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lala1267 · 9 months

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Is it wrong (Part 5)

Summary: literally just cilla arguing and Elvis finding out what cilla did to Lolita.

Notes: This chapter is fucking boring since I spent like 20 mins on this or whatever. (It's really short) I've had no motivation to write recently, sorry guys. Make sure to read the note at the end and let me know ur opinions xoxo.

Little Lolita was shaken by Elvis's sudden return. He did tell her, but the note fell into the wrong hands.

Downstairs

Priscilla looked at Elvis with a cold menacing look. Her eyes shot at him like lazer beams as she stood there with her fists balled and arms aggressively crossed over her chest that was violently heaving up and down. Elvis hugged and kissed Lisa lovingly as the most sweetest chuckles escaped his used lips. The way his cheeks defined and his hair hung made a light enter Priscilla's body. But she was not going to let it seep into her grey heart. Elvis put Lisa down and watched her run upstairs to Lolita. Elvis held his arms out wide as if he were waiting for his hug from Prsicilla. She just stood there with that stupid bitchy face of hers. Her pink lips pouted, and her brows furrowed. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Elvis lowered his long arms to his side. His face downturned, and his smile faded into a glum frown. He walked over to her before hugging her and caressing her.

"Oh, what's up, baby? What's the biggie?"

He questions as he eagerly hugs her. She wedges her small arms in between hers and Elvis's chest and pushes him away harshly. She looked up at him, her foxy eyes and her black hair making her look a lot more ghostly. Elvis tipped his head sidwards and raised his arms.

"What's wrong now? Don't be like this, I've only just come home."

His tone was now more stern and serious. His face was now more serious. He stared into Priscilla's moon-drunk, haunted, peirced soul. Her once royal blue eyes were like a dark night in a cemetery. The anger and sadness bubbled inside of her like a boiling kettle that whistled like a loud siren warning. Priscilla's lungs squeezed tight as she took a deep breath of the dense air that filled the room.

"You can have your wedding ring back. It will come in handy for your "Little Lolita. ""

She said in an annoying sarcastic voice as she slipped the diamond ring off her ring finger. Elvis's face contorted, and his hands jolted.

"What are you talking about?"

Elvis asked as his face turned a light shade of cherry red.

"You know exactly what I mean. Come on, sending fucking letters in the evening? You could have at least been more sneaky. You're a stupid man, stupid."

She shook her head in disappointment as she bit back her nasty tongue. She threw the ring hard at the core of Elvis chest.

"Oh, baby, i-i can explain."

He says before swallowing back his salty tears of shame. Priscilla's index finger pointed straight at Elvis's face as her bitter words finally released.

"How dare you do this to me. You were dogging me around whilst you and that little girl were necking on! She is just a no good little girl who wants to be a grown up, she is a fucking bitch! And you - don't even get me started on... you."

Elvis had a look of dismay, but he suddenly felt a wave of anger arise inside his heated heart.

"Don't talk about her like that!"

He exclaims as his finger wafted in her pathetic face. Priscilla's hand raised to slap Elvis across the face. They shared a moment of silence before the storm began. They shouted and fought like goddamn animals. Their animalistic behaviour sounded throughout the whole house.

Lolita sat on Elvis's and Priscilla's shared bed. Lisa sat on her lap in her little pink dress. Lolita tickled and played with her, trying her best to distract her from the wildfire that was going on downstairs. Baby dolls and toys sat on the satin bedsheets. Lisa held a Barbie doll in her small hand as Lolita held another. They played sweetly. She was like her older sister. Their playtime was broken when the door burst open and crashed against the wall, leaving an indent. In comes Prsicilla, whose face was red, and her eyes were glassy and bloodshot. Tears streamed down her face like a river. She glanced at Lolita and Lisa before stomping over to a large bag that sat on the floor. She gripped it tightly and lifted it before storming back out, slamming the door behind her. Lisa began to cry as the loud noise startled her. Lolita hugged her close and played with her short baby hair. Lolita just stared at the large grand door that had been previously slammed shut. She felt for Prsicilla. She felt guilty. A single tear dropped from her eye and to the red carpet. She quickly wiped it away whilst still keeping baby Lisa wrapped like a gift in her arms.

She sat there for a few more minutes. Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, causing Lolita to jump slightly. The footsteps grew closer. Lolita lifted Lisa up a bit higher so that she would cover her dull blue bruises that decorated her twig like colar bones. The door knob twisted and wiggled until Elvis entered the room. He looked exhausted and tired. His eyes met with Lolita's.

"Are you ok, E?"

He sighed before lighting a cigar.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine"

He said before breathing a large cloud of cigar smoke through his pink lips. He slowly walked over to Lolita, who still had Lisa in her arms. She looked good as a mother.

"Sweet baby."

He said before picking Lisa up from Lolita's arms. Lolita crossed her arms in hopes of disguising the ghostly bruises that decorated her body. Elvis played with Lisa before his eyes layed on Lolita.

"Why are ya crossing your arms so awkwardly?"

He said whilst letting out a chuckle.

"Just feel like it."

She said quietly as she broke eye contact with him. Elvis's smile faded.

"Are ya ok?"

His brows furrowed as he placed Lisa in her crib. He quickly sat down next to Lolita.

"I'm fine, Elvis, I'm fine."

She said quietly.

"Unfold your arms."

He ordered in a serious tone. Lolita looked up at him with her bami eyes that were filled with ocean blues.

"N-no, I'm fin-"

"I said unfold your arms, now."

He demanded calmy. His teeth grinded, and his fists clenched. Lolita looked up at him before slowly unfolding her arms to reveal her beaten body. Elvis's eyes widened at the sight.

"What happened?"

He asked, trying to contain his sorrow tears.

"I just fell."

"Don't bullshit me. Who did this to you!?"

Lolita felt a sea of tears escape her doll eyes.

"P-priscilla."

She said as she looked down and sucked up her shame. Elvis instantly wrapped his hands around her fragile body. She felt like a feather coated in soft satin. She felt cold and corpse like. She smelt of fresh winter air.

"She ain't getting away with this. No one hurts my baby."

He said through his teeth as he buried his face in her golden hair. His hands rubbed her blue sores. The warmth of his body sent a summer shine tingle through her veins. He bent his head down to kiss her blue bruises. A million kisses rained upon her, each one curing her ills.

Over the next few days, Elvis would love her like a baby and treat her like a child, his child. He would feed her, dress her, wash her, like his little baby doll. His touch would warm her cold skin through the dark, stormy nights as her salty tears dropped to the floor. His gaze would light her fragile heart as he would cuddle her like a teddy bear. His deep southern drawl evoked unknown emotions that were buried in the depths of her yellow sunny soul.

Guys, let me know if u want another part of this cause I'm getting kind of bored of this series. I don't mind carrying it on if u lot want more, but I won't if u guys don't want. But I have quite a few up and coming fics in the works. Im planning to make them just fics and not multiple parts, so u guys don't have to wait for new chapters to come out xoxo.

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just-my-fandom · 2 years

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Welcome to the Firelights (Ekko x Reader)

Summary; Vi finds out her childhood best friend is alive, and her sister is the reason why her best friend almost…wasn’t.

Warnings; Getting shot, arguing, firelight names are made up, reader is vv salty to Vi, explosion.

“Burn it all. Don’t let any of it go untouched,”

When you had first met eye contact with a blue-haired, wide eyed girl- Powder- your first instinct was to shoot.

But it seemed she had beat you to it. First you were standing next to a container full of Shimmer, next, you were hunched over, hand at your side where blood quickly bled through.

You hear multiple shouts from your teammates, ears ringing as you glance up through the smoke, watching as Ekko moved first, pushing past the barrels of Shimmer in an attempt to reach you.

Eyes pinching shut, you find yourself leaning on the container in front of you, knees buckling, suddenly gasping for air just as Atla reached you, standing in front of you, gun raised to Pow- Jinx feet away. But the girl was gone.

Ekko is by your side in a second, arms taking place at your back and knees to catch then lift you bridal style, immediately moving back to his hoverboard at the edge of the ship, “I got you, I got you. Get back to base! All of you!”

That had been a week ago. The healing process had taken that whole week, and it’ll take even more.

Ekko hadn’t seen who it was who shot you. But when Atla mumbled something about a “bitchy, blue haired maniac”, Ekko immediately knew who was the cause of it.

And he was pissed. He saw Jinx just hours ago, where they had been able to snatch up Vi and take her back to the base to figure out what the hell Jinx’s problem was.

“You look good for a dead girl,” Ekko stands in front of Vi with his arms crossed. A scowl on his face.

Vi lifts her gaze to stare at the man, “Why do you have me chained? It’s me. Vi,”

“Why the hell was Jinx going after Y/N?” Ekko ignores, watching Vis face drop in confusion and…relief?

“Y/N? She’s alive?” Vi shakes her head, “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,”

“On the ship. There was six of us and Jinx went for Y/N. Y/N almost died because of your sister. Again,” Ekko raises a finger to jab at the pinkette,

“Is Y/N okay?” Vi asks, quietly, a shift behind Ekko causing her to sit straight, spotting you. You stood only feet away, arms crossed and gaze on her,

“I’m fine,” Your voice brings Ekko to glance over his shoulder, then turn his body to face you,

“I thought I told you to rest,” His stern voice drops calm at your appearance, your eyes shifting to him as you frown,

“You also told me you had Violet,” Your gaze settles completely on the girl, now next to Ekko so his hand grazed your back, supporting you, “Glad to see you’re alive,”

“Likewise,” Vi breathes, eyes scanning your figure, “You-you don’t seem hurt,”

You feel Ekkos fingers curl into the back of your shirt. You lift the corner of the fabric, showing Vi the bullet wound that had been stitched up, but was still severely bruised.

Vis shoulders drop, “Powder did that?”

“Jinx,” You and Ekko correct, in unison, and you glance over to the male so he met your eyes, brows pinched in question towards you, “Go check on the topsider. I want to talk to Violet alone,”

Ekko stares, hesitant, then glances at Vi, releasing his hold on you to step back and out of the room.

You shift on your feet, sighing, “Where have you been all this time, Violet?”

“It’s Vi,” Vi reminds, shoulders up in a shrug, “Jail. Caitlyn got me out,”

You ignore her correction, “The topsider. So you become besties with her? When did you reunite with Jinx?”

“You’re really sucking at names, Y/N/N,” You squint your eyes at her, “Right before Ekko and your goons showed up. I didn’t even know Powder shot you, Y/N. Honest,”

Your eyes relax, frowning. “Ekkos not going to forgive her so easily. All the firelights, he cares about, more than he does about his own damn self. He’ll go after anyone who hurts his people,”

“…Including you,” Vis brows raise in realization, “You two…?”

You press your lips together and nod, Vi exhaling a breath as she stands, your eyes widening when the chains slide off- she had them off the whole time and faked it.

Vi reaches forward to pull you into a hug, your hands out, almost hesitant to return the embrace. “I’ve missed you,” Vi breathes, your lungs exhaling as you drop your hands on her back, then tighten your grip,

“I’ve missed you, too,”

In a room across the one you were in, Caitlyn glares at Ekko who remained silent and only stared back at her,

“What did you do with Vi?” She asks, roughly, “I’ll have you punished for this, you can’t just kidnap us-,”

“Relax, soldier,” Your voice leads Ekko to smirk at Caitlyn, you and Vi standing behind him where he sat at the doorstep,

Caitlyn’s eyes relax upon seeing Vi, eyes then snapping to you, “Who’re you?”

