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dylobilysmomg · 9 months
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Restless
𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟭.𝟭𝗸
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪! 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 (𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗪𝗥𝗔𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗕𝟰 𝗨 𝗧𝗔𝗣 𝗜𝗧!)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!
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I seriously did not want to be here right now. Stiles and Scott dragged me out of my house late at night to break into some dude’s house. This was so annoying. I’ve had to sit on the couch and listen to the boys talk to this old guy for at least half an hour. I sat on the other couch, away from them. I crossed me legs and arms, leaning back into the couch cushions, a visible grimace on my face.
Scott and the man left the living room to look at some book, leaving Stiles and I alone. He looked at me, obviously noticing my discomfort and shuffling towards me. He took a seat next to me, turning to face me and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. He kissed my cheek, “You okay?” He asked. “I want to go home.” I said bluntly. He sighed, “Come here.” He mumbled, trailing his hand away from my shoulder and to my jaw. I gave into his touch, leaning in to kiss him.
We pulled away from each other when we heard footsteps making their way towards the living room. After revealing Scott and the man, Scott announced that we were leaving. So the three of us made our way to the jeep, I hopped into the passenger seat.
Stiles then drove down the dark streets of Beacon Hills, making his way to Scott’s house to drop him off. The way Stiles treated me just then in the living room sparked a little something in me. Obviously it wasn’t the only reason. He looked exceptionally hot today. The backwards hat, the flannel, all of it. I crossed my legs tightly, trying to ease the warmth between them. I began shaking me leg and tapping my fingers on the console. I think Stiles noticed my restlessness too, because he kept sneaking glances at me. We eventually pulled up to Scott’s home in the dead of night and said our goodbyes. As we pulled away, Stiles spoke.
“What’s up with you?” I turned slightly in my seat to face him, “Can you pull into this parking lot?” I asked, pointing to the empty mini mall parking lot we were about to pass. He just furrowed his eyebrows in a confused expression, yet doing as I told. As he pulled into the vacant parking lot, amidst the dewy air, he turns off the jeep and looks to me for an answer.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned to him, grabbing his hand and bringing it to palm my clothed heat. “I need you.” Is all I said before he practically jumped into the back seat, throwing his hat off and kicking his shoes off. I crawled back behind him, kicking my shoes off aswell. I sat myself in his lap, straddling him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands roaming over my ass and up my shirt. I clawed at his neck as we began to make out. Stiles leaned up off the back of the seat and tore his flannel off. I shoved my hands up his white shirt, forcing it off of him. He then pulled my shirt up over my head. He groaned at me. He laid me down for a moment as he feverishly dragged my pants and panties down my legs. I pushed him back up.
My hands went to his belt buckle, fiddling with it until it came undone. I pulled the zipper down and shoved my hand into his pants to grab him. He let out the most pornographic moans as I fondled with him. He grabbed my hand and forced it away from him, then kicking his jeans off, leaving him in his boxers. I straddled him once again, Stiles beginning to make his assault down my neck. He reached behind my back and snapped off my bra; I let it fall off my arms and to the ground. He brought his hands to them almost immediately, sighing as he played with me. I squeezed his shoulders as he brought his mouth to one of them.
“Okay that’s enough,” I said, feeding my fingers through his hair and pulling him away. Slowly I slip onto the floor board of the jeep, my hands going to the waistband of his plaid boxers. Stiles lifts his hips up off the seat and allows me to pull them down and off his legs, leaving him naked for me. I bring my lips to his glistening red tip, pressing feather-light kisses upon it. Stiles’s breathing picks up as I bring my tongue to the base of his cock, licking all the way up the underside before swallowing him into my mouth; bobbing my head up and down as he fails miserably at keeping quiet.
I feel his hands feed into the hair on the back of my head, forcing me down lower on him, gagging as his cock hits the back of my throat each time. Then not before long he has both hands through my hair, thrusting up and face fucking me. I can tell he’s getting close when he starts to twitch in my mouth, but he pulls me off if him just before.
“Enough about me, baby.” Stiles pants, pulling me up and back into his lap, grabbing his cock and lining it up for me to sink down on. I slowly sink down onto his cock, the both of us letting out a moan as i reach the hilt. I place my hands on his shoulders, bracing myself. I begin to bounce on his dick, Stiles squeezing my hips and lifting me up and down. He quickens the pace, and before long my head is buried into the crook of his neck while he thrusts up into me, making me see stars.
“Oh fuck, Stiles.” I moan into his ear, Stiles practically wrecking me. “You close?” He moans breathlessly, bringing a hand to my clit, slowly rubbing as he fucks me. I pull my head from his neck, sitting up and letting my head hang, looking at the ceiling of the jeep. “Yeah, yeah, keep going.” I reply, moans pouring out of me.
Stiles gripped my hips tighter, slamming up into me until I couldn’t take it anymore, arching my back into the air and throwing my head back, Stiles groaning as he came inside me. After we caught our breath, I slumped into him, panting into the crook of his neck.
After a moment I sat back up to look at him, grinning. This was my favorite Stiles. Fucked out, sweaty, and lovesick. His brows furrow, “Hmm?”
“Wanna go again?”
𝟔/𝟐𝟖/𝟐𝟑
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fireflyinks · 3 months
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good girl
Mike Schmidt x reader smut
contains : degrading (slut) , sort of dacryphillia if you squint, dom mike, p in v, blowjob, praise, use of daddy
MATURE 18+
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Mike was a very introverted person. He didn’t like having loads of attention on him, in fact, he avoided it at all costs. When my friends would come over for girl talk and wine, he’d politely greet them before slipping into our bedroom to hide.
“So…” one of my friends turned to me, pouring herself another glass of wine. I was completely sober, mainly because I had to drive Abby to school in the morning and I felt that any proper host shouldn’t be black out drunk. “What’s up with Mike?”
I cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“What’s he into? He’s so quiet when we’re around, is he always like that?”
Shaking my head, I look back at our door. He’s probably asleep, I thought, he won’t hear me.
“He’s actually pretty kinky.”
The girls started to squeal, kicking their feet. “Are you serious?”
“Yes!” I giggled, “he acts shy around you guys but he’s…”
“He’s what?”
I sigh, “Girls, I shouldn’t be telling you guys this. It’s an invasion of privacy!”
“I literally just gave you an in-depth description of a blowjob I gave last week… you’re fine! This is just girl talk, we’d never tell anyone.”
I guess that’s true, Mike couldn’t be too mad. It’s just girl talk after all.
“Okay… he’s into the whole bdsm thing.”
More squeals follow, along with a few gasps and giggles.
“Really? Okay, be real with me, does he like the whole ‘daddy’ thing?”
I laugh, looking down at my hands before nodding.
“Okay… well what’s the kinkiest thing you two have ever done?”
Thinking for a moment, I feel my cheeks flush.
“He likes to tie me up sometimes, and he spanks me a lot.”
I hear a floor board creek behind me, and look back only to be met with Mike’s on me. He pauses for a moment, before continuing walking down the hallway.
“Oh shit.” I whisper to the girls, crossing my arms in embarrassment, “I am so fucked.”
By the time the wine was gone and the girls had left, I’d accepted my fate.
As I opened the bedroom door, I was met with Mike’s glare. He sat on the bed, facing the door, as if he were waiting for me.
“Undress for me.” was all he said, keeping his composure. His tone made me so wet. I rubbed my legs together as I slipped my shirt off slowly. I stepped out of my pants.
“Leave them.” He ordered as I began to remove my panties, and I nodded.
Mike stood up, walking over to me.
“Get on the bed, ass up.”
I did as he said, positioning myself in the way I always ended up by the end of the night. Mike has been obsessed with this position ever since we got a mirror right beside the bed. He loved forcing me to watch him ruin me.
He looked at me through the mirror, almost smiling.
“Since you want to be such a loud mouthed slut,” he began to tug at my panties, removing them himself, “I’m gonna fucking treat you like one.”
“I’m not a slut…” I decided to argue back. After all, my fate had already been decided, how much worst could it get?
“Is that so…? Well, you’re certainly not a good girl.” He held my panties up to my face, the wetness glistened in the light. “Because good girls don’t get off to embarrassing their boyfriends.”
“I’m sorry-“
He tutted, placing a firm smack on my ass.
“Don’t talk unless I tell you to. Do you hear me?”
I nodded, my bottom lip trembling, “Yes sir.”
“God, you’re such a bad girl. What happened to my good girl, I miss her.” He unclipped my bra, pulling the lacy fabric off of me and lifting me onto my knees. Mike examined me in the mirror, shaking his head.
“You’re too fucking pretty to be such a bad girl, you know that?”
“Yes sir.” Our eyes met in the mirror, a small smirk crept onto his face.
“No, I don’t think you do. I don’t think you understand how fucking gorgeous you are and how much it kills me that I have to punish you like a brat when I should be worshipping you.”
I hung my head in shame while also trying to hide my blush.
“No.” He grabbed my jaw and forced me to look in the mirror. “Look at my beautiful girl. Too bad she’s too busy telling her slutty friends all of our secrets to even notice how much I’d praise her if she were a good girl.”
“I’m sorry daddy.” My lower lip trembled.
I guess I had been really bratty lately. Teasing Mike any opportunity I had, talking back to him, whining. And now I’d embarrassed him in front of all of my friends. He was right. I’m supposed to be his good girl.
Hot tears began to pour down my cheeks. His face contorted, and he spun me around quickly.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Do you need to use the safe word?” He caressed my cheek, not taking his eyes off of me.
“No, I’m just sorry daddy! I’ve been such a bad girl lately. I wanna be good for you, please let me be good for you.”
He began to smile, patting my cheek.
“Aw, of course.” He laid me down on my stomach, my face directly infront of the grey bulge in his sweat pants.
“You’re too cute, so I guess I won’t punish you if you can make it up to me.”
I nodded vigorously, getting to work pulling down his sweats and boxers. His cock sprang forward, almost hitting me in the face.
“There, baby. Be a good girl and suck on it.”
I took him into my mouth, swirling my tounge of the tip the way I knew he liked. He groaned, throwing his head back with a pleasureful sigh.
“There’s my good girl.”
His words made my core flutter. I bobbed my head on his cock, earning more lewd moans.
Right as he was about to finish, he pulled me off, caressing my cheek. I pressed my thighs together, the friction causing a small whimper to fall from my lips.
“Are you needy, baby?”
I nodded vigorously, “Yes daddy.”
He smirked, “What do you want?”
Gesturing to his still hard cock, I hoped he wouldn’t tease and just give me what he knew I needed.
“Nuh uh, I have to hear you say it.”
“I- I want your cock.”
He tilted his head, putting on a look of confusion.
“Where do you want my cock? Hm?”
I bit my lip, blushing. “In my pussy.”
He smiled, flipping me on my back. “Well, since you’ve been so good for me, I guess we can manage that.”
Mike connected his lips to mine, before entering me slowly . His pace wasn’t the quickest, but he thrusted deep and hard, earning strained moans after every drive of his member.
He played with my clit with one hand, while holding one of my legs over his shoulder with the other.
“Feel good?” He asked teasingly, staring at my fucked-out face.
“Yes, can I cum, please?”
In a matter of seconds he flipped me onto my stomach, so that we were facing the mirror.
“Look at your pretty face when you cum. When I paint your fucking walls white.”
His pace quickened, which drove me to an orgasm. He came inside of me shortly after, staring at my face as he did so.
“Good girl.” Feel from his lips as he laid beside me, panting heavily.
“Thank you daddy.” I cuddled up to him, blushing. I was so glad that I could be his good girl once again.
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i-luv-carl-grimes · 9 months
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Hii everyone! Okay so there's this fanfic I've been writing on Wattpad that hasn't been getting any attention and I literally have been working my ass off on it soooo I'm gonna post it here too!! I hope you enjoy!!! ************************
𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰
Ep1 s1
(Carl X oc)
Warning: abuse, language and lots of valance as well as gore if you are younger then 14 please don't read
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Even before this shit went down my life still wasn't something to be proud of
"Rayne, care to explain?" my mom asked holding up a test I got a 83% on. "My math test?" I answered and she laid a strong slap across my cheek. "Don't get smart with me!" she said as I felt stinging in my right cheek.  "Now, try again. Care. To. Explain?" she asked.  "An 83 is still a A" I tried to explain but once again I was met with another strong slap
Don't cry dont cry dont cry
"Your grounded" she said then pointed to the stairs, something warm run down my temple.  Opening the door to the bathroom only to be disappointed as my eyebrow had a cut and was now bleeding. 
