against going out with this sleezeball from the other team who gave you his number at the last game; suna had told you, repeatedly, that jerks from that school were nothing but trouble.

but naturally, your stubborn ass didn’t believe him.

and he wanted, briefly, to leave you there to suffer the consequences of your actions, you’d forgive him in time- but he also knew of his scarily stoic captain’s deep rooted crush for you, and he was not about to get on his shit list for “abandoning” you.

ugh.

SENT: how bad is it?

ugly 🙄💍 i asked for steak. And he said that i should get the salad.

SENT: EW.

VETO.

send me ur location. im scooping

pls punch him for me.

ill call

he doesn’t wait longer to toe on some shoes and grab the keys to his beat up old car, calling a quick “mom! I’ll be back!” and heading out into the chill of night, being your knight in shining armor in sweat pants tucked inside of his socks, and slides to adorn his feet.

the engine sputters to life, and as soon as he’s backed out of the driveway, he quickly dials in your phone number, clearing his throat as he allows the monotonous dial tone ring in his ear.

there’s a click, and he instantly fakes hyperventilating that actually hurts his chest to do. “Rin, I’m on my date, can I call-“

“HE TOOK THE CAT!” He blubbers, slowly coming to a red light. He hears you gasp, though he knows from the shakiness of your breath that you’re trying not to laugh. “What- w-who!”

“Shinsuke!” He wails, knowing his volume probably is hurting your own head. He wants to laugh, he hasn’t ever looked at his captain that way- he makes a mental note to never let his first name slip so casually from his lips again- let alone be romantically involved with him. But, when inspiration strikes, Suna knew to answer. “I-I-I came home and he had that BITCH ex of his bent over the couch, I told him to l-l-leave and I drove around to calm down, and when I came b-back, he took my CAT!”

he hopes the complete ridiculousness of his story is working to his benefit.

“Rin, I will be over when I’m done, I promise, please calm down-“

“WAFFLE!” He shrieks, adding a couple of obnoxious sniffles and wails to accompany his fake grief. “HE TOOK MY BABY!” Around his theatrics, he hears you whisper something along the lines of “are you sure?” and “I’m so sorry,” and he can only assume that your plan worked, and you are now free from this hell of a date. “Okay rinnie, can you pick me up? Then we’ll go find Waffle, my location is- oh my god I can’t believe that fucking worked.”

the relief in your voice and your choice of words makes him stop his fake crying and cackle along with you, making snide comments about how bad the date went and how he “told you so!” to stay away from the creature you had gone on the date with.

“I’m here dumbass, hang up and get in the car,” he snickers, hanging up first and unlocking his car to allow you to slip into the passenger seat. you look good, too good to be going out with trash from another school, but the exhaustion under your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed.

“were you crying?” he asks with an amused lilt in his voice- even if the idea of you crying while waiting for him makes him feel sick to his stomach.

“Shut up,” you snort. “I was just worried about waffle.”

it makes you both fall back into a fit of laughter, and, sure, you’re both going to hell for lying on Kita Shinsuke’s perfect name, but Rin is almost positive Mr. Perfect will learn to accept that it was for your benefit.

“C’mon, I was supposed to meet the twins for McDicks, you’re coming,” he says flatly, leaving no room for discussion.

“Rin, I’m severely overdressed-“

“It’ll give Tsumu somethin’ to stare at while Samu and I steal his nuggets.”

“You steal his nuggets?”

“Hey, you’re my best friend- you enchant my teammates, I exploit that for self-gain.”

#wrote on mobile so idk if the ‘text’ lines up PFFFF-#my first Suna piece omg #bless him #suna rintaro #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x gn!reader #suna rintaro x reader fluff #suna rintaro imagine #suna rintaro haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine

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writteninkat · 3 years

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Switched | Itadori Yuji x reader x Sukuna

summary: fucking yuji means a passionate night until sukuna decides to be an asshole and switches with your boyfriend half way through sex.

F!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: 18+, name calling

author's note: i've been thinking of this since i last closed the app and i knew i just had to write it

You've been horny all night.

Your boyfriend, Itadori Yuji, is wearing a simple plain white dress shirt which he folded up right below his elbows. He has two buttons undone and the shirt is tucked in black dress pants, his long legs causing for his ankles to show right above the black boat shoes he has on his feet.

He finished the look with a white silver watch on his left wrsit. Honestly? You could feel your cunt already dripping just by the way your boyfriend looked while the two of you were still at the apartment.

As the group; Nobara, Gojo, Nanami and Yuji sang happy birthday for Megumi, you're busy rubbing your thighs together, proving for the action to be a bit more difficult than it actually is when you're seated.