“Let’s just say a long lost friend,” You tap Ekkos shoulder so he stood and unchained Caitlyn’s wrists, Vi moving next to him to help Caitlyn stand.

As Vi explained to the blue haired woman who you and Ekko were, the male with white hair makes his way back to you, glancing at the two women before brushing his hand over your waist, thumbing the stitched wound over your shirt, “You good?”

You nod, eyes slowly moving up to him where he gazed at you, concerned, “You’re not going to forgive her easily, are you?”

Ekko heaves a sigh through his nose, leaning down to press his lips to your temple before nodding his head to Vi, “I’ve got something to show you,”

After you and Ekko showed Vi the memorial painting made for all the undercities fallen people, you and Ekko stand at the top of the tree that gazed down at the people below, leaning on the railing to where your shoulders touched,

“So what’re you gonna do with the topsider?” You tilt your head to look at Ekko, as he barely glanced at you, “Caitlyn, I think is her name,”

“Giving her a pass back up to the topside,” Ekko speaks, so you nod,

“And the gemstone?”

“Also topside,” Ekko states, and your brows furrow as you turn your body to him,

“You’re just giving it to her?”

“No, I’m going with her topside, and giving it to the council myself,” Ekko copies your motions, watching your eyes flash, “I’ll be fine, firefly,”

“You can’t always promise that, ‘Ko,” You shake your head, turning your gaze to the children running below, “Not after the whole Jinx thing. One of us almost died and there’s always a chance it could happen again,”

“I know,” Ekko sighs, raising his arm to wrap around your shoulders and tug you into his chest, “But I need you to trust me on this, okay?”

“I trusted Violet and it got two of our friends killed,” You murmur, Ekkos free hand cupping the back of your head, lips at your hair.

“I’m gonna come back to you, baby. I’m keeping my promise,”

You tilt your head up, Ekko kissing your forehead then your nose. “Please be careful,” You whisper, voice cracking at the lodge in your throat. Your fingers tighten on his shirt at his sides, “Please, Ekko. I can’t lose you like I lost the boys,”

Ekko nods, quickly, hands sliding to hold your face as his forehead knocks against yours. “Watch the Firelights for me until I get back, yeah?”

You nod back, feeling his thumb swipe your cheek, pushing on your toes to force your lips into his, Ekkos hand dropping to your back to hold you against him.

That night, you stand next to Vi as Caitlyn and Ekko stood in front of you. Caitlyn and Vi share a long embrace, one you have to look away from with a grimace.

Ekko chuckles at your face, the scrunch in your nose relaxing when his hand grasps your hip. “Try not to be too hard on Vi while I’m gone,”

“No promises,” You glance up at him, the man immediately taking your jaw in his hand to kiss you. “I love you,”

“Love you too, firefly,” Ekko smiles, leaning back to glance at Caitlyn who shyly smiled at the interaction,

“Let something happen to him, and I’m coming to topside my damn self to find you,” You raise a finger to jab at her, Caitlyn pressing her lips together with a short nod,

“Feisty one, huh?” Caitlyn attempts to joke, Ekko shaking his head as he smirks at you,

“She got shot and lived, nothing’ll stop her, now,”

Vi frowns at the short mention of the damage Jinx had done, rolling her shoulders before stepping back to walk away. You give Ekko a final kiss and one last be careful, before you move to follow Vi with your arms crossed,

“Are you still mad at me?” You’re walking a solid fifteen minutes before Vi says something. You glance at her, seeing her eyes ahead on the dark bridge that split the undercity to the topside.

“I’m not happy with you,” You correct, sighing, “But it’s not like I’m not glad to see you here, alive. But after everything with Jinx,”

“I get it, Powder fucked up,” Vi raises her hands, instantly dropping them so they fell at her sides, “Claggor, and Mylo are dead because she didn’t fucking listen, I know,”

You bite your lip, forcing yourself to keep the “and Vander” to yourself. “It’s just the simple fact, Vi. She has to hold onto that guilt forever, and she doesn’t even seem to care,”

Vi is silent as she smiles over at you, your brows pinching in confusion, “What?”

“You called me Vi,” Vi nudges her shoulder to yours as you grin, a sudden explosion causing you to turn around in alarm, back where Caitlyn and Ekko had departed,

“Caitlyn,”

“Ekko!”

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thicksimpx · 2 years

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Pairing : Geto Suguru x Reader

Summary : random geto thirst .. oh how I have fallen 🥹

Warnings : 18+, mature content, mature language, asphyxiation, nipple play, spitting, semi dom/sub play, edging, sex toys, degrading Nick names, literally a fight for dominance 😂

It was the fourth night that the sound of high-pitched moans echoed throughout the estate. All of his followers either numb to the ear ringing screams and whimpers - continuing their work or swelling with pride knowing their master is finally releasing all his pent up stress on poor y/n.

Sauntering past his bedroom, Miguel knocks on the door with a chuckle “take it easy in the poor girl Geto- Sama. You’re going to break her”

You grit your teeth, accidentally biting his neck too hard “You’re too loud princess” you coo licking up the side of his face as you grinded your dripping cunt over his dick

It was funny, everyone in the estate though it was you. They thought every scream, whimper and cry was you. What would they say if they knew it was their precious Geto-sama, locked in his room with sweet little y/n in control of every orgasm he has.

You chuckle imagining Miguel busting through the doors to see a trail of Suguru’s Buddhist clothes leading up to him tied to a chair in the middle of his bedroom. The look in his eyes when he notices your body standing behind him as you used your cursed energy to toy with him. It turned you on.

Geto’s muffled grunts snapped you out of your daydream. You lightly slap his face and get up from his lap. His heavy breathing and snuffles echoing in the room. He moans and thrust his hips when you slip your fingers in his hair, yanking his head back.

“Y/n ..” he whispers

“Stop talking” you flick your fingers and the clear silicon fleshlight goes back to work. You swore Suguru was going to pass out this time from the way the fleshlight slid up and down his dick. His tip nearly purple from the hours of edging.

Suguru couldn’t focus, with your hands still holding his head back you looked down on him while his eyes continuous crossed and uncrossed themselves. Mouth hanging open as he moaned like a bitch, thrusting his hips up into the fleshlight.

He was sick. He’ll deny liking this. He’ll let everyone in the estate giggle and praise him for how refreshed he looks after taking out his stress on y/n. It pissed you off that he never corrected them, knowing full and well who the real bitch was. Glancing down you noticed the way he stared up at you with watery eyes, as if he was silently begging for permission to come.

“How unfortunate” you sigh, and his eyes go wide - high pitched wails fell from his lips every times you flicked your fingers for the fleshlight to stop right before he came. It was his own fault. Every time he was about to cum, his toes would curl and thighs would twitch, such an easy tell.

“Suguru” you purred, “do you want to cum?”

“Please ..” he croaked “let me cum”.

“As you wish” flicking your fingers for the fleshlight to continue as you kneeled beside the whimpering man, wrapping your hand around his neck, lightly squeezing licking up his salty tears. “Open your mouth”

Mouth falling open, you spit, allowing him to taste his own salty bitchy tears. He swallows with a grunt, brows knitted together as his body curls forward, cum shooting out onto the floor. You flick your fingers for the toy to stop, it falls to the floor no longer holding any of your cursed energy. Suguru falls back into the chair chest heaving as he breaths for what seems like the first time all night since he walked into his chambers.

Head handing over the chair he looks up at you puckering his lips for a kiss. “Get on the bed bitch eyes” you chuckle giving him a quick kiss and untying his arms.

“Bitch eyes? That’s a new one” Suguru chuckles rubbing his wrist as he makes his way to the bed. Throwing himself onto the bed, he ticks his robes behind his head forming a pillow and spreads out like a starfish. Smiling and patiently waiting for you to come and give him what he truly wants.

You roll your eyes with a scoff, stepping onto the bed, lighting walking up the side of Sigurd body. You watch as his dick jumps in excitement, eyes nearly closed but filled with lust.

You step over him, legs spread for him to see you plump cunt as you squat, sinking down onto his dick. He groans deeply and harshly smacks your ass. You moan, forgetting you’re in charge until you see his bitch eyes glisten with excitement and lip twitching up into a smile.

Grinding slowly, his eyes flutter shut, you take the opportunity to grab his face. His eyes shoot open and you begin to ride him, hard. The bed creaking and his breath caught in his throat

“Slow d-down” he chokes out. So, you do. You sit up straight and slow your movements. Running your hands down to his chest. You lightly run the tips of your fingers around his nipples are you grind and whine your hips , the way you know he likes it- and twist his nipple making him squeal.

“You’re my bitch right? Tell me you’re my little bitch” you say twisting his nipples as you bounce on him. “It’s you squealing in here like a bitch right?”

“Yes ma’am, I’m your little bitch” he whimpers and lets out high pitched moans - brows pinched together hips lifting off the bed to meet you.

Leaning forward you pull his garbs from behind his head as he closes his mouth around on of your nipples, hips thrusting up into you. You twist them around his neck so he’s slightly choking as you rise to your feet to ride him and have his dick hit each and every one of your sweet spots. “You’re too loud Geto-sama” you tease pulling the garbs tighter.

Grabbing your hips he flips you over, your grip on the garbs loosened and his hands now around your neck as he thrust into you with need. Your tongue falls out of your mouth and eyes roll back from the pleasure as you cum while he’s still fucking into you.

Suguru leans down, slurping your tongue into his mouth, you fall into the sloppy kiss as his grip becomes tighter- strokes slowing and dick throbbing as he fills you up, still deeply kissing you.

He pulls away with a string of saliva keeping you attached and leans in for another quick kiss before falling over beside you.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he huffs. “This is hot but You’ve made your point; I’ll tell Miguel to relax”

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You end up arriving to breakfast late, Suguru let you sleep in and all the energy you spent on him last night had taken a toll on your body.

Just like any other morning the the estate, everyone’s doing their own thing, not paying attention to who comes and goes out of the dining area. However, you couldn’t help but grit your teeth hearing Miguel chuckling. Turning around to see an animated Suguru apparently telling a rather interesting story with his bitch eyes closed and smile so bright it could like up the room.

Feeling eyes on him, he turns in your direction ready to intimidate whoever the hell was staring but pales and clears his throat when noticing it’s you. Immediately Miguel stops his chuckles nodding his head to greet you. You return the favor and cut your eyes at Suguru watch him swallow hard- he’s in for another long night.

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 2 years

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one of my pet peeves for modern aus is the ones where they make izzy ed's best friend or longtime friend because if ed's gonna have one... its jack. it's literally supported by canon. like put izzy and jack next to the revenge crew and your answer for who fits in better is jack, whose only crimes in the show were trying to pull ed away from stede and committing seagull murder (all of which to save ed in a plan IZZY made) im so salty about all the hate jack gets in fics

Oh for sure. My least favoriate thing ever is when people put Izzy in another character's position. Jack is Ed's buddy at the very least. Izzy is just a coworker. Jack is who Ed would choose to hang out with 100% of the time if his options are Jack or Izzy. Also if you're gonna give Ed a best friend who is antagonistic to his new boyfriend, Stede and Jack being mean to each other is so much more fun in my personal opinion because Stede is mean to Izzy and Izzy's head explodes and steam starts coming out of his ears like he's in a cartoon and he yells something incoherent, where as Jack and Stede can have a bitchy little back and fourth that leaves Jack crying for sympathy and Stede's self esteem buried six feet under. It truly is the dynamic ever.