"Did you give yourself that cut? Just got some attention" my sister scuffed as I grabbed a wash cloth and held it under warm water.  "Hello?" she said but once again I gave no reply.  "Your pathetic honesty" added then walked to her room.  "I know" I mumbled as I put a bandage on the cut.
I was waking to my room when I heard a door open and close followed by something being set down.  I made my way downstairs to see my dad who had just gotten back from a hunting trip the thing he sat down being his rifle and revolver.  "Can you BELIEVE this, she practically failed!" my mom yelled holding up my 'failed' test.  "Hi Rayne" my father said and got up walking past my mom and over to me.  "What happened to you face?" he said referring to my now bruised cheek and cut eyebrow.  "I fell." I said already knowing better then to tell the truth.  "How bout the test huh? You know I can't let that slide also your mom said you were bad mouthing her and your sister, you know that's not okay" he said and I just nodded knowing nothing he said was true.  "No leaving the house at all and if I even see you look at the tv or play any video games so help me" he said this time more stern. 
I didnt hate my family but sometimes it's hard to keep myself from letting out all the stuff I have been forced to keep in.
"ok" I said.  "What's the use? She's just gonna have her face shoved in a book" my sister said kicking me in the leg I looked up to see if my father had noticed but he was already gone.  "You can't even defend yourself, honestly could you be any more useless" she added but I just once again stayed quiet.
Rule number one: always stay quite
I had 5 rules in place if I broke them, god knows how many marks would be on me if I didn't keep my mouth shut.
No.1: always stay quite (what's the point of talking when no one is listening to you)
No.2: never cry. ("Your so weak all you do is cry")
No.3: A (if I can't get good grades then I'm a disgrace, a failed, a mistake)
No.4: I don't need anyone (relying on other people means your weak)
No.5: take it.  ("You deserve this. You deserve to bleed")
I live with these 5 rules also on my mind if I break one...well...i don't know, I guess I never have, but I know I don't want to know what'll happen if I will. 
"There were a lot of people out this season" my father said.  "Really? I thought that not many people go out over there" my mom asked.  "Yeah I did to, and the weirdest thing about it was that they weren't even wearing hunting gear they were dressed in normal everyday clothes, and get this there werent even any buck" he complained.
People dressed in normal clothes on a hunting trip? Something about that doesn't feel right, as I thought something outside caught my eye.  I walked over to the window to see people, groups of them walking all sluggish almost tripping over there own feet, some of them...were covered with
Blood
Others had very severe injuries, like missing arm you could s-
I felt something rise in my throat looking at one of the people, a little girl with a large intestine spilling out of her I covered my mouth with my hand and ran up stairs getting the attention of my family.
The image crossed my mind once again this time I wasn't able to keep in what I was trying to avoid I ran into the bathroom bumping into the door frame and released my hand from my mouth my stomach unable to take anymore.  "Rayne? Are you alright?" my dad asked rubbing my back.  "She's just doing it for attention, stop being so dramatic" my sister scoffed but the only thing I could focus on was the...i dont even know what it was.  "Rayne what's wrong?" my father asked. 
"Outside...look, outside" I said in between huffs and coughs, my father then got up
It was to long before I heard the front door open, then slame shut.  I stood up and slowly walked down, to see my father's eyes wide his hands gripping onto his hair while my mom began to cry she then grabbed her phone
We all sat there is silence
...
...
...
Click
No one picked up
I ran over the to an old radio I used to listen to when I was younger, thank god I still knew how to use it
Static
"WARNING WE ARE CURRENTLY IN A CRISIS DONT GO NEAR INJURED PEOPLE THEY ARE INFECTED IF YOU GET BIT YOU DIE IF YOU GO NEAR THEM YOU DIE, THE LIVING WALK THE EARTH AND EAT THE LIVING"
"Oh my god" my mom said and fell to her knees.
I ran up stairs and ran into my room to get a book and ran back down stairs almost tripping.
"Look" I said and handed my dad the comic. "Holly shit" he said looking through the book. "We have to go, there has to be somewhere safe" my dad added. "Jade! Get down here!" my dad yelled and my sister walked over tears streaming down her face as she shook in fear, and if I'm being honest as much as I hate to admit it we all were even me...
"Me and you mather are going to gather food and weapons, you two go pack clothes not a lot just enough to travel as well as other things you might need" dad said and I nodded and ran up stairs to my room.
2 outfits should be fine including the one I'm wearing
Fit 1 (currently wearing) : red hoodie with a white t-shirts under and blue jeans (dw the fits get better)
Fit 2. A yellow stripped shit and white t shirt with leggings (most of these are based off of Clementine)
Fit 3. A purple t-shirt with blue jeans
I then went into the bathroom to get basic hygiene products (tooth brush, deodorant, etc) "get boots too!!" my dad said and I went into my room and dug through my closet trying to find the one par of boots I had.
Found them
They were an old pair of docs that used to be my sisters but they dont fit her anymore. I then looked at my desk to see a photo of my best friends and tears streamed down my cheeks,
The one person who actually cared, the one person I trusted please for the love please be okay.
"RAYNE GET DOWN HERE!!!" my dad yelled and I took the photo and put it in my pocket.
When I walked down stairs I seen everyone with bags in there hands my dad set his down and I walked by Jade my father then kneeled down and held up two pocket knives I put my hand out but hesitated while my sister just turned away and shock her head. "Please guys, I need to know that you'll be able to protect yourself if need be" he said and I nodded taking the black and silver knife and flicked it open, nothing to special. "Fine" my sister said then took it. "Alright me and your mama have guns but we won't be able to protect you all the time" he said I agreed but my sister wasn't having it. "No! You have to protect us YOU HAVE TO" she said and my father slapped her and she screamed and cried the....um....things?... Walkers ya
Started walking towards our house probably from hearing Jade cry
Sound attacks them
"Shit Jade stop screaming!" my dad said and covered her mouth only to revile the sound of walkers banging on the door. "Dammit Jade" my dad said. "We have to go through the back" he said and let go of my sister tears still streaming down her face we grabbed all of our stuff and my dad held tightly onto his rifle
Here we go
Name: unknown Nickname: Rayne Walker kills: 0 Living kills: 0 Age: 9
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niqhtlord01 · 1 year
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Humans are weird: Criminal Organizations: The end of an era
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The door to the council room creaked and groaned as it was pulled open. The edges were caked in rust and grime needing twice as much effort to pull it open, but eventually it finally gave way and the new figures entered. It had been nearly six system rotations since Mobly had been in here. His memories from his last time still vivid in his head as well as each time he took a deep breath and felt his reset bones pressing against his sides.
He wasn’t the same starry eyed dust dealer trying to make a name for himself. Jimmy, his “Friend”, had beaten that Karkogan out of him. Every kick and punch that had been landed had molded Mobly into something stronger and deadlier then he had ever been.
No sooner had he dragged himself from that room did he begin organizing a “restructuring” of the crime organization that they had built together. For too long the rules Jimmy had laid out had cut into profits and forced many of the dust dealers to skirt the law to prevent causing waves.
Mobly gathered up similar likeminded dust dealers within their ranks and launched a vicious surprise attack on the other half of the organization in a bid to take control.
Open gang warfare rocked the streets as each side sought to destroy the other. Businesses under protection were raided, drug dens set on fire and destroyed, even members of the council were assassinated on the streets in broad daylight.
Either by dumb luck or fate Jimmy had avoided the initial violence and kept up his leadership as the war dragged on and on, but Mobly knew that he would win in the end. Jimmy still played by his rules and thus was limited in his responses to Mobly’s aggressive tactics.
Now after six months of brutal fighting Jimmy had contacted Mobly and offered a ceasefire. On the surface it looked like he was trying to smooth things over so the gang could get back to making money, but Mobly knew that Jimmy’s manpower and war chest were critically low and this was no doubt some attempt to buy himself some time to rebuild.
It was rather pleasing to Mobly to now see his once partner turned rival sitting across from him. He was flanked by two guards only while Mobly had brought at eight with him, each one armed to the teeth beneath their clothes should things turn sour.
Mobly had contemplated using this meeting as a chance to kill Jimmy once and for all but had decided to play things out diplomatically. If he killed Jimmy there was no guarantee that the dust dealers under him would fall in line and join up with Mobly again. Worst case scenario they would splinter off and form their own gangs. Each considerably smaller than Mobly’s group, but enough of them to ensure that no one would have the entire criminal market under their control for some time. Mobly needed to have Jimmy submit and surrender so they could join up again as the one and only criminal group on the planet.
“You’re late.” Jimmy said as Mobly sat down at the table. There were only two seats at it now; no need for councils or group discussions when both were the de facto leaders of this criminal civil war.
Mobly gave the impression of indifference. “I had to get myself all fancied up.” Mobly chuckled, “It’s not every day your rival comes begging to kiss your ass.”
The two guards behind Jimmy got tense but Jimmy held up a hand to calm them down. Mobly had learned much from watching how Jimmy conducted himself as a crime boss when they were still partners, and he felt that he could expand upon the persona he displayed so often.
“You never were one for diplomacy, were you Mobly?” Jimmy said dryly. He pulled out an igo stick and lit it before taking a deep drag. He blew the smoke out and looked at Mobly like he was a bug that wouldn’t just die. “It is a poor negotiator who opens with insults.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Mobly calmly drew his finger across the dusty table, looking at the gathering dust before flicking it away dismissively. “This isn’t a negotiation.”
“Oh?” Jimmy leaned back in his chair. “Then what is this?”
“This is a surrender.” Mobly stated calmly. “No negotiations, no deals, no handshakes and happy endings; I’m going to give you terms and you’re going to either accept them or I wipe you off the face of this planet.”
When Jimmy said nothing Mobly continued. “You’re going to go back to whatever crack in the wall you have the rest of the dust dealers under you and tell them that they work for me now. You’ll sign over all the properties under your name to me and then be on the first transport out of here by weeks end.”
“Do this, and I’ll let you keep 25% of your profits; plenty to start a new life somewhere far, far away.”
Jimmy said nothing and continued taking deep intakes from his igo stick. He held out his hand with the stick still in it and pointed at Mobly.
“I still remember when you were just some punk kid way over his head about to get his brains bashed in by a magistrate. You remember that day?”
Mobly shook his head. “I’m a new man now, a man of the present and future Jimmy; I have no time for the past.”
There was a momentary look of sadness at this that crossed Jimmy’s face, but just as quickly had it appeared was it already replaced by a mask of indifference.
“I can see that,” he said as he leaned back to the table and dabbed out his igo stick on its surface, “for who else but a man of the future forget the friends who helped get them there?”
“Friends?” Mobly asked in disbelief. “You speak to me of friendship?”
Mobly pointed to a corner of the room. “Last time I was here you nearly beat me to death, your own partner, and now you have the gall to speak to me of friendship?!”
“I could have killed you,” Jimmy replied, “but because you were a friend I thought it best to give you one more chance; and now here we are”
“Yeah, here we are.”
The two of them stared at each other in silence while the guards behind each of them shuffled about uneasily. Mobly could see now that this meeting had been a waste of time. There was no way Jimmy would relinquish control of his half of the organization, and that Mobly would have to pry it from his dead hands once the fighting stopped. With how things had been Mobly imagined that it’d be another system rotation or two max before Jimmy lost what remaining support he had and was killed by his own men or by Mobly’s crew. It was a timetable Mobly was happy to abide by.
Seeing no further need for these talks, Mobly stood up and was about to call an end to this farce when suddenly a small canister fell from the rafters. The canister bounced once off the table before exploding outward in a great ball of white light.
Mobly’s eyes clenched shut and he could barely hear through the now deafening ringing in his ears before he felt a pair of hands grab him from behind and throw him to the floor.
At first he thought it was one of his men rushing him to safety but that was quickly dispelled when he felt his arms painfully yanked behind him. The cold press of metal clamped around his wrists and through the endless ringing Mobly could start to make out what sounded like someone shouting at him.