Megumi blows his candles and everyone cheers, clapping their hands as they begin to dig into the food. You try distracting yourself, scooping in a few scoops of food on your plate but it is all for naught when Yuji leans over, giving you a chance to get a whiff of his cologne.

A strong strawberry scent with a little bit of sweet vanilla and a hint of bold wood. The scent doesn't smell like it goes everywhere at all- it all smells so good together. Yuji uses his chopsticks to place some strips of beef on your food, your gaze immediately on his forearm- veins feintly protruding from under his light skin. The silver around his wrist doesn't help at all and it makes you feel as if you are this horny teenager again.

"Eat up." Yuji smiles, his eyes smiling with him. You force your lips to stretch, sending him a big smile back before eating your food, deciding to forget all about your thoughts by stuffing food in your mouth.

It works.

Well, more or less. You haven't had a single dirty thought about your boyfriend ever since uou began eating, and now Nobara is currently singing her heart off as Gojo and the birthday boy himself are dozing side by side on the end of the couch. Nanami is busying himself by sipping on his drink, a smile feint on his lips as he watches and listens to Nobara sing, looking like how a proud father would.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, doesn't look too good.

"You okay, babe?" You ask, leaning in to squeeze his forearm softly. He snaps out what seems to be in a caging gaze he was in, looking at you. Yuji smiles, hand fluing on yours to give it a good, reassuring squeeze. "I'm good, baby. Just a little tired, I guess."

You furrow your brows, definitely not buying his lies. "Just tell me. The faster you tell me the faster we can solve the problem." You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Yuji's eyes slowly and uncontrollably begin traveling down your chest, gaze glossing over your evident cleavage, moving again even much lower, his eyes taking note of how the black dress you're wearing is hugging every curve on your body perfectly.

Yuji leans in, his strong cologne scent causing the butterflies in your stomsch to go insane. "That dress has been driving me crazy the whole night." Your boyfriend's hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, casuing goosebumps to rise all over your body. "Take it off for me, please?"

You breath in a deep and shaky breath, closing your eyes to try and convince yourself not to strip naked in front of your friends and teachers right here on the spot. You stand up abruptly, catching Nanami's attention.

"We gotta go, Yuji has a really bad stomach ache." The corners of your mouth pull down into a fake frown which Nanami buys, nodding his head and waving the both of you off. You take Yuji's hand and pull him out of the Kareoke room, your heels loud as you stomp your way out of the building and to the parking lot.

As you find your car, you pull the front seat's door open only for it to be closed shut again by your boufriend. Yuji pulls you closer by your waist, making you can feel how hard he is inside his pants.

"We're not doing it here."

"My car's windows are tinted." He bites on your ear.

You keep telling yourself not to do it, to just wait until the both of you gets home but Itadori jr. seems to be having other plans for tonight. You sigh, walking over to the back door and pulling it open. As soon as you bend over to get in, Yuji pushes you and slams the door behind him.

The cold winter nights of Japan has the interior of the car all cool and comfortable. Yuji spins you around by your waist, running both of his hands on either sides of your waist. He breathes out deeply, eyes scanning hungrily over your form. His hands begin to make their way down your thighs, he leans in to give you a soft peck on the lips. Yuji looks into your eyes at first before leaning back in to envelope you into a deep kiss, his tongue skillfully brushing and sliding against yours as he sucks on it softly. His breathing his ragged as he feels your body all over, your legs instinctively opening and moving up his hips. Yuji presses his hard member against your clothed cunt, grinding on it for some kind of friction before pulling away when he feels just how soaked you are down there.

He reaches a hand under your dress, pressing two fingers on your wet cunt making you mewl. You've been holding it in for too long and now you're just very sensitive. The corner of his mouth twitches up, "Have you been wet for me the entire night, baby?"

You don't trust your voice, you can't. You know it'll sound needier than you actually are, you know it'll set Yuji off to start teasing you, so you nod your head, your face contorting as you feel him slip a finger between your folds.

He leans forward, hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. Yuji's warm tongue runs up the skin once, twice- he's adding another digit into your wet hole and you almost cum at the spot when he nibbles on your soft skin.

"I'll take very good care of you tonight." He presses his soft lips on the nibbled part of the skin, slowly trailing kisses up to your cheek and finally back onto your lips.

You couldn't think straight- your head was full of the boy. You absolutely loved about him; his strawberry pink hair, when he smiles with his eyes, how he can never go through a day without cuddling you at least once, how he does his best to give you anything you want, how he's one of your biggest inspirations in life. This boy- no, this man is someone you can imagine waiting for you at the end of the isle, hot tears streaming down his face as he waits for you at the end of the path, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on- yes, even more beautiful than Jennifer Laurence.