I don't usually have a problem with Jack hate in fics actually because jack is hateable and there often needs to be a villain, and in Our Flag so far the roster of villains has been Izzy, Jack, and the interchangeable badminton twins. Maybe the rich french fuckers but I don't want to give them that much credit tbh. so you know he's one of three and a half bad guys so I get it. However! there is one trope that frustrates me, and I think the main reason that it frustrates me is because its a trope that I hate with all of my guts and is pernicious in the calicobeard tag and that is the idea that Ed and Jack's relationship was non-consentual. There are tons of reasons to hate him, you don't have to turn him into a rapist. That's my pet peeve and my line. Otherwise yeah he's a villain, good. I like it when he causes problems. It's my favorite thing.

That being said I do think he's the most easily rehabilitated villain out of every villain in ofmd (I'm only counting Nigel, Chauncey, Izzy, and Jack as villains.) Simply because he's a pirate that we frankly don't actually know that much about. We don't even know why he's doing this. Yeah Izzy probably slid him a slice of that sweet sweet navy money under the table, but for all we know Izzy had that meeting with Jackie and Chauncey, found Jack afterwards and went "Hey man, so me and Blackbeard are on the outs right now and he's got this new boyfriend who is being super hunted by the British navy, the boyfriend is a rich guy and I know how much you hate those. But anyway Blackbeard doesn't know that Stede is being hunted and I just told them where they can find them so somebody should probably go get Blackbeard out of there and it shouldn't be me, because he's mad at me right now." and Jack said "Oh my god, you made a deal with the british navy? I'm gonna love watching Blackbeard kick your ass when I bring him back here. I'm going to now go do some insane shit to save his life again. Yeah sure I'll make sure the boyfriend dies just so that Beardy doesn't run back and get his ass killed, but only if you slide me a few dubbies for my troubles." It's also possible that he's full chaotic evil joker mode and when Izzy told him the plan he went "Yeah alright, haven't seen Beardy in a while could be funny." We simply do not know. Is he destitute because he's been mutinied three times and he needs the money? Has he never been mutinied in his entire life and he's minted because he's Calico fucking Jack and he's just here for shits and giggles? I tend to go with the "he cares about Ed" reading because I want to fuck him, but it's up to you. His backstory is wide open baby. What we do know Ed likes him a lot actually, Ed cares about him and Stede getting along. We know he saved Ed's life, even if he does hold it over his head because he's a shit head(although how often he does that is also a question mark, there's so much blank space to work with with him, he can be anything you want him to be other than nice).

And you know what, until the thing with Karl the crew liked him too. The crew never liked Izzy, whatever Jack's got going on is way more compatible with the crew than Izzy, and yet I see all these fics and headcanons where the idea that Izzy will stick around after all of this is over is just taken for granted. But they could easily forgive Jack if he sucked Ed's dick, moonbathed with Buttons, and slid Olivia some birdseed because he's funny and cool and Ed's buddy. Where as Izzy can never ever be trusted in a million years, he was never fun to be around, and no one likes him. (I'm sure Jack and Ed have fucked each other over before, they're messy bitches.)

Now I don't think Jack's getting rehabilitated in cannon, in fact we're probably never gonna see him again. I'm hoping for a flashback but I won't hold my breath. It's part of why I'm writing I'm Not Going Anywhere. Because somebody needs to put this man through the st*ddyhands treatment and it's not gonna happen in the show, so it is the realm of fanfiction and no one else is doing it. Jack was fucking built for an enemies to lovers because he's the kind of man who stands too close to his romantic rival at the urinals to prove his dick is bigger. Enemies to lovers is incredibly fun to do with Jack and Izzy because Izzy is eminently bullyable and also the kind of guy belongs in one of those "don't bully me I'll cum" shirts, but it can also be fun to do with Stede "pissboots" Bonnet. I'm not sure if INGA is going that direction I haven't decided yet, but someone should do it post haste I'm so serious.

I don't necessarily want everyone to see him how I see him. I'm fine with being his only apologist. back in april the universe decided he'd gone long enough being the most hated character and decided he needed one apologist and it spun the wheel of OFMD fans and it landed on me and I became the public defender appointed to him. I am over worked and underpaid and he is a terrible client. I have made him take a plea deal on the Karl murder charge.

This has gotten unhinged thank you for letting me chew on Calico jack for like 25 minutes.

#Calico Jack apologia #ofmd #our flag means death #calico jack #calico jack ofmd #izzy hands #izzy critical #this post isn't actually izzy critical i just don't want fights in my notes for days to come

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I say this lovingly, WITH LOVE, bc I love Lewis, but RB dominance early 2010's Lewis was a brat and a petty bitch, he only ever even really touched Jenson in those post quali pics if he was in the middle, boy did not like being 2nd or 3rd and there's 3 years of pics to prove it lol

which makes those specific pictures you posted look even FUNNIER because Seb and Jenson always had fucking heart eyes at each other

you're bang on with Mark though, man had the most irritating little shit as a teammate and often was relegated to 🧍‍♂️ on the end unless he caught Jenson's heart eyes first

Omgggggg yes!! Every once in a while I'm reminded again of Lewis's McLaren era Twitter drama and I have to go look at them again. Though I've been watching Tooned lately so I'm so used to their more friendly competition buddy-buddy relationship in that, and I'm looking at all these pics like "oh wait yeah a bit of tension!"

I think its very interesting to look back on these, bcs nowadays people will get on drivers asses so much if they don't look happy for their teammate beating them(i.e. the beginning of this season with Max and Checo, everyone would start some shit about how Max looks upset and how he can't even bear to pretend to be happy.) I look at this like, wow you would not like the older eras then! Not that I was personally there but looking back at certain teammates. It's so funny with teammates pairings like Slagclaren and Martian. Just straight up ignoring each other or looking openly pissed(I think about Seb Hungary 2010 so much.)

The language of touch is such an interesting thing when looking at these pics when they're all standing together? As I said, Jense almost always has his arm curled around Seb's shoulders and Seb's leaning into him. Whereas whoever else is with them(for podiums as well), mostly just has the accustomary one hand behind whoevers in the middle's back. You can almost always tell just at a glance who's happy and who's unhappy with the results just by how close they're standing and how touchy. And Seb and Jense are always happy for each other 🥺🥺🥺

Anyways, that's why I like 2011, because it's RBR and McLaren together at the top, with other teams occasionally getting up there. And it's two teammate partnerships where they're bitchy and salty with each other, but then Jense and Seb who are literally married rivals, so their teammates are forced to be the awkward third wheel. But omg I love the ones where it's Seb and Jense standing like a married couple and Lewis just standing however far apart he can without not being out of the pic:

But the Hungary one in particular is still sending me 😭

HE'S SO DONE WITH THEM!!!!

Also also, so true what you said about Mark catching Jense's eyes first! You made me think of this pic:

#sorry! probably longer reply that you thought youd get hahaha #aaahhhh yeah i just really love looking back at this era #i like how bcs of how less pr polished it was youd get a lot more funny pics like these #just openly ignoring other drivers and focusing purely on each other #or being pissy without care bcs your teammate beat you #mclaren lewis is so funny like he'll even congratulation seb who got pole above him but not jense hahaha #catie.asks.#catie.rambling.txt #half of my asks have my txt tag bcs i always answer with like 5 paragraphs.....#formula 1

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i love your Gemma and Raidou but would you ever ship them together? You ddi the group of them as Shisui pairings so what about other combos or other ships too? Thank you Torship :333

Yo! 👋

I could make most combos fit (in Quick Question, I'm insane enough to go for five-way poly lmao) because I've smooshed their bonds and affection so much as a Squad... so let's have a look at the formulas!

Kakashi ships

Shisui: supportive, understanding, tender, a little tragic and angsty but in the sweet+salty best way, see in link below vv

Tenzo: classic fandom, awkward ride or dies, very very very slow burn

Raidou: click bait article reads "this traumatized mess of a man somehow staggered into a relationship with the kind of well-adjusted sweetheart that mothers across the nation are dreaming of as son-in-laws! Somehow the world has not ended! Secrets exposed inside!" And the secrets exposed are that Raidou shoves his head in his notebooks every time Kakashi pulls out the Icha Icha, Kakashi is a surprisingly good cook, and Raidou's won over all the matrons by saying how hard Kakashi is fighting to defend the village despite his tragic childhood and troubled mind, etc etc. Kakashi makes his own life harder but he's also caring, intelligent, and teasing... Raidou can be that perfect sweet spot between responsible, willfully ignorant, and sardonic. Think, these two reading in the back of the room together, trading commentary on the events around them with just exchanged glances. Kakashi also deffo had a frustration crush on Guard!Raidou when Minato was alive 😏

Genma: the world is imploding. This is a tough one. Genma is a flirt, he's easy going, he's dangerous, but he also allows himself to be louder and incorrigible around the Squad etc (it's too late for them to run). They could be slouching, piss-taking partners in crime on duty and, off duty, absolutely troll everyone who tries to pry into their private life. Genma tells everyone he grew out his hair to make roleplaying Icha Icha more accurate, Kakashi says that Genma's herbal remedies work wonders, you get the picture, it's all very bitchy and, by some miracle, they stagger into the healthiest and longest relationship either have been in

Shisui:

Tenzo:

Kakashi: see above^

Shisui: see in link above^

Genma: for the sake of sanity, my own and Tenzo's and Konoha's... Not going there

Raidou: kissu when Raidou swears to do anything to remove Tenzo's ROOT seal, i can't unsee this amazing scene

Genma:

Kakashi: see above^ TL;DR: trolls stagger into a long term commitment

Shisui: see link above ^

Tenzo: I'm choose world peace today

Raidou: another fandom classic, partners in every sense of the word, Raidou is responsible (r) and Genma is incorrigible and then they get wasted and Genma is losing his shirt only Raidou interrupts because he's so drunk that he NEEDS takeout, it's a mess and actually the least sensible and communicative pairing of the lot, we are talking years of Idiots in Love not realising that they're married

Raidou: see above/in link^^

Dunno if we'll see GenRai in a fic but here's an analysis regardless! Enjoy ☺️✨

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #squad two #shisui #kakashi #genma #tenzo #raidou #shipping

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the-timeless-founder · 2 years

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Modern Saeclus Sanguine

I talked about this with @secretarykang and like everything, I just HAD to do this. I might add the others, but we'll see how that goes.

Family:

Third son of a rich and successful family with two older brothers. He was and is somewhat spoiled but he is humbled by his mother's teachings and socializing with common folk.

He was sent to stay at a relative's state as a kid for a year and he returned a changed person and had a scar over his eye.

Arte and Clius made sure they paid for that.

His two brothers each have their own successful careers, Nocsis is the one who inherited their father's estate and banking company while Caranthus has his own construction business.

He keeps in touch with them and his in-laws whenever he can. Respects his in-laws so much and is always polite and sweet to them. Adores his brothers' children, and they also adore him back.

Giesbach was a business partner of his father's who ruined his fortune and ran away with whatever remained of it, leaving his two sons to pay it off behind.

And this left a bad taste in the three brothers' mouths so they paid off the debt, but Saeclus was the one who reached out and took those kids under his wing.

They live with him now. At first, he felt like he was in way over his head being a twenty-something year old single man taking care of two teenagers, but he got the hang of it.