“Down on the ground scum sucker!!!”
Mobly blinked several times to clear his eyesight from the flash and was startled to see a full armed squad of magistrate enforcers now in the room. Looking over his shoulder he has the door to the chamber had been blown in and was rattling on the floor nearby. The signs of explosive breaching charges on either side of it while outside were still more enforcers piling into the room.
All of his men were likewise subdued on the ground him; none of them even being able to defend themselves before they were taken prisoner. Mobly turned once more to expecting to see Jimmy in the same predicament when instead he saw him and his men calmly rubbing their eyes while Jimmy spoke to own of the enforcers.
“What the hell is this Jimmy?!” Mobly demanded. Jimmy turned back to Mobly as if just remembering him and smiled.
“This is what I like to call, “Checkmate”.”
Jimmy patted the enforcer he had been talking to on the shoulder. The enforcer nodded to their men who began picking up Mobly’s crew and lining them against the wall as Jimmy knelt down to Mobly.
“What you never understood was that sometimes it is more important to have friends then Profit.”
Jimmy playfully slapped Mobly’s face as he was then hauled to his feet and led over to the others.
"You were too busy being gun ho you made quite a name for yourself; a name people in power started noticing.”
Mobly was shoved against the wall as the enforcers stood opposite him. Their hands rested on their plasma rotators and he knew if he or any of his men tried anything they’d be dead in seconds. So he played along and kept Jimmy talking.
“So you got your friends in high places to come after me? Couldn’t do it yourself, huh?”
Jimmy smirked. “Let’s just say that it looks good on their report card to be known for stopping the terrible crime wave that’s been ravaging the planet.”
“You know I’ll get out of jail.” Mobly spouted in defiance. “I’ve got friends to; I’ll be back on these streets in no time.”
To his surprise Jimmy shook his head. “It’s funny that you think you’ll get the chance.”
Mobly was about to ask what Jimmy was talking about when the lead enforcer spoke up.
“Payment has been confirmed, let’s get this over with.”
In unison the enforcers brought up their weapons and the harsh reality of their situation finally came crashing down on Mobly. He saw Jimmy tilting his hat at him before the plasma rotators fired and the world went dark for Mobly for the last time. -------------------
“In recent news, Governor Jobu announced that a daring raid last night had been carried out against the gang of criminals that have been plaguing our world for the last few system rotations.
The new magistrate chief had placed several sources within the criminal group who informed him that they were meeting at a remote abandoned plant to plan out their next series of attacks against our people.
Once this information was passed along proper channels to governor Jobu he acted without hesitation and ordered the magistrate chief to launch a massive raid on the facility and capture all those present.
A team of highly trained enforcers surrounded the abandoned facility and waited for all the criminal leaders to appear before springing their trap. Through their daring cunning they were able to then enter the facility unnoticed and had nearly reached the conference room hosting this meeting when one of the criminal guards spotted them and sounded the alarm.
What followed was a gripping and chaotic gun battle as enforcers traded blows with the criminal thugs that have terrorized our planet for so long. Despite repeated demands to surrender the criminals refused every one of them and continued fighting, injuring several enforcers in the continued struggle but thankfully not killing any.
Eventually each member of this heinous organization was killed, including the infamous crime lord himself known only as “Mobly the Dust King.”
With many of the organizations leaders now confirmed deceased, the magistrate chief assured the governor that the remaining elements of the organization would be hunted down and arrested in short order.
We can all breath a thankful sigh of relief knowing that these troubled times are behind us, and that life as we know it can return to normal.”
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The Great War(Regulus Black)- Part Three
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Summary: Katherine “Kit” Barnes was the youngest of three boys, meaning she wasn’t a stranger to the overprotective nature of her best friends. When she makes a half thought out choice one night she’s forced to make a decision, continue to make everyone else happy, or follow her heart.
Taglist: @s-we-e-t-t-ea PART ONE PART TWO
November 1976
Marlene stood in the common room pulling her up into a tight ponytail, while Lily helped Mary paint on little crimson and gold stripes on her cheeks. I sat behind Dorcas lacing a red ribbon through her curls, adding just the right amount of house flair.
To James, Sirius, and Marlene this was quite possibly the most important time of year; the first Quidditch game of the year. What better way than starting it off and pair us against Hufflepuff. I wasn't on the team but when half of my friend group was, I learned a thing or two about the game and proper strategy.
James, Sirius, and Marlene would ramble on and on about the game if you let them. Once I had finished with Dorcas's hair, she switched me spots and pulled my hair half up with a bow.
"I'll catch up with you after the game," Marlene waved as she saw James and Sirius tread down the stairs of the boy's tower. They'd only run back before the game to get the rest of their equipment. Remus was already down at the stands saving us spots at the front while we finished getting ready.
I waved them goodbye, sitting patiently waiting for Dorcas to finish.
"What are our chances at winning today?" Mary questioned.
"I'd say quite high, Haywood seems like he hasn't got a clue what he's doing according to what Gideon had said," I replied plainly.
"Gideon, huh?" Lily gave me a knowing look.
I fought a blush, "He and I got caught up talking last night when he got back from his rounds." I shrugged.
Dorcas snort behind me, "You weren't staying up by chance in hopes of catching him on his way up to bed?" She teased.
I swat her hands away, twisting around to glare at her, "I have no idea what you're getting at." I rolled my eyes, moving to my feet.
"Kit has it bad for the eldest Prewett boy, but who blames her, he's fit?" Lily adds in the teasing.
"I don't have anything for Gideon, except for a friendship maybe," I argued walking away from the group.
The girls sat back on their heels laughing as I wound my scarf around my neck. I'd be lying to myself and them if I said I didn't find him attractive. But almost two years apart made a difference and I turned to mushy girl goo everytime I talked to him. There wasn't anything between us now and there'd never be anything between us. I had made enough of a fool of myself in front of him, for him to never find me attractive.
"Whatever you say, Kitty Kat, but I get to hold the bouquet at your wedding," Dorcas pressed a kiss to my cheek, gripping my shoulders as she moved past me.
"Let's get out to the field before Remus has to start fighting off the first years for the good seats," I pushed her away with a blush.
The girls nodded in agreement. Dorcas grabbed her poster decorated with Marlene's number, while I held onto one with Sirius' number cut-out in the shape of a lion head. It wasn't often we brought anything but ourselves and a pair of house flags but after we won the Quidditch Cup last year, Dorcas and I both agreed that the team was deserving of a few obnoxious signs. Lily cast a drying charm on the paper so they'd never get damaged and we'd be able to save them as long as we wanted to. The stands were already rich with cheers and excitement when we got down to the field. The other houses had filled their stands all to watch Hufflepuff get their asses kicked by the Gryffindor team.
"Let the games begin!"
I shivered in the stands. Remus's warm hand was the only thing blocking the chill from stealing my fingers. He held the other side of the sign I made for Sirius, cheering alongside loudly. The crowd was certainly livelier than I expected for an easy win. James went after the snitch, his focus was channeled on the gold ball as it flew past him. He was quick behind, but Haywood was in tow behind him just as eager to catch the snitch for Hufflepuff.
"Let's see you move a bit quicker out there, Potter!" Lily shouted beside me as he zipped past on his broom.
I glanced at her with a knowing look, she swat me away with a thick blush on her cheeks that wasn't from the cold, before turning back to the game. Her attention follows James with the snitch, biting back a wide grin as she watches him, Godric, Evans, make the man work a little harder than that for your attention, I thought to myself teasingly. I glanced down the field at Sirius and Marlene leaned back comfortably on their brooms.
Our chasers had been down the field, not only occupying the attention of the Hufflepuff beaters but their chasers as well. We were ahead nearly 100 points while Hufflepuff had struggled with earning their measly 50 from a single score. They were determined to try, I'd give them that much.
Sirius noticed me watching sending a wink my way before he pulled his broom towards the stands. He flew down in front of the stands by where Remus and I stood.
"Celebrations will commence at 8 pm Saturday, don't be late, Kit!" He grinned at Remus and me.
Remus shook his head, "I'm still a prefect, I'm not sure you should be telling me when you're planning to throw a party,"
Lily dipped her head closer, "Don't worry about it, Gideon's not worried, he looks like he could go for a party," She pointed at Gideon in the Keeper's net, half asleep as he waited for some action to make its way down the field.
I found myself watching him on his broom, yawning as he leaned back lazily. He made Quidditch look like child's play, he was quick and so balanced when he was in a good game but when things were slow like most of our games with Hufflepuff went, he sat back and watched the game play around him.I was horrible on a broom, which was exactly why I wasn't out there right now. I liked riding, just not one to handle balance the best while I rode it.
"Prewett is barely a prefect," Remus scoffed, glancing back at the redhead. Gideon yawned and stretched his arm out again, "He could care less at this point, he's obviously checked out,"
Gideon finally glanced over at Sirius chatting with us in the stands while the rest of the team was pulling the weight, not that there was much, to begin with, Hufflepuff had started giving up after the last points we scored. Gideon gave Sirius a warning whistle, calling him back over. Sirius glanced back at Gideon. It was a moment before he lifted his hand to wave in my direction with a faint smile and a quick wink. Sirius looked at me again before he rolled his eyes, joining his team towards the center of the field again.
"Can't believe he's gonna let them throw a party," Remus shook his head.
"I won't miss out on a party, because you're feeling grumpy," I scolded Remus. He rolled his eyes glancing across the field.
"Potter has caught the golden snitch!" The student announcer, Frank Longbottom called out.
"Gryffindor wins!" He announced excitedly.
The conversation was quickly dropped as the stands rippled in excitement. It hadn't been a surprise to anyone that we won, but that didn't mean we weren't going to celebrate like it was our first win ever.
"No signs for party poopers," I stuck my tongue at Remus, snatching the lion head poster from his hands.
Dorcas cheered loudly behind me, her sign folded now folded Lily's arm. Lily walked down with Remus and me, while Dorcas ran down ahead of us to the field to find Marlene. Sirius found me before I had a chance to find him, hooking his arms around me from behind.
The stench of sweat and overused quidditch equipment filled my nose, he stunk like a wet dog in the worst possible way. I tried shoving Sirius off my shoulder but his hand caught my shoulder before I could, hugging me under his arm.
"Have I won my prize yet?" He smirked pressing a wet kiss to my cheek.
"What prize would that be?" Remus arched his brow.
I shoved Sirius off my back, moving out his reach, "He thinks I'm going to let him take me to Hogsmeade this weekend before the party if they won. Which might I remind you, Sirius, is something I never agreed to," I point out.
Sirius fakes a quick pout, "You're never much fun, Katherine," My name falls from his lips with a teasing grin before he laughs it off, turning towards Lily and Dorcas congratulating him. I watch Remus's smile drop as Sirius joins the rest of the team again.
"Hey, there's a reason I'm not going with him, Moony," I reminded Remus quietly so only he heard.
The faint outline of his smile returned as he glanced back at me. Remus tucked me under his arm snuggly trying to brush it off as best as he could.  Ignoring the tapping of butterfly wings at my stomach walls, I leaned my head against his arm. The phantoms of a past crush still teased my heart sometimes.
"I know, Kit," He mumbled weakly, pressing a soft kiss against my blonde hair, “Thank you,”
Remus always did seem the most composed out of the four boys. Peter had been similar to Sirius and James in their spiritedly carefree walks about life but Remus held himself a bit above, holding his head up, he had more to prove. I could relate, it wasn't entirely easy being raised by muggles.
The bond we had developed was different from the other three. Sirius was flirty and reckless. While James was naive and too worried about impressing Lily to even notice what he was doing half the time, and Peter, he had a way of just going along with wherever the other three lead him. Remus knew what kind of pressure I had already been putting on myself, and he did what he could to take the pressure away. I knew a secret of his that he wasn't ready to share with anyone and it must've been his way of repaying me for being discreet. He made me feel the most like home.
February 1975
Remus looked out the window of Honeydukes, the rain was thick and heavy outside. It looked like a rainforest as the dark clouds hung over the village. As he glanced back at me, he gave a weak shrug.
"Looks like we're getting rained in," He replied glancing out the window again.
I could see our peers rushing into the nearest shop to escape the pounding rain. I tried to find Mary but it looked like she had managed to escape the rain in a different store.