Aoi would be right beside him, rubbing a hand on his back as he tries to soothe his best friend's sobs.

You snap out of your daze when you notice your boyfriend looking deeply into your eyes, a soft blush caressing his cheeks as he studies your face ever so lovingly. "I love you." You tell him.

His blush darkens as he leans into you, pressing his lips once again on yours. "I love you too." You feel the head of his cock press against your entrance for a bit before entering you completely.

You let out a soft whine, arching your back as your lips are trapped between your teeth. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of your boyfriend slowly pushing his entire length inside you, getting you feeling so full of him. "Yuji..." Your voice sounds so lewd, so needy and whiny for him that the sound of it makes you blush. You feel him stop moving once he's inside you fully, and at first you think he's letting you adjust to his size. That is, until he pulls his head back and your gaze falls onto the black lines all over his face. The soft look that once inherited your boyfriend's face is now replaced by a smug, cocky one. He has a smirk on that tells you to push him off and quickly get out of the car- but why don't you?

Instead, you feel yourself clenching around him even more. The look on his face has you dripping wet, your nipples hardening underneath your dress and the butterflied in your stomach going crazy as ever.

"Can't believe that little boy would keep you all to himself." His voice isn't Yuji's- no. It's much deeper, darker, more dangerous. He looks down at your apalled expression, his smirk growing even bigger. He leans over, pushing your legs up to your chest and forcing you down into a mating press. "What's my name, princess?"

You can feel your heart beating rapidly against your chest, your breathing shaky and your head clouded. Without even thinking about it, your mouth moves on their own and out comes your whimpering voice.

"Sukuna."

The curse pulls away with a wide grin, pulling his hips out before thrusting his cock inside you again, the tip of his cock hitting the same spot as it did before. Sukuna's hips are relentlessly thrusting inside you, abusing your needy hole as you moan loudly for more.

His hand finds its way to your boob and you feel something hot and wet lap itself over your hardened nipple. You look down to see the mouth on his hand grinning cockily like him. It wraps itself around your nipple, sucking on the bud and biting on it softly making your eyes rolls back to your head.

You feel something coil up inside your stomach, your mouth opening as you feel yourself slowly reach your high. "I-I'm so, fucking, clo-" Sukuna thrusts his hips hardly once, causing your toes to curl and your body to shake as you move your hips to ride out your orgasm. Heavy breaths fill the car as your legs grow limp on either side of his body and your eyelids become heavier.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Sukuna squeezes your cheeks, making your eyelids lift open. He hooks his arm around your back, pulling you along with him as he sits up.

Your eyes widen and back arches when you feel electricity run up your spine. Sukuna lifts a brow, his hands on either side of your hips, preventing you from lifting them. "Too full!" You whimper out, tears forming on the corners of your eyes as you swallow a large lump down your throat.

"Hah?" He tilts his head to the side, "But I haven't even came yet." You feel him roll his hips once, but it was all it took to have you digging your nails on his shoulders. "I'll pull out when I cum. But for now," He lowers his head to take your nipple by his mouth, his fingers pinching and playing with the other one. ",focus on making me feel good, princess."

Your eyes clench shut asbyou focus on the feeling of his hard member inside your dripping cunt. You move your hips once, you feel goosebumps all over your body. You move your hips a second time and you're wanting to feel that same friction again. You move your hips a third and you're letting your desires take over.

You hump on Sukuna's cock sloppily and roughly, the car is shaking. Sukuna let's out soft groans and moans, the constant "love feeling your cunt around my cock like this" whispered and growled into your ear. His eyes travel down to your chest, eyes gleaming when he sees your boobs bouncing in sync with everytime you hump on him.

When he looks back at you, all his other sense go numb. The sight of you with your tongue out your mouth, you drool dripping down your tongue, your face flushed and your eyes crossed together at the feeling of it being so good has him gripping on your hips tightly. "You're a fucking slut, aren't ya?" He begins thrusting himself inside you and you moan loudly, your toes curling at the feeling of his sac slapping against your skin. "Aren't ya?!" He yells and all you could do is whimper as you nod your head. He's fucking you so dumb you couldn't form coherent words.

He rolls his hips as he thrusts them, making sure you feel every single inch of him inside you. Your moans are in sync with his thrusts, feeling your breath being knocked out of your system with every thrust the curse does.

Your hand flies up your mouth, trying to surpress the loud moans that keep slipping out of your lips but Sukuna wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away.

"Scream for me, come on princess. Let him know who's fucking you so good right now." His voice is low and deep, it drives you to the edge, almost pushing you off. "Wh-who? Who's him?" You ask, forcing your eyes to open as you look down at Sukuna- your eyebrows raise in surprise at the sight of the black lines on your boyfriend's face gone.