Now they have their own little dynamic, and Saeclus feels like the father or older brother the two of them deserved. He personally looks after them, and tries to spend enough time with them.

He knows he can't make up for their dead mother and coward dad, but he does his best.

Personality:

He's that nice and smart rich boy who doesn't understand how the common sense of money works. If you tell him a dress can cost less than half a grand he's not gonna believe you.

He can manage a multi-million dollar brand but buy a normal perfume that doesn't cost half of people's salary? That's possible?? Disbelief...

Definitely an artistic kind of person, and has a habit of citing poetry and writing pieces in response to questions he wants to dodge.

Genuinely kind-hearted, loves physical touch as a form of affection, and is super polite to strangers and colleagues alike. Comfortable letting people be around him, warm and approachable, and super helpful if you ask nicely.

Don't get on his bad side though. He'll humiliate you without uttering a word of profanity. Somebody call 911 he just murdered someone's pride. He's got the snark, he just usually prefers to not use it.

He's also fiercely competitive when challenged despite his usually easy-going attitude. If you're coming at him, you'd better bring your A-game because he won't be backing down.

Raised to be and is a perfectionist to the core. And he holds himself to a higher standard than anyone else in his life.

Basically a less traumatized version of the usual Saeclus.

Career and Education:

CEO of the most popular sweets production company, he owns a famous chain of bakeries all around the world and has the highest standards ever. Though he didn't inherit that company, he was born into a high class and old money type family.

Sincerely wanted to major in arts, but his family (mostly his father) firmly objected to that. Through some fights with his father and some logical talks with his mother and oldest brother, he finally agreed to major in business.

Kinda salty about it but he doesn't complain because he's not bitchy like that.

He probably studied abroad in some lavish university where he shared a school with Karlheinz (and probably Devyn).

Two years older than Karlheinz (so three years older than Devyn), and he's the only junior he genuinely dislikes. Not only are they competitive as hell, they legit chip away at each other's sanity every time they speak.

Likes Devyn a lot though. He thinks she's someone who acts her class and age, and he admires that a lot.

#diabolik lovers oc #saeclus sanguine #diabolik lovers #diabolik oc #saeclus #dl oc #my oc #modern au

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justoneofthoseghosts · 2 years

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Get ready for some thoughts on the Chicago Fire finale that nobody asked for 🙃

First of all, I did like how they made Brett and Casey’s entrances into 51 separate because it gave everyone a chance to greet both characters individually.

That drugs SL is so boring and of course Severide, who might as well be a real life Avenger, comes out of it with no scratch even if that dude came at him with a knife. And lol at the chase. I was confused as to why Severide was chasing him but maybe I missed something cause I wasn’t completely paying attention 🤷🏻‍♀️

I am so disappointed by how Emma’s storyline ended. I know I’m in the minority but I loved how they created such a bitchy character at 51 cause we’ve only really seen them as white shirts (Gorsch, Perigen) or that lady trying to close down 51 in season 2. I expected her to go down swinging but yet again, the white man saves the day with his trying to be Christian Bale as Batman voice. So much for a “shocking end”.

Derek and Andrea have been teasing that wedding for so long that I kept waiting for it to happen and it did in only the last ten minutes because as usual, too many things were going on, which has been the theme of so many of this season’s episodes *cough*200th*cough*

I think I rolled my eyes too many times at the fact the Casey is just! So! Happy! In! Portland! Yes, Matt “Chicago Guy” Casey has found his calling fostering two teenage boys and fighting wildfires in Oregon. We know Jesse is likely never to come back full time by why the need to retcon the character so much? A new environment and being a parent to teenagers is not a walk in the park and it’s okay to show that. No need for an overly sweet, fairytale ending. I did find him giving Gallo his axe a nice touch. It was good to see them bonding.

And of course they just had to leave Brettsey in an ambiguous spot. I get it Derek and Andrea, you want to keep the viewers hooked but I’m still salty that you guys knew Jesse was leaving before last season ended and could have changed so many things or maybe not have double downed on the angst so they could have a least gotten together earlier in season 9. I personally will be living in my Brettsey bubble the whole of hiatus. But also, we are not talking enough about how Sylvie calls Matt “my hero” in that one scene. Gah. Give me back my fluffy, flirty Brettsey.

Lastly, Derek needs to buy a dictionary because that was no “epic” cliffhanger. Part of me thinks it’s going to go the same way as Grant hiding in the closet that one finale (was that season 5?) which is to say, nothing ends up happening lol.

Overall, not the greatest season (might even be the worst) but hopefully, things pick back up in 11. Hoping to see Sylvie get better storylines, Ritter getting his screen time back, the found family feels of 51 again, a lot less Hawkins (sorry) and more Eamonn Walker cause he is a really talented actor and deserves more than 2 lines every ep!!

#Chicago Fire spoilers

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When Taehyung had informed her that it wasn’t bedtime just yet, Jiyeon looked up at him in confusion, dread filling her chest as she wondered what kind of twisted surprise Taehyung had in mind for her this time. She followed him along, gulping as he led her to the bathroom.

Jiyeon was confused and gasped when she was lifted onto the counter — as if she weighted nothing.

What was this man going to do to her?

As he gripped onto the pants and tugged them down, Jiyeon’s breath spiked; assuming the absolute worst to go down in the bathroom — he was going to violate her body, and there was no one who would be able to hear her pleads for help.

“Yes. I… understand.” She nodded,

But to her shock, Taehyung took care of her instead, before he helped her off the counter again and got her sorted into bed.

—

Jiyeon stirred at the sound of Taehyung's voice. She blinked rapidly, her eyes slowly focusing on the figure that loomed over her. Her head tilted slightly as she took in the sight of him, blinking a few more times.

The nightmare would start all over again.

As usual, Taehyung released her off her cuff before he pulled her off the sofa and directed her to the bathroom; barely letting the poor girl wake up some more before she continued the day.

On auto-pilot, Jiyeon went to get freshened up before she got dressed and absentmindedly followed along as Taehyung strung her along, downstairs, into the kitchen before he had ordered a breakfast from her.

It took a while but Jiyeon managed to, hopefully, make the breakfast to his liking, before she set the table and joined him for breakfast.

Jiyeon rested her hand against her cheek as she picked at her food - feeling like she was starving yet feeling sick at the idea of consuming food.

Her poor classmate died because of her.

Jiyeon stared down at her plate, placing her spoon down onto the table as she fiddled with her fingers, glancing back and forth from the placemat and Taehyung before she spoke up.

“…Why did they have to die?”

— 🎙

Just like the previous time Jiyeon had cooked, Taehyung stayed leaning up against the opposite counter; watching her every move.

Silently judging.

Mentally critiquing.

He took a seat at his spot while his little prisoner properly set the table before taking a bite of the special breakfast he ordered her to make.

A recipe straight from his mother’s cookbook. Although Taehyung wasn’t sure why he felt the sudden need to raise the recipe from the dead. For quite a few years it was always his favourite dish — until there was no one left to make it.

After a few taste testing bites, his nose scrunched and his forked dropped back onto the plate.

“You put too much salt.” Taehyung spoke matter of fact, needing to take a sip of his fresh glass of water. “Tell me, when the recipe calls for just a pinch, how much do you put in, hm?”

Although, despite the harsh and discontent edge to his words, the deranged man found himself.. enjoying the girl’s version. It was off, technically not as salty as he reprimanded the girl for, but still delicious.

A smirk tugged on Taehyung’s lips at her question, a chuckle escaping him. “They or her?” He went to clarify before waving his hand in a dismissive motion. “It’s not like that matters anyway. Truthfully, most were a waste of oxygen. Bitchy. Crude. Whores. But her, you should know by now why she needed to die, sweetheart. You were being so disrespectful, I had to teach you a lesson.We wouldn’t want you pulling any other stunts like that, now would we?”

Taehyung went back to taking a few more bites of his breakfast before letting a small sigh slip. “Jiyeonnie, do you really want to start today on the wrong foot? If you won’t eat like an adult then I will feed you like a child. Am I clear?”

#🎙anon #serial killer!taehyung #yandere taehyung

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builtperil · 4 years

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;; I WOULD like to also add for the hell of it ???? I don’t dislike savino just because, & not even JUST for making the DL reboot MUCH different compared to the original series ( granted that’s a good PORTION but ), it’s just because he’s a Not-Really-Good-Guy whose poor attitude is all OVER the seasons he directed in place of genndy, & it just really gives the show a meaner-spirit overall. he’s just NASTY.

#;;ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃᵇ. ( OOC. )#;; I WANTED TO MAKE THAT CLEAR because I just have this ???? feeling I'm giving off a ' bitchy ' tone about the series just bc #;; like !!! it's not just because though he's a gross man !!!!!!#;; he made nasty ass inc*st comics back in the day & treats women horribly EVEN today & it's just like ugh ???? no sir no go die #;;& I do not !!! like him !!!!!#;;puts a bad taste in my mouth so this is a savino-free zone !#;;I'm REALLY trying to still be positive throughout but I just like to EXPRESS #;;I do wanna apologize if I seem overly salty though this is Not my intention

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thatasianstereotype · 4 years

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Fuck. I’m Gay.

I’ve been reading a lot of ml salt fics lately (mainly @unmaskedagain which is a literal goldmine of saltiness). And getting into the Damienette ship. Marinette really does deserves better (Fuck Canon) but so does Adrien. He is not a “sidekick”. Chat Noir and Ladybug are partners = equals. So I decided why not write a fic where Adrien gets his own happy ending in the form of a grumpy assassin-turned-vigilante that loves animals more than people.

Somewhat of a crack writing where creative liberties were definitely taken.

Lila Rossi is a bitch and everyone knew it. Well, by everyone, Adrien means himself, his good-amazing-make-pastries-for-him friend Marinette, his maybe-not-really-sure friend Chloe and his-not-that-close-really-classmate Nathaniel.

Yeah. It was a small number.

But Lila is still a bitch.

Anyway, Lila’s lies and manipulations have disturbed the status quo and not in a good way. She ended up making the majority of the class fawn over her like she was a perfect goddess and not a pompous-temperamental-hormonal teenager. Teenagers were prone to be gullible; he can understand his classmates being inclined to believe her. But this was utterly ridiculous (man, Chloe is rubbing off on him). No. You know what’s even more ridiculous? Ms. Bustier letting Lila get away with it. She doesn’t even stop the class mistreating Marinette who claimed she was a bully just because of you know who - Fucking Lila Rossi. The audacity of that bitch and her bitchy followers, am I right?

Growing up he watched the tv shows and the animes. High schools always had their drama but he thought that was to get some plot going on. He didn’t think it was an actual thing that happens in real life. But he was proven wrong. Françoise Dupont High School had their drama and it was way worse than what he watched on screen.

The worst part was that he couldn’t get away from Lila. Or he’ll be pulled from school (Fuck you Dad). He had to sit next to that bitch and listen to her drone on and on about things they both knew she didn’t do, about things she promised to do for her ever gullible followers friends. And couldn’t say anything against it if he wanted to stay in school. But even his discreet questioning didn’t do that much. It got some of the class to think something’s possibly fishy with her stories but not enough to think Lila was evil. So he just gave up. Because what was even the point?