Remus's hands brushed past mine, "Come on, I'm not waiting for this," he groaned, tugging at my hand.
"Where are we going?" I asked, following behind Remus's lead.
He paused at the door to the back office, "You can't tell anyone I showed you this, especially Sirius and James." He told me, cracking open the door slightly to usher me into the office.
I slipped inside, taking in the backstock candy that filled the shelves. Remus carefully shut the door behind, checking for anyone behind us as he did. He knelt on the ground lifting a rug from the ground revealing a door.
"What's that?" I bent down inspecting the trap door.
"Our ticket out of here," He smiled, opening it to reveal a ladder leading to a dark hallway, "I'll go first and help you down," Remus insisted slipping down the ladder skillfully.
I was in awe, this was just hiding beneath the shop this whole time? He flicked his wand quickly lighting it up, offering his hand to me as I made my way down. I watched my feet carefully on each wrung, it wasn't too far of a height but it was dark and a little slippery. My bones instantly chilled as a breeze rippled through the tunnel.
Remus extended his hand out to mine, "If you want it, you can hold my hand since it's kind of dark."
I nodded without hesitation taking his hand, "Thanks," I added with a mutter.
We walked in silence, my hand tightly gripped to his. My heartbeat was wicked against my chest, and I tried to ignore the little flutters that were brewing in my stomach. I could feel Remus's thumb pad across the back of my hand as held onto mine. He glanced down at me with a small smile, causing my heart to hiccup.
I'd be lying if I hadn't developed a small crush on him. He was always so kind, and endearing. He was handsome and smart. Hell, he gave me chocolate whenever I saw him! I was beginning to find everything about him perfect. But he was one of my best friends, I couldn't just do that.
"I've got something to ask you," I blurt out breaking the silence.
He turned to me with a slight grin waiting for my question.
"Have you ever liked a friend?" I asked.
"What do you mean by that?" Remus questioned glancing at our connected hands.
"Like have a crush on your friend?" I clarified, hoping my heartbeat wasn't giving me away, to me it was deafening.
His smile faded, "Did Lily say something?" He questioned nervously.
I had to fight my jaw from slipping, what did Lily know, "No," I answered quickly shaking my head in confusion.
"Oh, I mean I guess I might or might have at some point in time, why do you ask?" Remus quirked an eyebrow at me.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
My heartbeat just kept getting heavier against my chest, Say it you big baby, I bullied myself.
"I like you, Remus," I blurt as I pushed up on my toes to peck his lips.
My eyes shift to my feet to scared to catch his expression as I pull away. The silence was colder than the rain would've been. I was wishing I had gone out in the storm instead of this storm brewing down here. I forced myself to look up at him. His hand had slipped from mine as he tugged lightly at his waves.
He sighed, "Kit, I-"
"I think you're a great friend, it's just I'm not- I'm not into..." He was anxious and stammering his words, like my confession was a domino effect to him, "Katherine... I think I'm gay." He admits.
My lips fell open, "Oh. Why didn't I think of that?" I mumbled embarrassed backing from Remus a bit, giving him space.
"It's not like something I really know if I am or not for sure, I hadn't even kissed a girl yet... until now" He began, "Don't say anything though, I'm not entirely sure what I am...I'm sorry," He stuttered.
I shook my head, raising my hand defensively, "I'm so sorry, my lips are sealed. I won't say a word, I promise!" I squeaked, "I misread the moment, I'm sorry, Remus I-" I started stumbling over my words in an embarrassing jumble.
Remus shook his head, "I'm sorry, too..." He got quieter as his cheeks turned pink.
"May I ask who it is though?" I mumbled in curiosity, "My curiosity is honestly killing me now,"
Remus nodded with a small grin, "I'll tell you, but let's get out of here first."
"Mind telling me how you knew about this little hidey-hole also?" I questioned.
Remus smirked, "Then I'd have to kill you, Kit," He shrugged.
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“Your Keeping me in buisness dumbass”
Bakugo x Firefighter Fem! reader
“Your keeping the fire house active Dynamight” Y/N states as she brushes her hair back into the tight low bun.
“I don’t cause that many fucking fire dumbass” is the explosion hero’s only retort.
“I have dug through your rubble. And I don’t only put out YOUR fires. Just. Mostly yours. I’ve put out more of your fires than any other hero.Except maybe Endeavour. Don’t lie to me” is her only reply smiling dryly.
The blonde hero rolls his red eyes. Knowing she’s probably right. Well half right. At least about Endeavour.
“Do you wanna make a bet on that Chief?” He asks knowing she will probably not be able to resist the challenge.
“What’s the bet? And what will I get once I win?” She asks a mischievous on smirk on her face. The mud on her forehead cracking with the raise of her brow. She’s definitely intrigued.
“If I can cut down need for fire and rescue during my patrols by 10-no “ he starts but the look she gave him made him realize that a measly 10 percent wouldn’t be enough of a challenge.
“-25 percent in a month successfully you have to go to the fucking stupid ass hero gala with me.”
“And if you don’t, you have to let me make a public statement with your agency about you and how you cause fire and rescue to be so busy, oh and you have to dress up as the firehouse Dalmatian for a week. Including during hero work.” Is her rebuttal.
“That’s fucking insane.”
“No if I have to go and buy a fucking red carpet ready ball gown or evening gown or whatever and take myself off the schedule to be around hero’s who think less of fire and rescue because we don’t beat villains to a pulp and we don’t have the strongest quirks or they say now we’re actually useless because of the high saturation of hero’s in Japan. I am the fire chief and I still deserve some fucking respect” she fires back, her retort stuns the explosion based hero.
He might have to loose to prove to Japan that the rescue operations are still necessary.
And she’s so cute when she gets heated.
And if he doesn’t just love a fiery woman who would stand her ground.
And god he’s loved her since he saw her kick down a door in a burning apartment building holding a baby in her arms telling him “MOVE BITCH I HAVE A CRYING BABY IN MY ARMS AND YOUR BREATHING A HELLUVA LOT OF SMOKE” whilst in the stairwell where he sat because he was way to dizzy.
She grabbed his arm and just told him to get on her back. He never expected for her to lift him onto her back and carry him down three flights of stairs with zero visibility. With a sobbing baby in her arms. Within 10 minutes he was outside. The baby unharmed and the family’s hero Dynamight inhaling oxygen from a plastic mask that she forced on his face.
She was beautiful then. Her face covered by a mask but small tufts of her hair flying from under her helmet and mask.
Now he visits twice a month at the fire house. Just to see her face.
“Fine. It’s a deal” bakugo answers pulling himself out of his train of thought.
She smiles wide.
“Let’s do it”.
This is a small work in progress. I’m excited to continue this♥️♥️♥️
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Thin White Line (Part 4)
Summary: Y/N Harrington and Billy Hargrove are the most unlikely of best friends. Each harbors feelings for the other that neither of them wishes to tell the other. Only, the longer they spend together the longer the thin white line of friendship seems to disappear.
Pairing: Harrington!Y/N x Billy Hargrove.
Warnings: language and mention of past abuse
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"Frustrating! That's what it fucking is Eds! Fucking frustrating; like what the fuck was I supposed to say?!" I flop on top of Eddie's bed with a yell of frustration into his pillow before turning my head so I didn't suffocate myself in the fabric.
The sound of the metal head rummaging around his dresser drawers as he spoke made me look over my shoulder at the long-haired senior as he grabbed his pre-rolled joint and a pack of Marlboro that I favored since I feel up to getting high with him right now; he knew me so well that he knew weed wouldn't calm this sort of meltdown. Eddie turned lazily and reached out to hit play on his record player as he passed by allowing Metallica to grace his bedroom with the rifts of their guitars.
"You could tell him the truth," he commented as he flopped back onto the bed beside me making me bounce before he tossed the pack of cigs beside me.
Rolling my eyes I turned my body so that I was leaning against the headboard shoulder to shoulder with the man before I grabbed the cigarettes; plucking one from the carton and allowing Eddie the light it for me before lighting his own.
"He already knows the truth, Eddie. I was drunk off my ass and don't remember shit!" I finally reply through a cloud of smoke as I exhale and wave the stick around between my fingers; my smoke mixing it with the deep herbal stench of the rolled joint he was smoking.
"Nah Darlin, I'm talking about telling him the truth about liking the man. Don't see what you do to swoon over him but to each their own, I guess. We wouldn't have been friends if we judged each other on tastes now would we?" he gave me a cheeky little smile making me scoff and roll my eyes allowing my head to thunk sideways into his lanky shoulder but that only helped hide the little grin on my lips.
"I can't tell him, Eddie. Cause if I tell him he'll seriously be done with me. Like….the past two years meant fucking nothing sort of done with me." I finally replied as I take a drag feeling my chest tighten at the idea. "Frankly, I dunno if I'm ready to say goodbye."
"So cynical." Eddie tapped my thigh. "You don't give yourself enough credit sweets. If he truly gives up because of one small mistake-"
"We fucked Eddie. Billy and I fucked. That I would consider is a big mistake." I interrupt but he only shot me a look down his nose as he continued as if I hadn't interrupted him.
"All I'm saying is it might not be such a bad thing yall bumped uglies. Might finally force you to stop playing this cat and mouse shit and fess up the fact that you like each other." he shrugged making my head bobble on his shoulder.
I pursed my lips; biting at the inside of my cheek as I thoughtfully mulled it over. See, everything seemed so natural and simple when I sit here talking to Eddie. Maybe that's why I like going to him whenever I have a melt-down crisis that Steve or Nancy just possibly wouldn't be able to help me sort. Also helps that Eddie likes to stay out of my business and only watch from the outside which gives really good advice which shocks people half the time because no one considers Eddie to me a sentimental or someone who gives good advice. Maybe I'm just special.
Turning to my side I peer up at him through droopy lids as I comment softly. "And what if he kicks me to the curb." there was much doubt in my voice and whatever Eddie saw in my face when he looked down at me made the man give me one of his rarest heart-stopping smiles before reaching over to pet my hair.
"Well if he kicks you to the curb, you know you'll always be welcome to fall back on me," he replied warmly.
We sat like that for the next few hours. Allowing the toxins of the things we smoked to fog out brains and cool our motors for a while. I needed this; even if I wasn't getting high off of weed like Eddie. I needed this time away from the good life and away from what I was familiar with to just look at everything from a different perspective. There were so many ifs and buts that could go right and wrong in this situation but Eddie was right. I wouldn't know what Billy really thought unless I fessed up and talked to him. It wouldn't be easy by a long shot and it wasn't just because the man ignored my presence at school for the past week. Even Steve was acting like a normal brother all concerned and the like whenever he'd notice how withdrawn I had been that week. Well, a lot is more withdrawn than my usual behavior. Nancy tried that 'girl talk' to try and get information out of me but she was unsuccessful mostly because I just ditched her altogether in favor of being alone. Locking myself in my room at home and refused to answer anyone who knocked. That was until I decided I needed advice from my good old pal Eddie. Thank god for him. Dunno what I'd do without that man.
Eddie dropped me off at my place later that evening. The first stars were just scattered along the horizon when I headed up to my front door. Inside the lights were on and Steve's car was parked in the drive. Our parents were out on another trip or another which just left me and Steve to our own devices. On any normal day like this he and I might pick up a movie from the FV that he worked at to watch for tonight but when I walked inside I saw him and Nancy cuddling on the sofa already busy watching a movie; well I mean they would have been if they were glued to each other's faces like some sucker fishes. My nose crinkled in disgust as I stood in the doorway staring at them in silence when they stared right back at me wide-eyed and a little flustered realizing they got caught. Steve was the first to rise from the sofa while trying to fix his messed-up hair.
"H-hey Y/N! We didn't know you were gonna be home. Err did you want some pizza we ordered some earlier and there should be some left in the kitchen."
I just stood there staring between them until they shifted awkwardly. Glad to see that they were uncomfortable I allowed a small smile to grace my face and I shook my head. "Nah, I'm good thanks though. Eddie and I grabbed some grub on the way home." I replied before moving up the stairs to give them privacy.