Yuji looks up at you with eyes holding such lust. He has a straight expression on as he looks into your eyes, kind of hypnotising you as he thrusts into you, leading the both of you to your highs.

"Wh-what happened to Sukuna-"

"Why are you looking for him." Yuji's voice is covered in coldness. He combs his fingers on the back of your head and throughyour hair, curling them into a fist as he pulls on your hair. "He's not the one fucking you right now, I am." His thrusts start becoming more aggressive, hinting at you that he's already close.

"You'll cum around my cock a second time and you'll be moaning my name out as loud as you can. Got it?" Yuji growls onto your neck. His other hand grabs onto your hip and begins thrusting into you faster than before. You feel something snap inside you, your orgasm causing your toes to curl and your fingernails to be dug onto your boyfriend's skin. "Y-Yuji!" Your hips shake as you begin rolling them around, riding out your orgasm.

"That's not my name right now, princess." You look back down only to feel your heart drop at the sight of the black lines all over his face. "S-S-Sukuna! Sukuna!" You moan out, your chest rising and falling exceptionally. You hear him chuckle before feeling him pull out, shooting his hot seed all over your naked cunt.

You look back up, checking to see who's who right now. You smile when you see it's your boyfriend. You press your forehead on his shoulder as you try to calm yourself down. You feel his arms wrap themselves around you as the two of you bask in each other's presence.

"You gotta stop doing that, it fucks up with my brain." You mumble onto his chest which only leaves you with a lighthearted chuckle. "But Sukuna says he doesn't want to be left out."

"Whatever, Sukuna can go fuck off." You mumble sleepily.

"Why don't you fuck me yourself, princess?" A deeper and much darker voice speaks up and you curse yourself mentally.

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The Wrong Idea | Lee Bodecker x reader

summary: you weren’t exactly a rebel in the eyes of the law, but that didn’t mean you cared for the corrupt, alcoholic town sheriff. and that certainly didn’t mean you would care at all for him marrying your mother. if only you’d known how much worse it could get...

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warnings: smut!! (heavy dubcon/noncon), age gap (reader is 19), stepcest, loss of virginity, pain kink, creampie kink, infidelity, degradation, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, choking, slapping, daddy kink, authority kink, subtle ddlg themes?, reader’s mom being toxic af

You’d never cared for the Sheriff. Even you, being generally a well-behaved young woman, thought he was a little too intense and a little too corrupt. Up until now, you’d assumed your mother agreed with you on that, because she never protested to your complaints about Sheriff Bodecker and his ‘fascist reign of terror’ as you called it. Apparently that was a poor assumption, though.

“You… what?!”

“I never told you we were seein’ each other because I knew you had your childish rebellion against him and his police force,” your mother explained with a demeaning eyeroll. “But now that we’re engaged, I can’t hide it anymore.”

“How long has this been going on?” you asked quietly, still in shock at what you were hearing— and unable to take your eyes off of the sparkling diamond wrapped around her finger.

“Oh, I’d say… about two months now,” she decided.

“Two—” you stopped and started over, so bewildered that you couldn’t finish your original sentence. “You’re engaged after two months?”

“Don’t make that face at me, you look so ugly when you scowl like that,” she frowned. Of course, she could never miss an opportunity to nag you. “He’s a respectable man, and he treats me well. The wedding is in three weeks— and he’s generous enough to let you live with us after that. Says there’s a spare bedroom for you in his house.”

“His… his house…” you slurred, suddenly feeling light-headed. “I’m… we’re moving…?”

“Yes, honey, and with your work ethic it’ll take you the whole three weeks to pack up, so you should start now,” she informed you with that cruel, fake smile of hers.

She walked away as you sat down on the couch, staring off into space, trying to comprehend what you just heard. It’s not like you thought your mother was flawless or anything, or that you and her had a perfect relationship, but you thought she would’ve been a little more… gentle about all this. She could do better than him anyways! But she didn’t care about that, only money and status. You could almost laugh at her small-mindedness to think the Sheriff of a nothing-town like Knockemstiff was actually plentiful in either of those things, but right now you couldn’t laugh. You couldn’t even cry as you packed your things and said goodbye to the home you’d known your whole life. You were just numb.

You couldn’t look him in the eye when you arrived at his house, duffel bags in hand and shoes stained with the dry red dirt of summer. It was nicer than your old place, and if it were anyone else’s you’d say it had charm, but everything was tainted because you knew it was his. You could sort of tell that this had been his bachelor pad for a while, but it had a half-assed attempt at hominess with the rug in the living room and a centerpiece on the kitchen table. He even had a TV, presumably funded by bribes and all his other nefarious dealings— meaning you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to watch it.