He was distancing himself from Alya and Nino. He couldn’t really be friends with people who thought Lila held the sun and moon. They didn’t hang out as much as they used to and he made excuses when they did invite him to stuff. Lately, he was making outrageous excuses - like he had to take his cat to the vet even though he didn’t have a cat - to see if they caught on. They didn’t. It was fun but he didn’t know whether to feel happy or sad about that. But feeling sad-depressed-pain over it was a bitch so he decided to take his victories as they come.

Chloe had left the school earlier on. Her mom wanted to spend one-on-one time with her daughter (Yeah, Audrey is better at being a mother here). She was completely out of this drama mess. And Nathaniel kept his head down to not paint a target on himself.

His only consolation and ally in this whole mess was Marinette. His darling angel. His sunshine incarnate. His own goddess (not like that bitch Lila let’s get one thing straight).

When he was feeling overwhelmed (which was a lot), he spent it at her house. They spent it discussing fashion, trash talking Liar-la and the sheep class, playing video games, and making/eating the best baked goods in all of Paris. If he wasn’t at his photo shoots or at school, he was at her house. And with how often they spent time with each other, it wasn’t long before they accidentally revealed their alter egos to each other.

(The class’ Everyday Ladybug was actually Ladybug. How amazing is that! Isn’t Marinette the absolute coolest?!)

Since they outed themselves to each other, they had to give up their miraculous. And new heroes had to be chosen. As the guardian, Marinette decided to give the Ladybug miraculous to herself and the Cat one to Adrien. And make them the superheros of Paris.

(Just when he thought that Marinette couldn’t get any cooler)

They both collectively decided that being friends were for the best and put away their obsession crush over the other far far away. Now they were best friends-almost siblings. Oh who was he kidding? He was an honorary Dupain-Cheng. Marinette and her parents said so. And who was he to deny the goddess?

All was well.

Until he met this gorgeous boy with raven black hair and piercing green eyes that made him question everything in life.

Like fuck. His life wasn’t hard enough already?

It was a slow patrol. Just stopped a few petty crimes. No akuma tonight. He wasn’t really expecting much to happen.

Mari said patrolling regularly gives citizens a sense of security and it helps if one of them were on scene if an akuma does appear.

He didn’t mind. He loved running on the rooftops and feeling the wind in his face. After some time, he stopped and stood on top of one of the tallest buildings. Just soaking the view. The peace and serenity of it all. Seeing the glowing lights of his beloved city. Seeing the Eiffel Tower standing tall and proud.

(Forget school. Forget Liar-la and her hoard of bitches)

This was his city. This was why he fights Hawk Moth with Ladybug. They had something precious to protect.

He was done patrolling the regular routes and all his schoolwork was already finished. He could go to sleep but he didn’t feel that tired. And he really didn’t want to go back home. Mari shared her theory on his dad being Hawk Moth. She had really good reasons and a plethora of proof. If they could switch miraculous, why couldn’t he and Mayura - most likely Nathalie? Which would explain how Gabriel got akumatized.

After all her support with dealing with Lila, he was way more inclined to believe her even without the evidence. But those things just made him more wary of his dad. And he wasn’t too stoked on spending more time than what he can get away with with the guy. Because his dad being Hawk Moth explains why he wants Lila (his strongest supporter - Chameleon and Oni-chan, anyone?) close and makes Adrien play nice with her. And anyone who enables Lila’s bitchiness is on his enemy list.

Anyway, he was out here to enjoy the good mood not think about evil bitches and evil dads. So he sat himself down and enjoyed the sights. It was more calming than you would think.

He heard cars blaring and even a dog barking. The slight breeze felt nice. The moon was pretty bright tonight. The stars too. There was a lone couple walking through the park. There was also another teen in black running on rooftops a few buildings away.

Wait.

What?

He blinked and looked again. Huh, there was another teen in black running on rooftops. And it was not a hallucination.

What the actual fuck?

He was instantly on his feet, baton already in hand as he raced across the roof to reach said stranger.

“Hey!”

But because he was the lucky owner of the unlucky miraculous, the moment he said that, the guy was about to jump off a building to presumably roll onto the next one like Chat was watching him do beforehand. But his call made him lose focus and Chat watched horrified as the guy slipped and started falling into the alley.

Oh fuck! Mari was going to fucking kill this dumbass kitty!

He hoped to everything that Mari thinks is holy that he makes it in time. Extending his baton, he used it as a huge Pogo stick to basically catapult himself towards the stranger and wrapped his arms around him as he braced himself for the full weight of hitting the gravel at this height and speed. But he wasn’t that that concerned. His suit protected him from the majority of the injuries that would’ve occurred if he wasn’t wearing it. It hurt but it isn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Remember earlier? He takes his victories as they come.

This was not the smartest of ideas, he’ll admit. Mari had the brains to be honest. But it wasn’t bad if he say so. And he does say so.

He rolled over and immediately looked over the stranger that was remarkably unharmed in this whole mess.

And oh.

Oh.

The stranger was taller than he was with a lithe and lean frame. He had raven black hair that complimented his tanned skin and gorgeous green eyes that pierced through him, making his heart do funny things.

He was not expecting him to look as hot as he did. He wore a simply black t-shirt and jeans but he looked like a fucking Adonis, what the fuck. Even the moon shone down on him, highlighting his handsome features even more.

He shook himself of those thoughts and focused on what was more important. “I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

He was rudely pushed away, but he didn’t take offense. He did cause the guy to fall after all.

“Do not touch me.” (What kind of accent is that?) “I’m fine. You are truly a moronic imbecile of the highest accord to yell like that. And what are you even supposed to be? Some kind of knock-off Catwoman?”

At that, Chat looked at Hot-And-Sexy weird. “Are you new here? I’m the superhero Chat Noir. I protect Paris with Ladybug.”

“You’re joking.”

“I know I come off as the goofy hero because I make purr-fect puns all the time but I’m not joking about this.”

He took out his phone to show the foreign (since he’s obviously not a Parisian) stranger the akuma attacks and Ladybug and Chat Noir being a dynamic duo, saving Paris and beating Hawk Moth. Ok, he showed the stranger a lot of stuff. Sue him. He gets to brag about his Princess. And himself too.

“I never heard about this before.” Hot-And-Sexy (he has got to come up with a better name) said afterward. “3 years this has been going on? Why didn’t you ask for help from the Justice League or other superheros?”

Chat shrugged. “We tried. But they said we’re obviously pulling a prank and making this all up. So we stopped asking for help.”

For some reason this made Hot-And-Sexy angry. “They ignored your plea for help and left you to fight for yourselves?”

“Pretty much, yea.”

“You and Ladybug are children.”

“Excuse me? Are you doubting our ability to protect our city?" He was not apologetic at the sharp edge his voice took. Forget looking hot. How dare he? The audacity really.

Hot-And-Sexy shook his head. “I’m not. I know some child superheroes who are adequate at their jobs and a few who are remarkable like Robin in Gotham. But the majority of them had adult mentors to guide them. From what you’ve shown me, you and Ladybug had no one. You were left alone to fend for yourself with essentially no help.”

He never thought of it that way. But hearing it like that made him think: Fuck Adults Who Chose Children to Fight Their War For Them and Fuck Hawk Moth For Putting Them In This Position In The First Place.

You know what. Just to clear all his bases - Fuck Everyone But The Dupain-Chengs.

Chat couldn’t help but shrug, not quite knowing what to say to that. “Life is a bitch, I’ve come to find out. But enough of that. Why were you running on rooftops anyway?”

“It calms me down.”

Relatable.

“Is...Is your tail moving?”

“Huh?” He looked behind him to see his tail was indeed moving lazily. “Yeah. I’m called Chat Noir for a reason.”

“May I touch them?” Chat was used to people (usually kids) pulling on his tail to see if it was real (It was). And it really hurts because they usually rough. Not that he blames them. Kids don’t know any better. Still, he usually says no when people ask.

But Hot-And-Sexy had such a sincere expression that he said yes. To his surprise and delight, Hot-And-Sexy was extremely gentle (Can this guy be anymore perfect?) and it felt nice to be petted like that. Curse his touch-starvation (again Fuck you Dad).

Hot-And-Sexy was apparently fascinated by his ears and tail.

“Are you a meta?” He noticed how Hot-And-Sexy’s voice turned softer and fonder (or was he imagining that?).

“Nah. I’m fully human. I just got powers to transform into this.” He looked down at his phone seeing that the time was nearing 2 am.

“Have you suffered any injuries from your stupid stunt?”

“Hmm?” Chat looked back at him before gesturing to his body. “Don’t worry. I may not look like it but I can take it.”

He can practically feel Hot-And-Sexy rolling his eyes. “What an utter dolt.”

But there wasn’t any heat behind it so he didn’t take it to heart.

“Thanks, babe.”

“That was an insult.”

“And I’m taking it like a compliment.”

Chat stood up and stretched his limbs. Hot-And-Sexy doing the same but dusting off his clothes instead.

“So, uh, need any help getting home?”

“I am perfectly capable of finding my own way, thanks.”

“Ok. Have a nice night.” He was about to leave when he was caught off guard by Hot-And-Sexy staring at him for a good few seconds, making his limbs freeze in place at the heavy attention.

Before he said. “You should try contacting the Batfamily in Gotham about Hawk Moth. They’re used to dealing with weird things. I’m sure they won’t turn you or Ladybug away.”

Chat was a bit distracted by how intensely those green eyes focused on him, making his heart beat faster and his cheeks turn a vibrant red.

He was so screwed.

He used his baton to shoot himself up so he can run on rooftops, hurrying to the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

“Mari! I think I’m gay!”

“It’s 2 in the morning, Chaton. Go to sleep and we’ll talk about it in the morning.”

After a good night’s rest (and thank everything that was right in the world that today was a weekend), Adrien told Mari all about Hot-And-Sexy. And yes, he did call the stranger that out loud. His everything-that-actually-matters sister simply took it in stride after giggling a bit. They spent the majority of the day discussing emotions and everything that came with that bundle.

Before he finally came to a conclusion.

He is definitely gay (He liked girls but not like like them). And most definitely had a crush on Hot-And-Sexy with the pretty green eyes.

Good news: He is no longer having a sexuality crisis.

Bad news: He is going through an emotional crisis.

Like dealing with these feelings that is making his stomach flip flop over and over again? The only one he ever had to deal with was the one he had on Ladybug and that (he talked with Mari about it months before. She was amazing with these emotional matters) was more of a hero-worship crush than anything really romantic.

And his crush on Hot-And-Sexy was so much more.

So it’s been about 2 weeks since he encountered Hot-And-Sexy. And he still haven’t figured out what else to call him. But the nickname was growing on him.

(He also told Mari about asking the Batfam for help but she was a bit apprehensive after the disastrous attempts of convincing the Justice League. He shrugged, trusting her opinion and left it at that)

Anyway, Lila was being her usual bitchy self. Father was being non-existent like always. Mari was his only source of sanity at school. And Hawk Moth was being a bitch.

Because of course, the day before they have a huge test, he decides to akumatize someone (in this case, a businessman who was really unhappy with getting fired) and cut in on study time. And this akuma took a while to defeat. Guess he drew a lot of strength from his burning hatred of the failings of the corporate world.

And just yesterday, a teenager who was upset at being grounded got akumatized and terrorized the city for 3 hours before Ladybug could purify her. It did however confirmed her fears. Hawk Moth was getting stronger. It took longer to defeat his monsters. They needed to find him and ended this fast.