I could hear their hushed voices from downstairs as I closed my door and leaned up against it with a heavy sigh. Rubbing a tired hand over my face and stared into the depth of my room. I knew I couldn't go around pretending everything was fine. I tried doing this earlier and it just felt so wrong. I was never good at make-believe. I planned on just going to bed and was just about to slide in after changing into some loose-fitted shorts and a matching top when my phone rang on my nightstand. I jumped staring at it like a girl from some horror flick before I snatched up the receiver.
"Yeah. I mean hello?" I replied frazzled into the line.
"My house, we gotta talk." Billy? what the fuck was Billy doing calling me? He never called me. Hell, we barely ever talked on the phone.
At first, I thought it was because of what happened; us sleeping together part. But then again it could always be something to do with his dad. He'd come to find me in person usually if he and his dad got into another fight so it was weird that he was calling. Especially paired with the fact that the boy had been ignoring me at school, outright avoiding me anytime we were in eyesight of each other.
"Err well I'm sort of in my pajamas right now and was about to turn in early-" I began but his voice a little harsher down on the other line made me tremble in an anxious manner
"Now Harrington!" he barked before the line went dead.
Feeling apprehension I carefully put down the receiver before staring at my walls a moment as if whatever I needed to find was going to be right there. But of course, it wasn't and I forced myself to climb from my bed in order to dress in an oversized T-shirt and some jeans. I quickly snagged Steve's keys for the car on my way out; being careful not to be seen or caught which wasn't too hard since the pair were making out again. Let's just say I'm going to be highly disturbed for a while after hearing my brother moaning like some teenage boy at whatever the hell Nancy was doing to him. The drive to the Hargrove home wasn't too far but far enough that I didn't want to be walking home alone so I was glad that I managed to grab Steve's car for a bit. I pulled up to the curb by the mailbox and got out. The house itself was dark except for one room which I think was Billy's. His dad's car wasn't in the drive thank god; that would have been an awkward encounter. It took me a good minute just standing at his front door before I had the courage to knock and when I did it didn't take long for the door to swing open. The sight in front of me made me gasp. Even in the dim light of the street lamps couldn't hide the mess his face looked even in the shadows. He didn't say anything as he grabbed my upper arm and dragged me inside the darkness of the house before the slam of the door shut us inside the pitch blackness of the living room.
I didn't know if I should say something or what I should do so I just stood there listening to nothing but Billy's heavy breaths. Was he mad at me? I mean, he had to be if he called me out here after ignoring me all weak. But I wanted to ask him about his face. Why it looked like he'd taken a beating. A part of me felt queasy to my stomach at the thought of what the cause could have been. Was it his dad? Yeah, I knew about his dad. Kinda hard not to put the pieces together over the years. Mr. Hargrove always carried that aura of temper about him even when he was pretending to be a gracious host. The hot touch of Billy's hand slipping into mine startled me as he pulled me deeper inside the house towards his room where the light was coming from and I could see the tension of his back and shoulders as he led me further into the light. When he turned my hand flew to my mouth to muffle the noise that came from my throat. He looked fucking awful! The gash along his cheekbone was fresh and he had a split lip too. A bruise around his eye was healing; my guess was about a week old since it was so discolored in pale yellow and green. His face looked so haggard and tired-looking evening beneath all that damage; he looked like he hadn't been sleeping recently. Not at all the put-together cocky bastard, I was used to seeing at school. Was this what he was hiding the past week from me?
"How…what?" I stammered reaching toward his face. I was staring so hard at his injuries that I didn't notice the way his face seemed to just melt into my touch as if relieved at my presence.
"My old man." he shrugged almost as if it didn't matter. But it did. Oh, fuck it did! It mattered to me. I'd seen what his father could do but in the state Billy was in I'd never seen Mr. Hargrove lash out that much.
"Billy…I'm sorry…why? What caused this?" I traced his cheek right below the gash on his face and his hands came up to grasp at my wrists as his red-rimmed blue eyes stared into my own
"You Y/N. You caused this."
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rk8connorzz · 1 year
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𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 2 // 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶
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Note: I know the timing isn’t canon really, but don’t mind it just go along with it xoxo
- A few months after Chapter One - I haven't let go. My partner, Hank Anderson, thinks it's just a stupid obsession. "You'll get over it." He always tells me. But I've only missed him more and more ever since. I was investigating a new case at my home. An android who murdered a woman in front of the sex club, the Eden Club. That place always made me sick. I was informed me and Hank have been assigned to the deviancy case, as well as a new android to assist us. Though, I'm unsure if Hank was informed. He was doing his regular activities, getting drunk at Jimmy's Bar. I would've come along, but I needed to work on this case. My hand rested on my head, massaging it. I had a terrible headache. Just the day before, I was drinking away my sorrows with Hank. The hangover from the night before gave me the worst headache. I'm too lazy to walk up and get some Aspirin. I had multiple band-aids on my face. I had a large cut on my eyebrow and my cheekbone from a fight last night Hank had to break up. I'm not responsible while I'm drunk, that's for damn sure.
*Knock Knock Knock*
The three knocks on my door brought me back to reality. I wasn't expecting anybody, and I'm not visitor friendly with how my house looks and how I'm dressed. Despite barely being able to stand, I forced myself to go answer the door anyways. I almost collapsed underneath my weight, but managed to latch on to things around my house to situate myself as I made my way to the door. The person rang the doorbell over and over. "Anybody home?" The voice yelled. A.. familiar voice. "Yeah! Hold on just a bit!" I yelled back in reply. I looked in through the peephole just out of curiosity.
What.
What!?
He..he's here. I stood in disbelief. It's been so long. My hand rested over my mouth. My trembling hand gripped the doorknob to swing it open slightly. "Hello, Detective." He greeted. "I- Hey, Connor!" Then came the familiar feeling. My cheeks swelled red with all the blood flooding into them. How my body felt like it was on fire. "May I come in?" He asked, politely. "Uh- Yeah, sure." I moved to the side to let him in. "Sorry, I wasn't uhm.. expecting anyone. What do you need?" I'm never this polite with anyone. I'm irritated with almost everyone I meet, why does this feel different? I feel like I have to be polite, I want him to think I'm a good person. I need to alter my personality as much as I can around him so he doesn't think lowly of me. Why am I holding myself to such a high standard for this man that I barely even know? God! "I apologize for arriving at such short notice. You were assigned a case early this evening. A homicide, involving a Cyberlife android. In accordance with procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators." I let my head down and shook it, sighing. "Fuck. Fowler is kicking my ass with these cases, huh? What about Hank?" His LED shone yellow, before circling back to a shade of ocean blue. "Lieutenant Anderson? I was going to look for him after I got you." "Oh yeah? Well, good luck. He's at Jimmy's Bar getting drunk to forget about life. He's easily agitated when it comes to androids." His company to me still had some getting used to. I was so worried about driving him off, but it seems to be going well so far. "So I was told, but I assure you, I'll be alright." There he goes again, smiling with that stupid smile. Making me feel like I'm about to fall over. He was a piece of art, and I could stare at him forever. Every small moment we spent together, even if short-lived, sucked the rot out of my bloodstream. He was my only remedy for this vast loneliness.
"Yeah, I'm sure you'll be fine. Hold on, let me get a little more prepared." He sat down on the couch and waited for me patiently. I slipped on my jacket over my bare arms and then walked upstairs to the bathroom. I looked at my band-aids in the mirror and decided to take them off. They weren't too deep, so I don't need to have them covered all the time. My hair was a tad messy, but I didn't bother with it. It'll just evolve into me getting more pissed off at my hair for not cooperating. I slipped on my boots which were next to the bathroom door and almost ran down the stairs.
"Hey, Con." He turned around to face me, his back still turned away from me though. "What happened to your face?" I laughed at his reaction. "Nothing important. Just a bar fight. I get in them all the time, the other person just was a little stronger than I initially thought." "I understand. Please, try to take care of yourself. The wounds don't seem too detrimental, that's a relief." He said while standing up from his spot. I felt so at home just in his mere presence. He just had to show that he cared, and that sold me. He was my favorite part of being alive and dear god. If I lose him for that long again, I'm unsure of what I'll do. I've fallen so deeply in love with him in such a short amount of time, it seems unnatural. If only I could control these overwhelming emotions, this won't be as awkward as it is.
"Detective? Are you alright?" "Yeah, sorry. Let's just go." He nodded while walking, I grabbed an umbrella with my hand that wasn't reaching over to grab my car keys. "Would you like me to drive?" Connor broke the silence between us with his polite request. "Sure. Here." I tossed the keys over to him to which he swiftly grasped them in his palm. His stare almost felt piercing. Like he was looking straight through me. Who am I kidding? My obsession with him is probably so easy to notice. Even if I didn't think so. I was lost in his eyes. Eye contact was hard to keep, but he never seemed to break it with me. 
- Small Time Skip - 
"You seem to be staring at me, Detective. Is there something wrong?" I realized I was staring directly at him without really realizing it. "No. You're just nice to look at." His gaze softened at the gesture. "Most of the people at the predicament stated you were an unpleasant person to be around. That doesn't seem to be the case. In any case, thank you. You're quite nice to look at as well." Did he mean that? Maybe it was just a program of his talking. "We're here," Connor said. I looked outside. Jimmy's Bar was always a hotspot for people looking for some trouble, or just for some closure. Detroit has been in an age of drugs and alcohol for around 5 years now. And no matter how many drug busts occur, red ice dealers never seem to give up selling some of it to their consumers. We both exited the vehicle and walked toward the bar. "I'll wait outside, I'd rather not be tempted to buy a few drinks before we go." Connor seemed to agree with what I said. Does he know I have a hangover? Probably. It took him a while before he finally walked out of the bar with Hank. Connor wasn't torn in half and Hank wasn't strangling the life out of Connor, so I'll take that they're gonna get along perfectly.
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ladywren7 · 2 years
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That's My Girl
By Ladywren7
DO NOT COPY/REPOST!!
WARNING: Cussing
Rated: General Audience
Summary: In short, Hera tells Sabine to kick Kanan's ass in Trials of the Darksaber.
Notes: For @webtrinsic1122
Idea by Webtrinsic suggested to me
I hope you like it!
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After moments of silence of watching over Ezra and Sabine dueling, Kanan's comlink suddenly went off. He held it up and answered, "I read you Hera."
"It's been a couple of days," Hera's angelic alto came through the speaker. "I wanted to see how things are going."
Kanan sighed, it had only been two days and he already felt exhausted. "Slowly. Ezra's still taking her through the basic forms with the training sabers."
On the other end, Hera sat confused in the nose gun chair, what the heck did he mean by training sabers, and why was he using them?
"Training sabers? You mean those sticks you and Zeb made?" She replied, she felt a bit of frustration building up in her, but she made sure not to project it into her voice, she wanted to hear his reason.
"I'm being careful," is all Kanan said back.
Hera raised a brow, now intensely puzzled, "...Were you careful with Ezra? I don't remember him fighting with a stick."
On the other end Kanan gave a light huff, "Well, maybe I'm trying to do things differently this time."
Hera allowed herself to let a bit of frustration flow into her voice, "Or maybe because she doesn't have the force you don't believe she can do this."
Kanan replied almost immediately, he felt not only Hera's frustration but his own as well. "No, the force resides in all living things but you have to be open to it. Sabine is...blocked. Her mind is conflicted, she's so expressive yet so tightly wound, she's so..." He couldn't find the words.
"Mandalorian," Hera assisted.
Kanan tilted his head back and let out a groan. "Very."
Hera decided to leave the subject be for now, hopefully Kanan would come to the realization that she didn't need those sticks on his own instead of her needing to talk some sense into him. "I'll be sending out supplies, is there anything specific that you need?"
"Patience, understanding..." Kanan began to list. Hera could tell he was quite tired, but he had to be strong.
"Hmm..." Hera chuckled, "I'll see what I can do."
They ended their conversation with that and Hera went to get some caf, while back at the training camp Kanan sighed as we watched Ezra train Sabine.
Later Fenn Rau dropped by and gave Sabine Mandalorian cufflinks, she decided to use them to her advantage, but made the mistake of using them on Kanan. He immediately cut through the golden lasso of a laser she'd wrapped around him and scolded her, mentioning Jedi and Mandalorian history.
Fed up, Sabine stormed off to process her feelings and past in the nature of Atallon, leaving Kanan, Ezra, and Fenn at the camp.