“Nice to meet ya, properly,” Lee greeted, though his monotone didn’t come across as particularly impassioned.

“Thank you, Sheriff,” you mumbled quickly, hoping to get this conversation over with.

“You don’t have to call me Sheriff anymore, you know. Not in the house, at least.”

You nodded but said nothing, following him as he motioned for you and moved into the hallway. You trailed behind him, noticing the eerie lack of any personal effects on the walls (no family photos, apparently, and not much of a family to photograph in the first place from what you’d heard), and stopped when he reached the door at the end.

“This is your room,” Lee informed you stiffly. Opening the door, you were horrified by the assault on your eyes of pink. Pink everything: pink wallpaper, a pink fuzzy quilt, pink bedframe. There were even assorted stuffed animals on the bed, disturbingly enough.

“When my mother told you she had a daughter, did she not mention that I was grown?”

“You may be nineteen, honey, but you’re nowhere near grown,” he scowled. “She didn’t tell me she had a daughter until two days before the weddin’. This is what I managed to... improvise, since then.”

You almost had sympathy for him, just in that you two were both victims of your mother’s eccentricity. Almost.

“Must’ve inherited your expensive taste from your ma,” he frowned. “Sorry, princess—” the nickname made his lips curl like the word itself tasted sour— “but this’ll have to do.”

“Oh, I’m nothing like her,” you sneered back, “cause I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole.”

“What are you two chatting about?” your mother’s voice called from the kitchen.

Both of you answered at the same time: “Nothing!”

With a grimace, you dragged your bag into the room and shut the door in his face. It was those little acts of rebellion that had to tide you over. You weren’t audacious enough to do anything actually cruel, or illegal, but you weren’t going to make this any easier for him.

At first it was just refusing to leave your room. That worked for a week, until you realized you were going to starve to death. So then the only times you saw him were at the dinner table, which you made into a protest by pretending he didn’t exist and refusing to answer his questions. You occasionally relented when he asked you to pass something from your side of the table, but you never looked at him while you did it.

He didn’t seem angry or sad about your determination to avoid him, if anything it seemed like he was happy to pretend you weren’t there either. And that should’ve made it easier, but for some reason it bothered you even more. You realized that maybe his attention did matter to you, even though it was negative attention that you were hoping to inspire, but you knew that was ridiculous and you tried to fight it. Still, for all your plans to never see him, you sure did think about him a lot. You thought about where he might be, so you could be somewhere else. You thought about what he must be doing at work, and how he was probably continuing to be a nasty mean drunk as frequently as possible. You wondered if he and your mother were making love just across the house, although you were lucky enough to never hear anything. Just knowing that could be happening made you feel sick, even though you realized it was none of your business.

You sometimes found yourself listening for it at night, just in case.

Your mother had decided to spend her new husband’s money on a trip, but the man himself couldn’t tag along— too much work to do, apparently. The prospect of being left alone with him was nightmare fuel, but you didn’t even try to ask her to stay… you knew she wouldn’t listen. She’d been totally absorbed in her own world since the wedding, seeming to be very fulfilled by the social role of ‘Sheriff’s wife’ to the point that she had lost all interest in her former position as ‘your mom’.

There was a balance to the silence with her gone, though. You avoided him, he avoided you; it was a tense truce, but a survivable one. At least without her, nobody was going to try to make you two get along. Friday night was different, though. This time when he came home from work, you knew you were stuck with him until Monday morning. That thought made you realize that you needed to get out and you didn’t care if you weren’t dressed for it. It was hot, and it was just a walk so nobody was going to see you in this miniskirt anyway, right?

Too bad Lee was sitting on the couch, still in his uniform, not giving you any mind but likely to harass you before you could make it outside. You figured if you just walked casually enough, he wouldn’t even notice, so you made your way towards the door.

“You’re not going out like that,” he announced suddenly, seemingly without even looking up from his newspaper.

“Says who?” you deflected quickly with a raised brow. It wasn’t that you wanted to pick a fight, but you just couldn’t understand why he would even care what you were wearing.

“Says the guy who doesn’t want you to give all the neighborhood boys the wrong idea.”

“What idea?!” you asked, crossing your arms. He shot you a look, quickly raking in your body and outfit which made you feel more observed than you cared for.

“The idea that you’re a slut,” he explained coldly.

You gulped at his words but tried to keep a poker face. You didn’t let it get this far just to give up. You were so sick of his shit; what made him think he could boss you around when he’d never even tried to get to know you?