Adrien landed on Mari’s balcony and slipped in her room, crashing on her big comfy bed, de-transforming on the spot. Plagg sleepily floating and laying next to him on the pillow. He was so tired. And photo shoots and school drama were not helping things.

For the record, he was not at all expecting to see Hot-And-Sexy in a bookstore of all places.

He was so engrossed in looking through the latest Boku no Hero Academia manga (can’t wait until Season 5 comes out) that when someone touched his shoulder, he was not proud to admit he squeaked a bit.

He turned around and his eyes widened his surprise.

“Hot-And-Sexy!”

It was indeed the Adonis Adrien had a huge crush on. Today he was wearing a white t-shirt paired with a blue denim jacket and black ripped jeans. Wow. He really can make anything look hot.

No. Bad Adrien. Don’t let him know you actually have a crush on him.

And oh fuck. Hot-And-Sexy was staring at the blonde and Adrien tried not to let himself get flustered. He has a very intense stare. For all he knew, Hot-And-Sexy stares at everyone like that.

Calm the fuck down, heart. You too brain.

He raised a handsome eyebrow in amusement. “Excuse me?”

Adrien felt himself burn with embarrassment, his face turning bright scarlet. No wonder he was fit for the unlucky miraculous or was this just a side-effect? Note to self, ask Mari about this later.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t get your name last time. And I just started calling you that in my head. Cause you’re really hot and you have pretty eyes.”

Fuck mouth! Why won’t you stop talking! Please for the love of everything that makes Mari a BAMF stop. Stop digging further into the hole of embarrassment! Abort mission! Abort!

“When did we meet?”

At that, he blink a few times. Oh fuck. He was not Superhero Chat Noir. He was Civilian Adrien Agreste. Mari was definitely murdering his dumbass tonight. Lightning please strike him down right now. Where was an unlucky lightning strike when you need it?

After a few seconds of his horrified silence, Hot-And-Sexy chuckled (he had such a nice laugh). “You are extremely lucky I already figured out your alter ego beforehand, Chaton.”

Before Adrien could even unwrap that statement, he held out a hand and had a dangerously sexy smirk on his face. “My name is Damian Wayne. Would you care to get a cup of coffee with me?”

And Adrien nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak. He can deal with the superhero thing later when he can think straight (hah!) and is not distracted by Damian’s beautiful smile and alluring green eyes and perfect everything.

Guess what?

Ya Boi got game.

(At least, he likes to think he does)

After a successful coffee date (was it a date? Please let it be a date), they exchanged numbers (cue internal squealing) and met up a few times afterward to hang out.

Apparently, Dami was here on business to deal with something for Wayne Enterprises.

“Aren’t you 17?”

“Father believes in preparing us when we’re young.”

Dami was amazingly sweet. Arrogant and pretentious with a stick up his ass but sweet. He treats stray animals with such reverence that Adrien’s heart melt every time he sees it.

It was an added bonus when Damian scorned Lila with cruel words and disgusted looks when she tried to cut in Adrien and Dami’s date(?)/meetup(?)/spending-time-together event.

She cried and whined afterwards and Adrien has to endure his father’s lecture. But it was totally worth it.

Oh yeah. Mari was not pleased that he accidentally outed himself to a civilian. But nothing that a couple of sad kitty eyes can’t fix.

“You are so lucky you’re cute, kitty-cat.” Mari grumbled but she was smiling. “I just need to have a good talk with him on the importance of secrecy.”

That day Damian Wayne learned to fear a certain Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

It was 2 weeks later when Adrien woke up to a package next to his futon in Mari’s room. When he opened it, he saw the Butterfly and Peacock miraculous inside.

There was a card beneath it. And in beautiful cursive script read:

I dearly hope you enjoy my courting gift, mon amour. Allow me the honor to formally ask you out on a date. I look forward to hearing favorably from you soon.

- Damian Wayne

He couldn’t believe it.

“Mari! Damian likes me back!”

“Chaton, I swear. It is 2 in the morning.”

#ml x dc #ml salt #ml salt fic #lila rossi salt #marinette deserves better #but so does adrien #adrien deserves better #adrien agreste #sexuality crisis #gaydrien #adrien agreste x damian wayne #adridami #oneshot #how the fuck did this crack idea span 3K words #apparently I'm down with this ship

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anightflower · 4 years

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One Night Stand

Summary: After a shitty one night stand, Bucky slut shames your sex life. You get a little revenge by playing a game Bucky doesn’t like.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY: S M U T

You grumbled as you made your way down to the Towers main kitchen. Your body ached, you were exhausted, and all you wanted was a cup or coffee and some goddamn peace and quiet.

You internally groaned when you noticed that the kitchen was not empty. Bucky and Sam sat at the breakfast bar. One drowsily eating cereal, while the other attempted to flick runaway cereal pieces at the other. Natasha sat perched next to the coffee machine, scrolling through her phone and sipping from a mug of coffee.

Natasha's eyes left her phone and lit up as she focused on you. “You look tired (Y/N)” she snickered. “Did you have a late night last night?”

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Bucky and Sam focus on you.

You glared at Nat as you made your way to the coffee pot and poured yourself a cup of coffee.

Don’t even start. “I don’t know what makes you say that Nat.” You said irritated.

“Well for one you look like hell, and two I don’t think you’re supposed to put salt in your coffee. Unless you really prefer it that way.” Sam piped up with a shiteating grin.

“Oh hell.” You hissed, tossing your salty coffee down the sink.

Natasha made her way over to you with a fresh mug of coffee. “So tell me, was he good?”

You nearly dropped the cup she handed to you. “NAT!”

“Oh please. I saw you sneak out last night like a horny teenager. You’re an adult now, you can talk about sex. Unless the boys can't handle it.” She raised a brow at Sam and Bucky who pretended not to listen.

Sam smirked into his coffee. Bucky remained stone-faced, glaring slightly at Natasha.

“I for one, don’t need to hear the details of another one of your slinky one night stands doll.” Bucky grumbled angrily, pushing his stool back from the counter.

“Slinky one night stands? Are you fucking kidding me Buck? Sorry I am a grown woman looking for quality sex that I clearly can’t find here!” You growled.

Bucky eyes burned with anger. He looked like he was about to say something but all he did was huff and leave the room.

“Sam maybe it’s time you got Bucky laid.” Nat observed, “He seems to always have a stick far up his ass.”

“Trust me, it’s not all it's cracked up to be.” You mumbled, stirring more creamer into your coffee.

“Was it really that bad?” Nat asked.

“Oh, the guy wasn’t bad, he was horrific. Only cared about himself. I may as well have stayed home and used a toy for hell’s sake.

Sam winced. “I did not need to know you had sex toys.”

“Oh grow up Sam, it’s not a woman’s fault that men don’t know what they’re doing. Men are the problem, sex toys are the solution.”

“Well, who knows (Y/N), maybe you'll meet a special someone at Stark’s Charity Gala Saturday.” Nat said wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“Fuck, I forgot that was this weekend. I’m all for charity, but if I’m forced to go to another one of Stark’s fucking parties-” You groaned.

“Uhem” You heard a familiar voice sound from the door. “First off you love my parties, even if it’s deep down. Second, you always look ravishing in whatever you wear, and lastly, you get all the free alcohol you want. All you have to do is force a smile and be friendly.” Tony hummed.

You rolled your eyes as you pushed past him, careful not to spill your coffee. If Saturday you had to be a social butterfly, today would be a lock yourself in your room and watch Netflix kinda day.

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“Tony was right, you do always manage to look ravishing. Very Bond-esque” Sam said to you as he entered your room.

You smiled at him through your reflection, admiring the slimming black dress you had on. “Thanks Sam. Have you come to be my handsome escort?”

He held a hand out to you, “Bond, James Bond, happily at your service.

His other hand produced a bottle of expensive liquor from behind his back, a liquor that was most likely stolen from Tony’s “hidden” cabinet. “I have also come to get you throughly wasted before this party. Bucky’s in a bitchy mood and Steve’s very busy trying to untie Bucky’s panties.”

“In that case, pour us some drinks, it’s going to be a long night if we have to deal with not one, but two grouchy old men.”

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You could have sworn this party was more extravagant than the last. The room shone with several different lights, giving it an ethereal glow. Champagne fountains stood about the room. It was like walking into a Great Gatsby fantasy.

Bucky and Steve were already at the bar, causing your joy to deflate a bit. You had avoided Bucky at every cost since the two of you had fought. He hadn’t sought you out to apologize either.

You let out an exaggerated sigh. “I hope the bar has enough of the strong stuff, otherwise I don’t think I’ll be able to deal with Bucky’s bitchiness all night, even with the alcohol we had before this in my system.”

Sam snickered. “He still hasn’t apologized has he?”

“Nope. So he’s definitely on my shit list. He had no reason to be angry with me or shame my sex life.”

Sam looked like he was about to say something, but stopped himself. He shook his head. “Just ignore him (Y/N). Bucky will be Bucky. Besides if you really feel like enacting revenge I know a little game you can play to piss him off even more.”

You groaned. “Sam as much as I would love to piss Bucky off more, I am not in the mood to play 'One Night Rate’ right now. This last guy really put me off for a while.”

“Oh come on (Y/N)! One guy can’t ruin your chances of a great one night stand. Look at all the beautiful people here.” He said gesturing around the room. “You’re telling me there isn’t a single guy you want to take home?”

There was one guy you wanted to take home, but he currently was the one person who you weren’t speaking to. You knew you would probably regret this but-

“Fine.” You groaned. “I’ll play, but that doesn’t mean I have to follow through with it.”

Sam grinned as you two made your way over to Bucky and Steve.

Steve smiled at the two of you, but it quickly turned into a suspicious look at the grin on Sam’s face. “What are you two up to?”

You and Sam remained quiet smirking at one another. Steve finally put the pieces together.

“You two are not playing One Night Rate again are you?” He groaned.

“Listen man, (Y/N) needs a better partner to make up for the last guy. The least I can do is support her and give good advice.” Sam said, as you blushed.

“You’re the one who convinced me to do it! I wasn’t even going to play it.” You laughed, nudging Sam’s shoulder.

Bucky stared at the three of you stone faced. “Do I even want to know what this game is?”

You gave Bucky a sarcastic smirk. “It’s a game Sam, Steve, and I came up with one night at one of Tony’s galas-”

“It was mostly Sam and (Y/N).” Steve interjected.

You rolled your eyes. “Sure it was Golden Boy.” Sam snickered. “Anyway, we were bored and perhaps a bit more intoxicated than we should have been-”

“Excuses, excuses.” Sam interrupted you. “You are avoiding the point. It’s basically a game where one of us chooses a person and the jury,” he gestured to you and Steve, “Comes to a consensus on whether or not that person should be brought home or not.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows. “Are you guys serious?”

“If you’re going to slut shame, you can always hang with Nat, I’m sure she’s drunk enough to put up with your assholery. Besides, you wouldn’t want to play such a sleazy game right?” You said, plastering a fake smile on your face.

Bucky winced. “(Y/N)-”

You held up a hand, stopping him. “I don’t want to hear it right now James.” You only called him by his first name when you were really pissed with him. “Right now, I want to drink, find a guy, and get an actual good fuck. So if you’ll excuse me.” You pushed past the three men, ignoring their shocked faces and Bucky’s very pissed one.

Sam grimaced. “So much for playing the game. Something tells me she’ll follow her own rules right now.”