Ezra went after her, but after talking with Sabine for a short while she sent him off on a sad note and immediately regretted it.
After Ezra left she kicked the nearest rock out of frustration and walked some more. Little did she know it was actually Bendu... "Why am I like this?" She asked herself out loud, knowing she was out of earshot of the camp.
"Why doesn't Kanan let me use the actual saber instead in some stupid stick!" "Why do I always end up hurting someone, someone I love, someone who didn"t deserve it?"
"Why did I let Ezra walk away?" She asked as she walked around. "I could have stopped him and apologized. Why do I let myself get so angry over little things? Now everyone at camp thinks I'm a brat, great."
"No one trusted me with that saber anyway, they made me take it and then they didn't even let me use the damn thing. Who cares, I'm just a lost cause anyway..." She concluded, sitting down on another rock. She was tired, stressed, and frustrated all at the same time, she hated when she felt.
Suddenly her comlink chimed, and yet she didn't want to pick up, she knew someone would scold her the next time they saw her if she didn't. "Yes?" She answered, though she was frustrated, she was brought up to be respectful no matter what she was feeling.
But when she heard the voice on the other end, she quickly apologized for the slight sarcasm. "Sabine?" Hera's voice asked, "You sound upset, is everything alright?"
"Nope," Sabine stated flatly.
Hera furrowed her brows on the other end, "Would you like to talk about it?"
Sabine sighed, she didn't usually talk to anyone about her feelings, but right now, she wanted to get at least some of it out. "Yeah, I do."
Hera was probably the only person Sabine trusted with her feelings, and even then she didn't tell her most of them, the last time she really vented to Hera was when they were stranded on the abandoned base with the fyrnocks, and even then that was years ago.
She had trust issues from the beginning and she knew it, but how was she supposed to trust anyone again after the nightmare of a life she lived before she met the crew?
No one ever blamed her for the issue though, they all knew where she was coming from and understood her position.
But as she talked to Hera, she realized that maybe she should start letting go a bit, start unraveling the tight cloth which trapped her within its grasp. It would take time, obviously, but it would be worth it, she hoped.
"And then Kanan won't let me use the actual saber, he just has me training with a freaking stick..." She continued.
Hera paused.
"He- he hasn't let you use the saber?" There was a tint of frustration in her voice which made Sabine a bit scared for Kanan.
"No."
"That's it." Hera stated, "Look, I'm going to be honest with you. You don't have the force, that's fine, you may not have wanted to do this in the first place, okay, but he not letting you use the damn thing is absolute bullshit."
Sabine was shocked, she was not expecting that as a reply.
"I love Kanan with all my heart, but sometimes he can be a bit of a pain in the neck, so here's what we're going to do. I'm going to call him and force him to let you use the saber, and when he does, I want you to kick his ass. Show him you're fully capable of doing this, and you don't need some stick to prove it."
Sabine was hesitant to reply, "What if you can't convince him?"
Sabine had to pull the com away from her for a bit from the loud laugh Hera let out. "Oh trust me, I have my ways, and if he doesn't comply he'll be sleeping on the couch."
Sabine chuckled, "If you say so. I'm not sure we should do this though, I'm still not feeling all that confident about the saber, if he beats me I'll let you down."
Hera sighed, "Sabine, you could never let me down. You don't have to completely destroy him, but I do want you to teach him a lesson. And winning at least one round with the saber would get the message through."
"...Okay, I'll do it," Sabine finally said.
"That's my girl," Hera replied, Sabine could tell she was smiling on the other end. "Now go, and try your best."
"I will," Sabine smiled, hanging up and running back to the camp. It was already nightfall, sure, but that would only make her victory look even cooler.
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hawks-dabi-levi · 1 year
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Unjustified part/chapter two-
It's been a week since I joined UA. First years are still getting ready for the Sports Fest tomorrow and I as a third year have to also participate since i'm with them. I met the big three yesterday. Miro was cool for the most part, he's always so happy it's kinda concerning. Hado is somewhat the same in that regard, she asks a lot of personal questions though. Amajiki is a different story. He's so shy and reserved, I don't think that he even wanted to meet me on his own accord. I'm sure that Hado probably forced him to but I'm glad. They all are amazing and I'm glad to call them my closest friends now. Me and Hado made plans for the mall this weekend and the boys are wanting to spar a bit too.
Walking down the corridor to the 1-A classroom, I hear some commotion. As I got closer, it became louder so I pulled the door open to see what was going on. I saw Mina trying to get Bakugo to apologize to Midoriya.
“ I'm not Apologizing to that damn nerd!” the blond shouted.
“ No, you will apologize to the sweet cinnamon roll,” Mina said matter of factly.
Midoryia was just in the corner trying to avoid Bakugo’s wrath.
“ Bakugo, just apologize. It's not that hard.” I said as I walked to my seat next to Todoroki. I was not ready to tell with his shit today.
“ NO WAY! And don't tell me what to do, weather girl!” he, again, shouted.
“ My quirk has nothing to do with weather, I can control elements and atoms that are around me. plus , i haven't even used the other part of my quirk yet” i stated, putting my head in my hand and my expression being one that looked bored.
“YOU’VE BEEN HOLDING BACK ON ME!?” he shouts and launches himself in my direction. I didn't let myself react as my E/c eyes turned to a deep purple. Bakugo stopped in his tracks, eyes glazed over in a lavender hue.
“ Turn around” I commanded and he did as told.
“ Now apologize to Midoriya, and mean it,” I said. Again, he did as he was told
“ I-I-I’m s-s-sorry” he said, attempting to fight for my mind control. I allowed the connection to drop as steam came from bakugo. He turned slowly towards me and gave me a look that could kill.
“ I’ll kill you,” he seethed. I shrugged off the threat as he stomped back to his seat. The bell rang and Aizawa stepped into class, beginning class.
“ Hey Y/n” Hado said as she learned the bench I was sitting on in the outside sitting area.
“ Hey, what's up?” I said as I bit into my burger.
“ Nothing really, just wanted to come sit with you, plus the boys are nowhere so” she said and sat next to me and started to eat her lunch as well.
We talked about little things like how classes were and what we had planned for the weekend and before we knew it the bell rang to signal the end of lunch.
“Aw, it's time for training already?” Hado whined as she got up and threw her tray in the trash. “ I’ll see you later, ok Y/n?” she said as she started to walk off.
“ Yeah, see ya later!” i called as i headed back to Class 1-A
When training started, I was ready to kick some ass but I ended up sitting out because it was just for the First years.
“ This is a practice for the first years only. If you like, you can go home” Aizawa said as he waved me off and walked over to the first years.
Now I was just sitting on the roof, playing with a string from my bag. The breeze felt amazing as it swept through my hair. I looked up to the sky and thought of my parents and my brother. Could they be watching me right now? What would they think of me going to UA? Would they be proud?
“ Mom, Dad, Yugi, I hope you all are proud of me.” I spoke to the sky. “ I'm trying to move on, but it's so hard, even when it was so long ago. I found a good home and some good friends. I miss you guys.” I finished softly.
“Well, that's kinda depressing don't you think?” a voice said behind me.
Out of fear and reflex, I shot my hand out and created a giant gust of wind, decreasing the temperature due to my fright. As I turned to look at who it was, I saw a man with Crimson Red wings and somewhat goldish blond hair.
We stared at each other for a moment as I tried to recollect myself. Slowly I increased the temperature to normal and slowed the speed of the wind, making it come to a stop.
“Dang, if my wings weren’t closed, I may have blown away,” he sighed in relief as he warmed back up. Once he recollected himself, he walked up to the edge next to me still standing.
“ You’re Pro Hero Hawks aren't you.” I stated rather than questioned.
“ That I am.” he smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. None of the interviews on tv or the shots of him caught by fans show him giving a genuine smile.
“ Your smile doesn't reach your eyes,” I pointed out.
“ Oh? and how do you know that kid?” he said as he looked at the sky with me.
Keeping my gaze to the sky, I said “ Takes one to know one I guess. I'm sure all the fame isn't what it's cracked up to be.” It couldn't be that great. Fans following you everywhere you go, cameras flashing in your eyes, not a lot of privacy, all the theories of an affair or relationship with another pro or a civilian.
“ Then why were you here at UA, sounds a bit hypocritical.” he laughed as he turned his gaze to me.
“ Because it's what I want to do, being a hero to me is saving the ones who need it. Sure fame and riches is a good bonus but that's not the actual goal” i said i turned to him.
His eyes were widened a fraction but he composed himself quickly. “ I guess that's a good way to look at it, hope you know what you're going into, kid, it's pretty dangerous out here” he said as he turned back to the sky, head tilted up with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed.
“ I do, somewhat at least” I sighed as I got up and dusted myself off. My phone had started ringing and Hawks had opened one eye, side glanced at me. I had pulled out my phone to see that it was Angie. She normally doesn't call during school unless something is up. So i answered
“ Hey Angie, what’s wrong?” I asked. Hawks seemed to be listening in if his feathers were any indication.
“ Y/n, i need you to come home now, be ready to pack your things.” she said. Her voice sounded panicked and out of breath.
“ Hold on, what's going on, tell me what's wrong.” I consoled, trying to calm her down so she could take a breath and speak regularly.
“ He’s back, he's coming to get you, he's coming to get us.” she said as her breather shook and went more ragged.
“ What do you mean he? Who could you possibly-” I paused.
“Mama come on!”
“ Y/N! STOP!”
Mom…
“Sweetheart, Stay Back”
Dad…
“ I'll be there in a minute”
Yugi…
My eyes widened in realization and fear.
“ oh my god” Angie's voice said over the phone. “ he’s here” her voice quivered
“Angie, forget about the shit, get out of there now!” I said, my voice quivered like her yet more booming and desperate. Hawks’s face looked more serious and his gaze was set on me, more directed to my phone.
“Y/n i don’t have anywhere to go! I don't know what to do!” she whispered frantically as she kept her breath shallow so she wouldn't be heard by the man. Hawks gave me a pointed look and I put it on speaker for him to hear better.
“Heyo, this is Pro Hero Hawks, can you tell me where you are?” he spoke into the phone.
“ Y/n’s with you? Nevermind Y/n, Stay with him. He could protect you.” she said, still panting from fear.
“ Hold on, I'm not the one in danger, you are, now please tell us where you are.” I said, trying to keep myself level headed.
“ There you are, You Little Bitch” a masculin voice came through the phone. My eyes bulged.
“ ANGIE!” I yelled into the device.
“ Y/n…I love you….” she said, next thing i hear is a scream and a maniacal laugh then the phone went silent. Me and Hawks stood there waiting for a sound. A few moments passed until we heard a pant and a chuckle.
“ You can’t hide from me… I will find you and your entire lineage will be gone, never will the goddesses rise again,” Then the phone line went dead.
I fell to my knees, my legs giving out. I couldn't let out any sobs, any tears. I just felt…numb. Completely and utterly numb. I felt nothing…
“ Let's get off the roof, it's probably best to get your teacher as well.” Hawks said as he looked at the door.
I just sat there, i didn't want to move, i couldn't.
Angie…
“ You don't want to be late for your first day, do you?
I’m sorry…
“ Y/n, are you ready?”
I’m so sorry…
“Y/n…I love you”
“ I'm so so sorry!” I said aloud, my hands clutching my chest. It's all my fault, everything. Mom and dad's death, Yugi’s death, now Angie’s too.
“ it's all my fault…” I whispered. Finally, the pain took its toll, tears wetting my face, traveling down my neck to pool at my collarbone. Sobs wreaked through me and i couldn't stop them
“ it's not your fault” i heard Hawks say yet i couldn't face him. I finally meet him in person and I'm here crying.
“ He's right L/n, it's not your fault at all,” Aizawa said as he walked onto the roof. His boot came to a stop in front of me as he crouched to my level. He put an arm around me and pulled me in, “ Whoever did that will be found and will pay for what he's done to you and your family.” he said as I leaned into him.
More and more sobs and tears come out. I felt like that scared child all over again. No one there to help.
“ Mama,” my 4 year old self sobbed. “ Mama, please im scared”
“ It's ok honey, I'm here” she said. I looked at her and went to hug her but she started to dissipate.