“What makes you assume that’s the wrong idea?” you shot back, fighting the nervousness in your voice.

You hadn’t expected him to stand up instantly, the coffee table wobbling a bit when his knee bumped into it.

“The fuck did you say?” he hissed.

With his teeth bared at you he looked like a predator, and you felt like small, helpless prey. You tried to muster some of your former confidence, but everything came out shaky and weak. “I— I said that maybe it’s not the wrong ide—”

He pounced, crossing the room and slamming you back against the wall, a hand at each shoulder; you instantly cowered, shrinking back and turning your face away from him as far as you could. You never thought he’d put his hands on you like this. Your heart was pounding so loudly that you were surprised you could hear his hoarse whisper.

“Watch your tone with me. I’m not kidding around.”

“I’m an adult,” you weakly fought back, “I can do what I want.”

“Not in my fuckin’ house you can’t!” he bellowed.

For some reason, it all hit you at once. All the emotions you’d been suppressing since your mother had gotten engaged— all the anger and fear and betrayal and indignation, they came bubbling up before you could stop them.

“I don’t even want to be in your ugly fucking house!” you cried in response. “I don’t wanna be anywhere near you! You’re a fascist and a tyrant and a pig!”

You expected him to get more aggressive but he suddenly stilled. It was the scariest anger, that outwardly-calm type that made your blood go cold.

“Go to your room.”

You didn’t question it, turning to walk away (any excuse to get away from him, right?), but you didn’t expect him to follow you in and shut the door behind the both of you.

You were paralyzed with fear as he stepped past you and sat on your bed. It was sort of strange as you realized you’d never seen him in your room before. He stood out against the somewhat childish decorations, but you were in no mood to appreciate the humor of the situation as he patted his knee.

“Lay across my lap. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

He couldn’t possibly be doing what I think he’s doing, could he? you wondered to yourself, but did as he asked. You realized you’d never been so close to him before, the warmth of his body radiating through his clothes. He smelled like cologne and booze, although you didn’t think he’d actually had much to drink yet today— at least compared to his normal habits. It was almost worse to think that he wasn’t acting on drunkenness now.

“It’s prob’ly too late for it, but you are in serious need of discipline, young lady.”

You had no idea what he was talking about, but your body reacted to it differently than you expected.

His fingers slipped between the top of your skirt and your skin, having to pull pretty hard to get it down due to how tight it was. You bit your lip and hoped he wouldn’t notice your arousal, but as your pussy was exposed, you could feel the breeze from the ceiling fan and you knew you were undeniably wet. You didn’t know why, but you were.

“Count them for me,” he instructed coldly and before you could ask what you were counting, he brought his hand down firmly. You felt his wedding ring in the slap and it made you feel a little sick.

“O-one,” you stammered.

He delivered four more, alternating cheeks, and you tried not to react with visible pain. But as the intensity increased, you realized that not reacting might’ve actually been making it worse. Either way, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying out when the eighth made your whole body lurch forward from the force.

“Eight!” you squealed, but both of you noticed the way you pushed your hips forward. Unintentional as it may have been, you were trying to rub yourself on his thigh, desperate to be touched where it felt like all the energy of your body had focused. You were sure you’d never been so horny before, and now your clit was nearly throbbing. What the fuck is wrong with me?!

He quickly delivered the final two slaps before grabbing your neck, hoisting you up until you were on your knees before him. He examined your face closely and you tried to keep your lip from shaking.

“You’re worse than I thought,” he hissed. “You are in dire need of a punishment. You should thank me for going so easy on you so far.”

You realized when his grip on your jaw tightened that he was being literal. “Thank you, for going easy on me…”

“Where’d that fire go, huh? Guess you’re all talk,” he laughed.

He roughly shoved his fingers into your mouth, moaning lowly as your tongue rubbed against the pads of his fingers. “This fuckin’ mouth. You just don’t know when to keep it shut, do you? Come on baby, open up. I’ve got a better use for it than your fuckin’ disrespectful attitude.”

He used his free hand to work on his belt right in front of your face, and your eyes went wide.

“Don’t act so surprised sweetheart,” he said with a hint of irritation, “this is exactly what you’re asking for.”

You gasped a bit when his cock was freed from his trousers, springing up and already red at the tip. You’d never seen one this close before and it was intimidating in every way.

“Like what you see? You’re so wet for it,” he purred. You tried to speak but words abandoned you.

It was all a blur as he held your mouth open and shoved his cock inside— it tasted like skin and salt, and the size made your chapped lips crack until you worried they would bleed. His moans were deep and gravelly, making your skin break out into goosebumps as he pumped smoothly into your pliant mouth. He slapped your face a few times, not quite hard but plenty strong enough to make it sting. You winced with each impact, the tears which had welled from your gagging finally falling down and dripping from your chin.