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Sam had remained at the bar with Bucky and Steve, long after you left them. Bucky’s face was steely, his eyes following every move you made on the dance floor. You weren’t alone, and of course the guy you had chosen was incredibly handsy with you. As his hands slide down your body, Bucky couldn't help but let out a growl.

“Buck, I don’t get it. Why won’t you just apologize and tell her how you feel? You’re being idiotic.” Steve said gently, putting a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Sam nodded along with Steve’s sentiment. “Dude maybe if you opened your eyes you’d see that she actually likes you back.”

Bucky’s eyes shot to Sam. “What the hell did you say Wilson?”

Sam gave him a look. “Don’t play dumb with me Barnes, you heard what I said. She likes you. I’m surprised that such a good assassin like you could miss something as blatant as that.”

“Then why the hell does she go off with other guys then?” Bucky asked, irritated.

“Because she’s just as blind to it as you. You have no idea how obnoxious it is to be the middleman and keep quiet, especially when you’re dealing with two oblivious morons.” Sam groaned. Steve cackled loudly.

“What am I supposed to do? She’s off with some other guy.” Bucky sighed.

Steve smirked at him, “That never stopped you in the 40’s.”

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This guy was doing nothing for you. He was sweaty, way too handsy, and was unfortunately not as attractive up close, a drunken mistake on your part. But you knew Bucky was watching and you would not cave easily, so you kept dancing.

The guy pulled you taut against him. “So babe when do you want to get out of here?”

You grimaced, resisting the urge to push the guy off you. Was pissing Bucky off really worth all this?

“I think I can take it from here bud.” A familiar voice said. It sent chills down your spine. Your date, what was his name? Jake? Jason? You couldn't even remember, that’s how uninteresting he was.

He turned to Bucky releasing his grip on you. “Back off dude, she’s taken.”

Bucky glared at him unmoving. “I think you misunderstood me asshole. Fuck off.” The dance floor lights flashed over Bucky’s face giving sweaty hands a better look at who he was talking to.

His face paled. “Oh shit I’m so sorry man, she’s all yours.” He quickly pushed through the crowd on the dance floor to get away.

You turned to Bucky and crossed your arms. “Are you fucking kidding me James? First, you call me sleazy and now you chase off any fucking guy I am interested in? What is wrong with y-”

Your rant was cut off as Bucky dragged you off the dance floor and through a maze of halls. You were too shocked to say anything as he pushed you into the fancy one stall bathroom and locked the door.

You yanked your arm out of his grasp. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You can’t just scare my date off then drag me into a bathroom.”

“Oh please, that guy was a scumbag, you could do much better.” Bucky snarled.

He turned his back on you and let out a frustrated growl, running his hands through his hair.

“You weren’t even playing the game right.” He said quietly.

“What?”

He turned back to you and moved toward you, causing you to back up until you hit the sink counter. His arms pinned down on either side of you and he leaned in. There were mere inches between both of your lips.

“I said you weren’t even playing the game right. You’re supposed to consult Sam and Steve and come to a consensus. You just picked a random asshole to piss me off. I at least played the game right.” He growled.

You heart was in your throat. You thought of what to say to defend your choices, then you realized what Bucky said. “Wait what do you mean you’re playing the game right?”

Bucky smirked. “The jury came to a consensus. You’re the best choice to take home tonight. You got the highest rating (Y/N).” His smile turned more sincere. “I want to take you home tonight and every night if you’ll let me. I know I’ve been an ass to you and I’m sorry. I was just so pissed that other guys got to have you while I couldn’t. And-”

You grabbed Bucky by his shirt collar and pulled him in, smashing your lips against his. A growl emanated from his throat as he wrapped his arms around you. Causing both of you to go into a frenzy.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he lifted you up and placed you on the bathroom counter. You whined as Bucky placed kisses all down your neck. He sucked harshly in certain areas making you gasp.

“If I can finally have you all to myself, I want to mark you as mine.” He mumbled against your neck. His words went straight to your soaking core.

You began unbuttoning his shirt as he pushed up your dress. He pulled it over your head and threw it behind him, pausing to admire you in your matching black lace set. You returned the favor and pushed off his suit jacket as he attempted to unbutton his shirt. You let out a moan when his chiseled body was finally fully in view.

Bucky pulled down your bra causing your breasts to be pushed up from the material. He purred as he leaned down and worshipped each one, placing kisses all over the top, then moving down and sucking on your nipple. His hand went to your other breast, his fingers massaging and playing with your other nipple. He tugged at it causing you to let out a loud moan.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you cried out. He smirked as his hands and mouth traveled down your body. When he finally reached your panties, he looked you in the eye and slowly pulled them down with his teeth.

You were speechless.

“Fuck baby, just a few words and some teasing and you’re soaking for me,” He hissed out, his dick hardening as he gazed at your sexed out and wanton state.

‘Bucky please.” You begged. Wanting, no, needing him to touch you.

He smirked at you. “Oh I see now doll, when you want me to fuck you I’m Bucky, notJames?”

“James Buchanan Barnes, if you do not fuck me right now-” you growled.

Bucky chuckled, lowering his mouth to where you needed it most. Your growl turned into a pleasurable scream.

Bucky looked up at you, amusement in his eyes. He paused his work. “You know love, you’re lucky the music is so loud, otherwise you and I could be caught in this very scandalous position.”

You smirked and bit your lip. “Let them find us then.”

With that Bucky feasted on you like you were his last meal. His tongue swirling over your clit and licking your slit until you felt that delicious build up in your stomach. Your hands grasped and pulled at his hair.

“Bucky, don’t stop, I'm going to-” whiteness filled your vision as you came. You tried to close your legs, but Bucky had them pinned against the counter, continuing his work until you finished riding out your orgasm.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as Bucky kissed back up your body until he met your lips.

You undid his belt and pants, letting his bulging member free. Bucky wasted no time lining himself up with your entrance. Sliding in slowly until he filled you completely.

You gasped at the pleasure that filled your body. You had never felt so full in any other one night stand. Hell hardly any of them had made you come like this once, or at all.

“God doll, you’re so tight.” Bucky groaned as he gave you time to adjust to his size.

“Bucky if you don’t start moving-” you threatened, but were cut off as Bucky quickly thrust in and out of you.

He smirked as you let out a pleasured squeak.

“Fuck you” you giggled.

“Gladly.” He replied as he picked up his pace.

It was relentless and god it was the greatest sex you had ever had. He had actually put your pleasure first, and was about to make you come again.

The feeling built up in your stomach, and you clenched around Bucky. As if he could read your mind, he reached down and began rubbing your clit. You had to bite back a scream.

Bucky smashed his lips against yours, as white flashed again in your vision, as your second orgasm hit you. Bucky followed soon after.

When you both came down from your highs, your eyes met and you giggled.

“What?” Bucky asked, returning your smile.

“I swear this better be the last one night stand I ever had, because all I want for the rest of my life is you Bucky Barnes.”

Bucky’s eyes softened and he planted a soft kiss on your lips. “Funny, because all I’ve ever wanted for the longest time, is you.” You felt your heart skip a beat.

Bucky’s face turned more mischievous. “Now let’s get out of here. I have a long night planned to show you that you actually can find quality sex around here.”

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tosikoarts · 4 years

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SFW Alphabet | Ogata Hyakunosuke

Writing Ogata is a mental gymnastics and I have weak ankles. You can check tosikowrites tag for more. Warning: there’s a lot under the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

As a person who hasn’t experienced love (without any exaggeration) in his whole life, Ogata is the worst of all in showing affection, and he will mercilessly tease anyone who will try to do it without manipulative ulterior motive. It is easier for him to comprehend desire for power or use than pure love, so prepare yourself for endless battle with destructive defense mechanisms.

He watches person of interest whenever they do, either openly, brazenly staring or subtly following them with peripheral vision. Ogata doesn’t know why he does it but his eyes are always fixed on their presence. Once some time passed, Ogata actively seeks their attention, he is almost excited to meet their gaze, but only thing they will get of it is a faint crooked smile and awareness of being monitored.

Like in childhood, Ogata continues to hunt but now he has one more purpose. The purpose is to share food with this one specific person. In a big groups, Ogata as always sits away from the group but he moves just a little bit closer to them. Enough to get closer but not enough for others to notice.

Asks what they want. Yes, Ogata straightforwardly asks them if they want anything and if they do what it is. He condescends to putting mind games away and considering their opinion. At least, sometimes. Rarely. But he does it!

And the last one. Ogata tolerates physical affection and later gets adjust to it. Teasing isn’t going away any time soon, but he learns to relax around them without loosing soldier’s alertness. It is a slow process, it takes years for Ogata to learn something so simple, but the results are amazing.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

That friend that got too many sins to ever judge you. Quote “If you tell me you killed a man, I will help you to hide the body” is literal. Ogata laughs loudly after hearing the most cringe-worthy or outright scary stories but won’t ever shame his best friend.

He is the one to offer to go astray together, make problems together, and be petty together. Hardly ever Ogata needs to be bailed out of troubles, but he enjoys living on a knife blade and pulls others along. He lives by the rule “Enemy of my friend is my enemy” and can, without a twinge of conscience, offer to kill someone.

Nicknames and name-calling are common, intentions behind the names are never clear. Is he really trying to insult you or was it a joke? Who knows. Ogata takes pleasure in screwing with other’s people minds.

His best friend has to deal with absence of relationship’s boundaries. Today they are friends, next day Ogata decides to mess around and kiss them, and the day after he is nowhere to be found. Oh, he is definitely the one to suggest to be friends with benefits.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

It is hard to call what he does cuddling but this is what happens when Ogata’s feline side comes into action. As dusk approaches and there is not a single soul around, he gets closer from behind and unceremoniously lays down his head on their shoulder. Sometimes he even lets them sit between his legs so Ogata can press their back into his chest and curl up together. Not a word falls from his lips. If they drop a taunt on how cute or romantic he is, Ogata will immediately move over and frown (early in relationship) or pretend he didn't hear anything (later in relationship). If in a bad mood and his loved one begs for cuddle, he will act all teasingly bitchy just to leave them touched-starved after.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Ogata doesn't really believe that he will live up to the age when normal people want to settle down. His chances to end up in prison or in shallow grave are higher than ever and he is totally okay with it so thought of home comfort never popped up in his head. If his partner brings up this idea, Ogata will deliberately resist it, calling his loved one silly goose that doesn’t know what they are talking about. Good cook and can clean properly if he wants to.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It can go so many different ways depending on his mood and general perception of the person.

In the later stages of relationship as well as if his loved one is the sweetest angel, Ogata would disappear in the thin air. He doesn’t explain reasoning in any of the options but in this one this wildcat tries not to hurt their feelings much. All traces of his presence are erased, and Ogata tries to get away from them as far as possible.

You have to make it hurt to push them away, right? For active and cheerful personalities Ogata has a strategy that provides the worst relationship experiences, small things like avoidance, detachment, feeling of slowly dying passion. When they are about to give up, Ogata himself breaks up with them smiling venomously, as if to say “did you expect anything else in the first place?”

If they are patient and assertive, Ogata will be the pettiest. Strong personality calls for exquisite torture, so prepare yourself for setups, cheatings, direct insults, and smug smirks as he burns down everything they built together.