“Mama!” i cried
That was my last dream of my mom, i coulndt stop crying that night, i felt the same way then too. It feels like a pattern, like bad luck. A curse that death will always follow me no matter where I run or hide.
“Ah!” A sharp pain ran through my back like electricity. I pushed Aizawa away and clawed at my back. “ It hurts!” i yelled
“ What hurts?” Aizawa asked me, his eyes narrowed in concern as he reached for me.
I clawed and clawed at my back as I shuffled farther away from his reach. My back screamed in searing pain, lille i was being burned alive. I felt the skin rip with each scratch I made. It was like something was coming out of my back, ripping itself out.
Suddenly I was a ball of blueish-black flames. My quirk activated itself and created fire from atoms in the atmosphere. The pain burned brighter and brighter along with the flames.
“ Y/N!” I heard Aizawa yell. “ Hawks, get the ambulance and fire control on the phone!” he demanded.
“ On it” hawks said over the sound of rushing wind and fire.
Then…the pain stopped. The roaring flames died down and the wind slowed to a slight breeze. Hawks had pulled the phone from his face and looked at me, as did Aizawa, eyes widened.
I still felt heat on my back so I looked behind me only to see a flurry of black and blue feathers seemingly attached to my back.
“ What the hell?” I whispered to myself. Tears long gone and evaporated due to the flames.
“ That's our question kid” Hawks breathed out in surprise and relief.
I stood and turned my attention to Aizawa. “ I’m sorry. I didn't know that would happen. I wasn't in control.” I apologized and bowed in respect.
“ We know you didn't mean to and I’m aware that this has happened before but I don't think to this extent,” he said. “ That said, I think it's best to see recovery girl and get you checked out,” he finished.
I straightened my posture and nodded. I shifted to Hawks, “ I’m very sorry you had to see me like that. This is the first time this has happened in years.” I started. I then reach behind my head and scratch the back of my neck in embarrassment, “ Plus, i'm not good a impressions anyways so, hehe,” i laughed awkwardly
“ You're ok kid, you just scared me a bit. I've never seen something like that or anyone sprout wings like that” he said reassuringly, laughing a bit at the end.
Aizawa had started heading through the door, back into the building so me and Hawks followed behind him.
“ I never had wings, not even after things like this so I have no idea how I just got them.” I said as we walked.
“ Well, we’ll find out now won't we?” he said with a chuckle as he healed the door open for me as I walked through
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ftmpupglacier · 2 months
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from the archives: kink party #2 [andy, 2017]
Andy was smirking down at me, sitting back in his chair with all the cockiness evident on his face. He looked so fucking sexy: he’d worn his pup t-shirt with his Air Force uniform pants (purchased for the last party we’d attended), and a pair of shiny black military boots. As I sat on the floor looking up at him, I was almost overwhelmed by how desperately I wanted him.
As he looked through the bags of toys, I gave his boots a preliminary cleaning with a damp wipe. At last, we were both ready. He looked down at me, and the smirk grew - somehow - even bigger.
“Well? What are you waiting for, boy?”
The moment my tongue touched the leather, I was lost. I felt my pussy getting wet as I pushed my ass high in the air, licking his boots enthusiastically. If not for the pain in my knees from the hard floor, I could have stayed there all night. I was so submissive, so content, so eager to please him.
But finally Andy told me he thought I’d cleaned his boots enough, that I needed to dry them now. I went red, hesitating; I knew exactly what he meant, and I was embarrassed about doing it. But I swallowed my pride and obediently positioned myself over his right foot.
I rubbed myself all over his boots like an animal in heat, drying the spit from his boots with the crotch of my cute little spaceship underwear. When I was finished, I sat back with my legs spread wide, and he kicked me with those beautiful shiny boots, then ground the dirty soles of them into my aching little dick.
When he thought I’d had enough, he chained me up to the cross. The boot worship had just been foreplay; this was our real scene.
He began to hit me, starting with the stingy things that I can’t handle very well - his hand, the paddles, the cane. It wasn’t long before I was trembling and crying, flinching from each stroke. Finally I lashed out the only way I could, stomping my bare foot ineffectively on one of his boots in frustration.
A few moments later, Andy was uncuffing one hand and tucking my teddy bear underneath my arm. I’d put it in my bag for aftercare purposes, but he obviously thought I needed it now. It made me feel simultaneously comforted and afraid; I knew he meant it to help me take more for him.
Sure enough, he focused more on the cane after that. I cried and shook and clutched tightly to my bear and the chains on the cross as he struck me again and again.
At last, he started in with the heavy, thuddy blows that make me melt with pleasurable pain - punches to my shoulders and ass, slamming his knee up between my legs. I grunted and moaned and disintegrated into a puddle, held up only by the one hand still chained to the cross. At one point, Andy slid his hands between my thighs and spread me open to check how wet I was, and made a satisfied sound of amusement in response. I was dripping and so desperately needy; he could have shoved his fists inside me with no resistance, I was sure.
When he took me down from the cross, I almost collapsed in his arms. He helped me to a chair and he held me while I leaned in against his chest. I felt so small and submissive and emotionally needy for him; it was exactly what I needed.
There were no visible bruises - typical for me - but with every movement for the rest of the weekend, I could feel the ache of every blow he’d struck.
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devil666lovesblog · 2 years
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Between Linux and sex
I do harbor a lot of sexual fantasies, I watch my neighbor's girl grow from little kid to adolescent, and from playing with dolls to playing with Android smartphone, from kindergarten to Primary to Secondary now, then I wonder what would the world became if I took the initiative to lure her and fuck her?
I have a greatest weapon: my Linux computer which never ever halt (before I got the 'new' desktop computer manufacture at 2003), I remember the heyday when she came to my home and play with my desktop, I am not fully satisfied with Ubuntu's performance at that time, but I am happy at the sight of a little girl playing my computer. If I ever take the initiative to squeeze her ass, I am sure she would say: If you let me play then you can do whatever you like to me, instead of 'Don't touch me.' Then I would squeeze her ass with both hands and later with one hand go through her short pants and touch her hole directly. Poor girls tend to learn about sexuality much earlier than Middle class or rich girls.
What would happen later I suppose is when this girl is being touched in the sensitive area in her pubic zone, because she is enjoying the game and very much wants my desktop computer at that time, she won't be dissatisfied with it. Human sense and psychological reactions are much more flexible than animals, so she even implicitly admits to me that she sucks a lot of dicks in exchange for some incentives. Of course, those uncles are drug junkies so they won't last for 3 minutes, one can imagine the fun and excitement when such a little girl who is tasting a dick before testing steaks, and when they get her a Coke then she would 'drink' from the dick first while they are touching her all over until all is cum in her mouth, and extra cash if she swallows the serum then kiss the dick.
She live in a public housing there is a performance based credit system, i.e. if you violate the rules for living there by throwing rubbish outside the window, wet cloths dripping outside the kitchen, take drug inside the apartment or smoke in the corridor, or bring stranger that other neighbors don't like, it would deduce parts of the credit until which the Housing Authority kick you out and you no enjoy the cheap rent. As I am writing this I realize her mother(an ex drug junkie) basically violates every single rule and she is universally disliked. For living here for six years she doesn't even make one friend from the neighbor.
So it is not that difficult to find enough evidence to kick her and her mother out. Imagine I let her know all those evidences against her, she would beg me with her budding bodies to keep her here. Then I won't ask her just to suck my dick, I would push her to the bed then take her underwear off, slap her face several times until she submitted to me. Then I command her take off your shirts or otherwise you family go back to streets so other may rape you and you suck dicks for life. She unwillingly takes off her Secondary school uniform, I see two budding breasts and tasting them like eating small pineapples, then my fingers are circling her clitoris. It became moistened, then I spread her legs and forced my dick in her little canal. Before she has a chance to protest I am already deep inside her vagina. She felt a huge thing inside her stomach. Then I said: If you don't reach orgasm I would keep fucking you and cum till you are pregnant. She tries to enjoy my monster in her tiny hole. I push myself in and out, out and in, and never let my dick complete outside her canal to give birth for the fear that she may push me away and run. I enjoy the sight of her enduring the pain then gradually enjoying the rubbing of my dick inside her organ of pleasure. As she gave up resisting I pushed both of her legs and let she have my shoulders while I have my way in. Later I tried the missionary position, and when she was less painful she sat on top of me facing me naked with her moving up and down. Her holes are looking for more and more pleasure from my dick, soon she is face to face with me. I am kissing her while she rolls back and fro like a baby. Later both of us are sitting facing each other with her legs crossed at my back, she is moving vertically while I am rotating my dick in another dimension. Soon enough I felt a squeezing from her vagina greater than my squeezing of her breasts, I tasted both of her hardened nipples then I gave off my cum inside her womb. Her face is completely redden and has a look that is lost in the pleasure, she moaned in a highly suppressed tone. I said: You enjoy a huge dick inside and you enjoy me cumming inside, so sex slave you will have my dick and my cum everyday whatever I demand it. Afterward she used her mouth to clean up my dick with a devilish smile on her face. When it is harden again I fuck her several more times when she is in the bathroom seat, when she is in the kitchen (with her head facing the window  outside), when I bang her with her head on the door and the door half opened...etc. Imagine the day I fuck her in the corridor, on the bus, on the stairs nearby and on the handicapped toilet. I would fuck her till she is pregnant and she would beg for my dick inside her pregnant womb every single fucking day, so imagine that much better life. Life without fucking is fucking not a life.
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“Beneath your dancing feet are the tombs of tortured men — thus does the Red Death rebuke your merriment!”
The Phantom of the Opera (1925)
#filmedit#potoedit#phantom of the opera#phantom of the opera 1925#classicfilmsource#*#*poto#I'M ALIIIIVE#wow i haven't made a gifset in 2 years#and i haven't made a poto gifset in 4 years#anyway ^THIS TRASHBAG^ is of course still my all time Problematic Fave (tm) and all around favorite character ever#so i gave myself a kick in the ass and sat down and forced myself to make a gifset#of what is still to date the best movie version of poto ever made#lon chaney is **amazing** ok first of all with the makeup which still holds up today and hasn't been topped yet#(alw!erik can fuck right off with his half handsome face give me fugly erik or give me death)#(leroux/1925/kay are where it's at)#and secondly with his acting performance which is just perfection ok#when he brings christine down to his home for the first time and she's freaking the fuck out and he just casually leans againt the wall#and gives this very elegant wave of his hand#MWAH! *chefskiss*#i will say the one thing that always amuses me is that he wears pretty high heeled shoes and he's still only a bit taller than christine#once i noticed that i couldn't unsee it#mary philbin is also lovely as christine‚ she looks very period accurate and elegant which i like a lot#although between this movie and the man who laughs she's always gonna be 'love interest of the ugly guy' to me#raoul is also there i guess... lol#roger ebert referred to him as 'a pallid nonentity' in his review and isn't that just the biggest mood ever LMAO#first time i'm contributing anything to this fandom in years and immediately i start trashing raoul aklhlhhgj sorry#anyway the quality of these gifs is pretty grody but what's to be done about that this movie is almost 100 years old#which does make this whole color sequence pretty fucking amazing#seeing it in the theater for the first time in 1925 must have been amazing
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sadomas0chist · 3 years
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my slut
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MINORS DNI // 18+
genre: NSFW
pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader
tags/warnings: degradation, slapping, spit kink, breeding kink, solo masturbation (female), dom jean, oral receiving (female), penetrative sex, saliva, slight size kink, explicit language, finger sucking, fingering, spanking.
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synopsis: jean gets jealous about an old ex you bump into on your date together. after multiple attempts to get his attention, you decide to show him that you only belong to him by being his submissive slut.
“Oh, fucking Christ Jean what’s the matter with you! You’ve been giving me the silent treatment since we left that goddam restaurant, not to mention the multiple times I reached out to grab your hand like I always do and you’d swat it away.” I yelled irritated by his childlike behavior as I stepped into the apartment we’ve been sharing together.
We never really found a hard time communicating whatever was bothering us, this was the way our relationship worked. Transparency and loyalty. But tonight Jean decided to frustrate me by simply disregarding my every move and word. Instead, he tugged at his tie, loosening it up, and undid the buttons of his dress shirt.