“Suck on it, princess, like a popsicle… fuck yeah, like that,” he groaned, and your mind resisted obeying him but your body was completely at his mercy. “Aw baby, ya look so good chokin’ on my cock. Is that what you were gonna go do in this slutty little outfit you’ve got on?”

You tried to shake your head but he was holding you down, not even giving you a chance to breathe. His protruding stomach rubbed against your forehead when his cock was this deep in your throat, and the disgust and fear somehow made your arousal stronger.

He let you go, finally, and you pulled back with a gasp and a cough. You weren’t given much reprieve, though, as he started to tug at your blouse as well.

“No, wait,” you whimpered, weakly trying to bat his hands away.

“Wait? I think I’ve been waiting long enough,” he growled. “Your ma’s a fuckin’ tease, hasn’t touched me since I got her that ugly fuckin’ ring. Let’s hope you learn from her mistakes.”

Your blouse was torn open and tossed aside, leaving you only in the pulled-up skirt and your bra. Reaching up to cover yourself, you were discouraged by the shockingly-gentle brush of his hands.

“Don’t cover yourself, sweetheart, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured. His gaze made you feel hot all over, and it wasn’t just because of the summer weather outside. “Nobody ever looked at ya before?”

You shook your head, looking down at the floor. A finger under your chin guided you to look up at him.

“Nobody ever touched ya before?” he pressed, his stare boring into you. You shook your head again. “Fuck,” he whispered, but then he started to smile proudly. “Knew you were a good girl, princess, you just didn’t wanna act like one for some reason. You gonna be good for me now?”

You nodded weakly, swallowing as you tried to comprehend what was happening.

“Then I’ll be good to you, too,” he promised darkly, a shimmer in his eyes that made you throb between your thighs. “Come get on the bed, pretty girl.”

You almost resisted, but it was your need driving you now, not your mind. You had been waiting too long to let a boy touch you, and now that a man had touched you, you felt all kinds of wrong and yet craved more. Before you had even finished sitting down beside him, he was slipping off your bra and pushing you back onto the quilt.

“Sheriff!” you yelped instinctively, a little disoriented as he started to climb on top of you.

He chuckled, clearly amused by your unexpected appeal to authority. “Wanna know a secret, sweetheart? Wanna know the real reason I said you didn’t have to call me that anymore?” He leaned down, his breath hot and moist against your neck when he spoke: “Because it made me so fuckin’ hard when you said it.”

He pressed his cock, still wet with your spit, against your thigh; maybe just for emphasis, a reminder that he was still hard and wasn’t anywhere near done with you.

“What are you gonna do to me…?” you asked weakly, your voice so wavering and broken that you cringed just hearing it.

“Just gonna make you feel good, princess,” he smiled, and before you could ask what that would entail, he was groping your tits in his large, calloused hands. A low groan echoed in his chest, and you tried not to squirm as he teased your nipples between his fingers. They were already hardening from the moment he’d touched you, but somehow it was getting even worse when he played with them, watching your face and surely seeing the shame you wore there.

His hands trailed lower, rubbing your waist, your thighs… you found yourself anticipating that he’d remove your panties, so much so that when he did, you quickly lifted your hips to help him slide them off. You couldn’t believe how easily you were letting him do this to you.

“I can tell how much you want it,” he taunted lowly as the fabric slid down your legs and was tossed to the floor. “I can smell how much you want it.” He growled a little before diving in, licking a thick stripe through your folds and taking a moment right at the end to tickle your clit with his tongue. “So fuckin’ sweet, princess; I knew you would be,” he praised. You were forced to wonder how long he’d been thinking about this.

The noises were beyond obscene and you felt your face burning— but there was a burning in your gut, too, and shooting down your legs. You’d never felt like this before (being a very good girl who never even touched herself), but you knew that if he didn’t stop, you would come. And you really, really wanted to come.

Everytime he put pressure on your clit, your leg quivered involuntarily. It was nearly too much, the sensation so powerful it almost hurt, but he pushed you right to the edge without knocking you off.

“Please,” you found yourself begging before you could stop it, “please, Sheriff—”

“I’m not your Sheriff anymore, sweetheart,” he informed you gruffly, popping up from between your legs with the entire bottom half of his face covered in your arousal, “I’m your daddy now. Go on and beg your daddy to fuck you.”

Eyes shot wide open, you stared back at him in bewilderment. Rage flashed in his eyes, and he snarled as his hand suddenly wrapped around your neck, tightening and choking you.

“You heard me,” he groaned through his teeth. “Beg me. To fuck you.”