If there is no other way out, Ogata will shoot them. It may completely ruin whatever left of his humaneness but he will do it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He gives the dirtiest look when being questioned about marriage. First of all, idea of commitment disturbs him for a multiple reasons. It brings nothing but an official status, it does not oblige couple to happy ever after, and Ogata is a living proof of this axiom. It is unlikely that he will ever change his mind. Remains faithful in a relationship though, he just does not like the concept of being bound by the vows.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Nowhere close to being gentle. Hasn’t been touched emotionally, and physical gentleness is foreign to him too. The only embrace he knows is holding a sniper rifle at cold night so you can imagine how hard it is for him to be in loving relationship. Ogata asks himself “why are they act so kindly?” almost everyday, he expects misdemeanor, he tensely waits for it, and sighs in both relief and disappointment when nothing happens. When it comes to being physical, from unobtrusive hands-holding to make-out sessions, Ogata tenses up to the point when his whole body turns in the taut string. It is a damn mental work to ease off and he needs a lot of practice.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

What is the hug? What is its purpose? Why would they hug him? What the hell? Yes, Ogata is the worst. When his loved one puts their hands around him, Ogata just… stands here with eyes empty and head up. He does not move a bit, doesn’t flinch, he lets them do the thing but does not participate in the process whatsoever. After few weeks, Ogata hugs them back for the first time, putting his hands higher on their back instead of waist, and holding breath like he is going underwater. He is still awkward, but slowly gets used to their warmness and gentle touch. Sometimes you can hear dull low sound like a sigh escaping his lips when Ogata relaxes enough to close his eyes and gives up to soothing caress.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

If we talk about the time frame, I would say, around 2-3 years, but time is not the most important factor in whole confession. Ogata could never say three magic words in his usual emotionally constrained state so he needs a real kick in the ass to squeeze out more than apathetic “you’re good, whatever”. Near-death experience may be an option but getting absolutely wasted, shitfaced, hammered is way more likely. After consuming ungodly amount of sake, getting in fist fight with Katarou (no worries, no Kantarous were harmed), and falling right in front of his loved one, Ogata claims he needs to tell his loved one something special. Few leading questions and he wistfully admits that he never told them he loves them. Then he passes out. Thanks God, he remembers nothing from that night, so there is another day to confess with a clear head and well thought out text.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

If some careless admirer is hitting on his loved one, Ogata expects his partner to instantly push another person away and explain that they are taken. If pour soul is persistent, Ogata will warn them once and shoot them in the leg if they do not take a hint right away.

And if his loved one goes around shamelessly flirting with whoever? Ogata will be so pissed, oh boy, you will see how mad he can be. Nobody fucks with him like that, nobody. If they think they are the center of his universe, Ogata will quickly bring them down to earth, ignoring them completely, putting them in danger on purpose, abruptly jumping up as soon as they come for the kiss or hug. He’ll knock this vanity crap out of them with sticks since he doesn’t know how to put carrots to work.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses feel like there is no tomorrow, they are greedy and rough. Ogata, like a natural predator, slowly drives his partner into a corner, squeezes them in the arms, and does not let go even when salty blood oozes from under his teeth. Feral to the fingertips. His partner has to wrap a scarf around the neck since he likes to cover it in small bruises. If we talk about where Ogata likes to be kissed, worth mentioning that he will bite anyone’s fingers off if they try to kiss his empty eye socket. It hurts like hell and bleeds easily, for god’s sake. However, he likes his fingertips kissed, knuckle kisses, and lip kisses. All types of hand kisses give him strange feeling of superiority and dominion.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

No. Just no. He doesn’t want to be anywhere near kids and flatly refuses to have any of his own. Babies, toddlers, or teenagers – they are all the same to Ogata, small versions of adults that require too many resources and for what? To grow up in someone like him? At the same time, he is mediocre in babysitting and can take care of baby, changing diapers or lulling to sleep, but teaching older ones high morals and emotional intelligence is not his forte.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Fortunately or unfortunately, Ogata is difficult to catch in the morning since he wakes up with the first cocks and leaves home quickly for the hunting. Upon awakening his mood is pretty grumpy but it changes to calmly benevolent as he cooks breakfast and thinks about upcoming businesses. It is important for Ogata to put his swarming thoughts in order before greeting his loved one with a peck on the cheek: he does not want to burden them more than usual with talks about the endless nightmares and causes of these bad dreams. After meal, he is ready to get his portion of love or spoil his partner with exclusive attention. Cats are very selective creatures but they are generous with gestures of trust too.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Evening is a time of solitude, there is no place for strangers in it. During the day, Ogata overdoses on people so in the evening he wants to stay in the company of a loved one and only them. It doesn’t matter if they drag him to the empty night downtown under the bright light of lanterns or hide him like a favorite toy under the weight of the blanket, he cherishes every second. Evening walk in the garden is his favorite pastime. During cherry blossom season, when gardens turn into a solid pink ocean, Ogata pulls his loved one to sit on his lap so they can both engage in hanami. These short ten days bring peace to his soul and give him belief in a better future with the best person by the side.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Ogata has no problems in opening up, actually. Of course, he knows some people are slick sleuths preying on facts to use in their manipulations but he also understands people do have conversations and exchange information about themselves as ordinary social ritual. Probably, avoids topics like his family and feelings but other that this Ogata can be pretty forthright. He prefers to take it slowly, without much zeal.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Well, sniper has to be patient, but it is unclear if Ogata fits this description. You never know if you have crossed the line (and if you did – when did it happen?) because he knows nothing better than smiling mysteriously and planning your demise in silence. Next thing you know there is a bullet piercing your body, blood is spilled everywhere, and Ogata is far gone because Type 30 rifle is so “excellent for sniping and sharpshooting”. In everyday domestic life, Ogata is quite patient and restrained, never rises his voice, and tries to refrain from direct conflict.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

It varies. On good days, Ogata pays more attention to his partner and what they are doing. If they are having deep conversation, he pulls as much information as possible and immediately thinks where it can be applied it in the future. On the contrary, when in a bad mood, Ogata turns a deaf ear even to words spoken directly to him. It's hard to predict weather he will listen to you or not, so it is not uncommon to hear him repeating your words when you thought Ogata was his usual cold distant self.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Anything that has to deal with emotions, feelings, and confessions because all those things make him both nervous and excited. Actually, first time he confronted them about their feelings and behavior and got confirmation that it wasn’t a dream. Ogata was too tired to provoke them so he sat quietly and listened to whatever they’ve chosen to say in their annoyingly sincere voice. Rational and irrational, critical and non-critical, rude and affectionate. He noticed weird tight sensation in his chest when they murmured something about caring about his stupid cat ass but decided to ignore it. Ogata has little capability of accepting their love and it is not going to change with a wave of a magic wand but he… considers it may be true. It sounds too good to be true though, but he will crawl to them and lie down confused and intrigued.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Expects his partner to protect themself in the moment of danger. He is far from knight in white armor trope so do not expect help from above. Ogata refuses to take on the nanny role so his loved one must know basic self-defense or be smart enough to avoid unpleasant situations. In only one case, Ogata can step down from his pedestal and lend a hand: if they are cornered and there is no way out, they will either die or get captured, Ogata will shoot attacker down. After that, he coolly threatens that next time he won't be around to help. Oh, and yes, he has no plans to train them. As the saying goes, help yourself.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Acts like he owes nothing and does minimum because Ogata wants to be asked for nice things. He likes to hear his partner talk to him in pleading voice and see them making puppy eyes, bating eyelashes, even pouting. This is the kind of game that Ogata has mastered so he knows when to stop and act nicely. He has random outbursts of generosity which promise the partner quaint presents and spoiling. Sadly, they do not always coincide with anniversaries: on important dates wildcat is on his best behavior but you can’t be sure prepared surprises will be pleasing. I mean, being with him is as predictable as Russian roulette. Decent in everyday tasks but doesn’t put all of his effort into it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Instability is his second name. Ogata has never had a purpose in the life, finding ainu gold is his first and last goal and there is not a hint on what will happen after that. It doesn’t cause any discomfort to him and Ogata likes it better this way, so for someone who has a prepared plan of action for next few years his company can be pretty unnerving.

Ogata's views on world are also not to everyone's taste. With a dismissive look at human life, he is reputed to be a cynic, he can go into nihilism headlong and completely reject the remaining moral standards. If his partner is principled and proper, Ogata will attempt to corrupt them and bring down to his own level.

It is not a bad habit, but people hate him. Dozen of cutthroat soldiers want to see Ogata dead so his partner may be a potential target of ill-wishers.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Apparently, he is only concerned about the hair being perfectly slicked back. His clothes are more or less clean but not spotless, shoes are never shiny, but Ogata is indifferent. Scars do not bother him either, and Ogata completely forgets about their existence but the loss of eye had some toll on his ego. Just a little bit. Sometimes it seems that people focus their attention precisely on the missing eye, on bandages, and it both makes him bitter and satisfied: Ogata knows what he is capable of even without half of sight but visible human pity gets on his nerves quite a bit.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If they decided to break up in the beginning of the relationship, Ogata doesn’t care at all. He may make one or two venomous remarks and that’s all. But if it was much later, after he got intoxicating taste of love? Wow, that’s an explosive mix of feelings we’ve got there. Ogata falls on slippery slope of denial because he had to be one to leave, he had to be in control, not them. He is infuriated, his ego is hurt, and, worst of all, people are aware of it. All that remains for Ogata is revenge in any imaginable form, from distancing to pulling off show how he feels himself even with them not being by his side. His behavior is pretty identical to that listed in Ending paragraph.

If they were killed… Um. Surely, he feels unexplained self-pity but it is better than feeling nothing at all. Ogata is lost. He can’t comprehend what's going on in his soul. From outside it seems like wildcat is the same independent cynical bastard but inside days of numbness alternate with weeks when he is boiling with anger. This malice spills on anyone who tries to get closer and it may pushe him to self-destruction.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

We have already seen Ogata in the company of two geishas (though, I’m thinking, they were yujos), he never slept with one and actually despises the idea of it. Despite the scene with Yuusaku and “brother should have fun together” said, Ogata wouldn’t touch a woman of the same profession as his mother was. He could hate her, or pity, or scorn, but thought of becoming the same as his father makes Ogata sick to the guts. So that scene was an idle play to corrupt the perfect Second Lieutenant, a game that was lost in advance.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Ogata isn’t used to a minimum amount of positive attention so both clinginess and neediness will push him away. It creeps him out if another person wants to be with him 24/7, and constant questions like where he has been and with whom are simply annoying.

Manipulations are okay with him until it comes to hysterias. Load, teary and pointlessly pushy, they make Ogata sick. If you want to manipulate this man, be elegant, be smart. He won’t fall for headlong approach, it will only disgust him.

Dogs. It won’t surprise me if Ogata poisoned a few back in the childhood. They seem stupid and gross in their inexhaustible love for man.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Ogata is light sleeper and has problem with people sleeping right next to him. This feature is due to both the profession and personal reasons: there are enough people in the world who would happily break Ogata’s neck while he sees his third dream. Loud snoring in the room is fraught with consequences.

For the same reasons he can’t fall asleep without rifle lying next to him. It became an extension of his hand so Ogata feels kind of defective when it is not around. No, he is not Hijikata, he won’t give his baby to anyone to shoot bottles or some shit.

Extreme amount of dreams is a usual thing for him. Ogata has a ton of nightmares too, but most of the dreams are colorful nonsense about events that happened the day before. Obviously, Yuusaku is a frequent night visitor and his sweet innocent smile forces Ogata jump up in his bed drenched in a cold sweat. He never leaves, he never will.

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