“Daddy,” you stammered, hoarsely fighting to speak through the pressure on your throat, “fuck me, please.”

He slammed his cock into you and you nearly screamed. It burned and you instinctively tried to crawl away but, of course, his weight on top of you made it impossible.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned. He laid down on top of you entirely then, slipping his arms under your torso and holding you tightly.

Each thrust made you feel like you had reached your limits, as if you couldn’t be stretched further which was probably true. And yet, in spite of it (or worse, because of it), you found yourself moaning and writhing under him, even arching your back to make his movements smoother. He laughed a little as he bit at the shell of your ear.

“You love it, baby,” he moaned, “you love my cock.”

You couldn’t respond, just sob as you clutched at the shirt still on his back, your jaw tight as you tried to bear the pain.

“It’s not always gonna hurt like this,” he promised between heavy breaths, “s’gonna feel good soon. Gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good, pretty girl.”

Truthfully, you weren’t sure if that meant that this would happen again or not. At the moment, you were incapable of thinking that far ahead, too focused on the way the sting of the stretch was melting away and morphing into such powerful pleasure that you couldn’t even see straight.

He kissed you, and only then did the weight of it hit you. Who he was, what he was doing, what you were doing… it had been distant and vague before, but something about his tongue inside your mouth made you remember that the metal digging into your back was his ring; that the lips on yours were sworn to somebody else— and at that, the one exact person that made this so fundamentally wrong.

Tears welled in your eyes, gentle sobs shaking your chest.

“Don’t cry, baby,” he whispered, pulling back and kissing your tears away, “feels good, don’t it? Feels good when daddy fucks you?”

You knew speaking would only make you cry more, so you only nodded your head shamefully.

“That’s my good girl,” he moaned as he fucked you deeper, harder, rougher. Your fingers held onto the back of his neck, running through his hair and pulling him closer. He kept mumbling praises but they fell on deaf ears, pleasure clouding your mind and making every hair on your body stand upright. He didn’t stop as he reached down between your bodies and laid his hand over your stomach, growling with satisfaction at what he found there.

“I can feel me inside ya,” he grinned. “Feel that, sweetheart? Feel how deep I am in your wet little cunt?”

When you didn’t answer, you got a quick slap to the face. “Yes,” you replied quickly, “yes, I— I feel it.”

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, biting you there until you nearly screamed. You couldn’t figure out why something so objectively painful only pushed you closer to your peak, making every spot inside you more sensitive, but somehow it did.

“Gonna come, pretty girl? Want daddy to fill you up?” he groaned against your ear, pushing down on your stomach even harder.

“Yes, daddy!” you sobbed. “Please!”

“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me,” he hissed, “don’t fuckin’ stop. Keep milkin’ my cock and m’gonna fill ya up so good, princess…”

You couldn’t stop even if you tried— your orgasm hit you in powerful waves, your head falling back as your walls clenched involuntarily (as did your fingers and toes, so hard that your nail tore the sheets a little bit, which you wouldn’t notice until the next day). He grunted as he came, pumping into you with each thrust until you felt more full than you ever had before, in a way you could never describe.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, him catching his breath and you losing yours as his weight threatened to crush you. “Fuck,” he groaned as he sat up and pulled out. He grabbed your legs and held them up for you, staring at your abused pussy and making you feel uncomfortably observed.

“Push it out for me, wanna see my come leak outta ya,” he purred, moaning a little when you did as he asked. It felt even hotter as it gushed out of you, and you mindlessly bit your lip. He tucked his softening cock back into his trousers, rezipping them and buckling his belt. “We’d better get ya cleaned up, huh princess?”

The bathroom wasn’t far, so he carried you, setting you down to stand on your own as he started to draw a bath. You watched him, although you weren’t really watching him so much as staring into the void of space that happened to be in his general direction. You were so out of it that you didn’t even register when he turned around and smiled at you with an air of pride.

“You look so good like this.”

It pulled you out of your trance, though you had to ask him to repeat himself with a mumbled “huh?”

“I said you look good like this,” he explained, stepping closer. “Fucked out, braindead, just my empty-headed fucktoy.”

“I… I don’t…” you began to disagree.

He used your jaw to turn your face to the mirror, and you gasped when you saw yourself: your hair was a mess; your whole face was red, especially your eyes and nose from crying, but plenty on your cheeks where he’d slapped you; your lips were swollen and slick; bruises were already forming on your arms where he’d grabbed you, and along your neck and shoulders where he had bitten you.

His form dwarfed yours as he stood behind you, looking at your reflection with a smile.

“Look at us,” he announced wistfully, “one big happy family, huh?”

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