“Jean!” I shouted, smacking my hand on the marble counter beside me, almost kicking off the keys that were sitting on it. He briefly looked at me and hummed, a sign to cue me that he was listening to me.
“Why are you acting this way, stop behaving like that you don’t—“
“Oh but I fucking do y/n” he interrupted with a wryly chuckled. He slid his dress shirt off his chest and placed it over his shoulder. “I saw you back at the restaurant. When you went to the restroom and took too long to come back to our table, I went to check up on you and saw you chatting with your so-called ex-boyfriend and another guy.” He hissed, pointing his finger at my chest. His tall figure was now towering over me, his eyes looking down at me with anger.
I scoffed, pushing his finger away, and held the bridge of my nose. “Jean, I just bumped into him and he asked me how I was doing. He was being polite. Were you expecting me to just walk away?!” I waved my hand around and picked my heels from the floor.
“I didn’t say that. What I'm trying to say here is that you were enjoying yourself too much y/n. Is he that fucking funny? Eh? Look at me.” He groaned holding my chin with his fingers making me look up at him again.
“Jean, you're overreacting. I’m dating you, not him. You are the one who is balls deep in my pussy, not him.” I furrowed my eyebrows together, my tone getting louder. A spark of lust brushed through his eyes before he let go of me and walked to our bedroom. “Oh great!” I exclaimed, smacking my hands against my sides, my heels following my movements.
I followed him upstairs, and before I could say anything, he went into our bathroom and locked the door. Soon after, the sound of the water-filled the empty room, hinting that he was showering, without me.
I knew Jean was the jealous type. Although it makes him hotter sometimes, this time he was overdoing it. I decided to wait for him to get out so I can reason with him again. Jean was taking longer than normal to get out, which I concluded as payback for making him wait back at the restaurant. I huffed and threw my heels across the room, dropping my weight on our bed.
A sigh escaped my lips when I realized that I might also be in the wrong. After all, I did make him wait for almost twenty minutes.
The bathroom door opened, the mirror now foggy. Jean stepped with only a towel around his waist and another around his neck. His body was still wet, tiny droplets cascading from his torso down his legs. He looked good.
He grabbed his hairbrush from the dresser and combed his long hair. Everything he did was effortlessly hot and pesky. He was walking around the room as if I wasn’t there and it was testing my patience. “Jean,” I called out but I received no answer. “Come on Jean please I just want to talk to you.” I pleaded. He turned around, now set down the hairbrush on the dresser, and took a step forward.
“I’m listening.” He simply said and walked to his closet to grab a pair of shorts.
“Jean I know you’re mad at me but you seriously have no reason to be, he doesn’t mean anything to me and you shouldn’t be worrying--” I was cut off when he dropped his towel down and reached out for a piece of clothing. I must have been silent for a while because he turned around and teasingly slid on his black shorts, giving me all the time I needed to stare at his cock. I knew he was doing it deliberately and I still fell for it. I couldn’t help it.
“Why’d you stop? Is anything distracting you?” he inquired with a cocky expression, his basketball shorts already on. He climbed on the bed next to me and lied down, his head resting against his forearm as he used his other hand to scroll down his phone. I rolled my eyes. “You know what, fuck you and your childish behaviors. I’m going to take a shower.” I stood up and made my way to the bathroom until he spoke up.
“Come here.” His tone was serious and low. I turned around and crossed my hands against my chest. “Oh so now you want to listen?” I scoffed and waited for his answer. “I said come here y/n, now.” he put his phone away and adjusted his posture so now he was sitting against the headboard. He tapped his hand on the mattress, mentioning me to sit next to him. Doing as I’m told, I climbed back on the bed and sat on my heels.
“That’s my slut,” he grabbed my jaw in his hand and pulled my face closer to him. “You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight. I was about to give you something,” he paused, taking my hand and dragging it across his growing erection making me bite my lip, then proceeded “But I don’t think you deserve it anymore. Maybe he can fuck you better than I do.” he taunted and let go of me before sitting back again.
I knew he was trying to guilt-trip me, but I was too horny to hold a grudge. Instead, I took off my shirt, leaving my braless in front of him, and sat back on my back, holding myself up with my elbow. He seemed not to care as he kept reading whatever was on his phone but I had other plans.
I raised my skirt and pushed my thong aside. “Jean,” I called him out and sucked on my fingers. He glanced at me then at my pussy, slowly locking his phone. I dragged my middle and ring finger from my mouth to my clit, briefly stopping at my nipples to coat them with my saliva.
“You’re the only one who gets to see me like this.” I whimpered, the pads of my fingers rubbing against my bud, sending chills down my spine. I threw my head back, letting out a moan before looking back at him and adding, this time slipping one finger in. “You only get to feel this tight pussy.” He shifted in his seat, his erection becoming more visible. His eyes were now locked on my glistening cunt as it began making noises from how wet I was.
“Look how wet you make me.” I stretched myself adding another finger, gently moving them in and out of my opening. My moans grew a bit louder, his hand now pressed against his boner. He gave it a few rubs before he moved towards me and pulled my hand away from myself. He dragged me closer to him and turned my body around, pulling my hips up.
Soon after, I felt a stinging pain against the flesh of my butt. I yelped and tried to look around to see what he was using this time. But then I remembered the wet towel that was resting around his neck. This fucker. Another sharp sting quickly followed, making me jerk my body forward.
“Still want to act like a brat?” he asked, this time spreading my legs to have access to my throbbing cunt. He chuckled and dragged the towel between my cheeks, sending another electrifying spank. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you? You brainless slut.” I nodded, receiving a few more spanks before I felt him move behind me.
Straight away, I felt his tongue give a long slow lick to my slit, his hand giving my ass another spank. His fingers began alternating between gripping my flesh and teasingly fingering my opening. My moans and whimpers were muffled by my pillow, but his moaning and slurping were very audible. His tongue was making obscene sounds and he didn’t mind it. He flipped me over again, making me hold my thighs up for him before he gave my cunt some spanks, making me clench under his touch.
He spat on it and dived in again, his tongue and fingers working simultaneously to bring me closer to my orgasm. I squirmed trying to bring myself closer to come, but he kept me steady. The knot in my stomach tightened, my legs wrapping around his head, suffocating him with my thighs. “Jean, oh shit, Jean, I’m gonna come…” I whined, throwing my head back, his arms gripping onto my thighs sending me to my orgasm. I panted, his tall frame now standing as he took off his shorts, giving his erection a few strokes, his precum visible on his slit.
“You wanna suck my dick don’t you?” I nodded, sitting up and crawling to him. “Tsk tsk, tsk, such a whore for my cock.” He pushed me back down and spoke up again. “Too bad you won’t get to feel it down your throat tonight.” he chuckled darkly and spat in his hand, rubbing his saliva over his veiny dick, letting out a groan.
“Please, Jean…” I slid off my thong and spread my legs for him. “Please fuck me…” I spread my lips showing him my slit covered in my cum, begging him to fill it up with his. He positioned himself over me and teased my entrance by smacking his tip and rubbing it over it. I whined and reached out to grab his cock but he stopped me. He grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open before spitting. “Swallow,” he ordered rubbing his thumb across my bottom lips. “Look who’s being a good girl now, you like making daddy happy don't you?”
I nodded, taking his thumb into my mouth and gently sucking on it. He smirked at how obedient I was being and pulled his finger out, adjusting his position. He grabbed my jaw one last time and slapped my cheek, the bearable pain sending shivers to my core. Jean pulled my legs up, positioning them on his shoulders, and teased my clit one more time before ramming himself into me. I wailed at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck you’re choking my fat cock so good,” he grunted pulling himself back before thrusting again not giving me any time to adjust to his size.
He quickened his pace, biting the side of my leg. I tugged on my nipple and rolled my hips, meeting his thrusts. He bent down, squeezing me tighter, only to place a kiss on my forehead indicating that he wasn’t mad at me anymore. However, his thrusts said otherwise as he kept on pounding himself in me relentlessly.
Jean pulled away and switched us over so I was on top. Wasting no time, I pushed him back in and moved my hips. “That’s right, oh fuck just like that.” I rolled my hips and sped up my pace. My legs almost gave out from how tired I was getting, so he dug his fingers in my hips and fucked himself in me.
My body fell forward as I gripped onto his broad shoulders, feeling him grab and squeeze my ass cheeks and he pushed himself deeper in me.
“You want to have daddy’s babies? Huh?” he grunted, his thrusts getting sloppier. I nodded my head but it wasn't sufficient. “Use your words.”
“Yes daddy, cum inside me please.” I moaned out, my second orgasm almost making me blackout.
“I’m gonna fill you up so good baby.” he panted as his cock twitched in me and I felt his hot cum paint my insides. He whimpered in my ear as he moved me up, our cum leaking down my sore cunt to his lower stomach.
Jean pulled my head down as he captured my lips in his, kissing me passionately. He carefully pulled me off him and got some tissues from the nightstand to clean me up. “Did I hurt you?” he asked checking to see if he was being too rough on me. I shook my head and caressed his cheek with my hand.
“Come on baby, let's go take a shower.” he stood off our bed and picked me up in bridal style. “You know Jean, the guy that was standing with my ex was actually his boyfriend,” I said with a cocky grin as he put me down to get in the shower.
He turned on the water and followed right after me, pulling me against his chest. “I know, I just wanted to make sure that you know that you and this sweet thing,” he paused to cup my pussy, “belong to me.” I bit my lip and got on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.
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So I’ve been playing dead by daylight recently and searching fan art of the game so now I’m horny for slashers. Here’s a fic of pyramid head
Warning: noncon/dubcon, 18 +, explicit. Read at own risk
Pyramid Head x reader
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I woke right beside a generator and quickly rushed towards it. I hated when the trail started, I’m sure everyone does. And this place always made me more uncomfortable than any other. The killer being Pyramid Head gave me the hardest time. I’m used to getting caught and hooked but not caught and fondled. He’d know exactly where I was and always chased after me as if I was the only here. I wanted to get out of this school as quickly as I could. “Hey.” Feng whispered as she came to help me with the generator. I nodded her way and she told me she saw Pyramid Head on the other side of the school last. She knew I had the worst time with him. I heard the start of another generator across the hall, I guess that was the other survivors. Feng and I were close to finishing but when I saw Meg and Jake run pass the classroom my heart instantly sank and I felt uneasy. We’re they being chased. My heart beat thumped loudly in my ears and Feng and I both knew Pyramid Head was coming. But we didn’t even bother leaving the generator, we were so close.
Feng gasped and looked above me. I felt my body yanked and slammed against one of the desk in the room. Pyramid Head wrapped his hand around my neck, choking the life out of me. Feng flashed her flashlight in his face and he let me go, shielding himself from the light. I gasped and coughed, rolling off the desk and running away. I heard Feng cry out and she sprinted out the room limping and trailing blood. I helped her down the corridor and we rounded a corner to the infirmary and I covered her mouth as she cried in pain. When my heart beat stopped pounding in my ears I instantly healed her up. Using some of my clothing to bandage her wound. “Thank you Feng. Can you continue or do you need a minute?” She shook her head and stood up like she was never hurt. “Let’s go, we have one generator left.” And right as she said that we heard the doors turn on. They fixed all of the generators? Jake and Meg were really good at the generators. We left the infirmary and headed towards the Teachers room we’re we met up with Jake. “Hey! This way!” He beckoned us over and we rushed over to him. He led us to the doors that was already being opened by Meg.
My heart beat again thuddd in my ear and everyone scattered. Well everyone except Meg. She bravely stayed opening the gate even while Pyramid Head approached her. “Meg! Run!” I yelled at her. The killer turned his huge cone head towards my voice and began walking towards me. I ran down the corridor, his large very oversized sword dragging against the floor as he chased me. He was slow but not as slow as Michael. I heard the blaring sound of the gate opening. If I could just get around him I’ll be free. I ran up the stairs to the second floor and entered the equipment room. Hiding in the corner. I panted and tried to steady my breathing as I heard his sword clanging against the stairs as he came up. Should I have ran further? Maybe, but it was too late for that now. I didn’t hear the dragging of metal, I know he was on this floor. My heart still thudded in my ears, so I know he was close. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down. He was absolutely terrifying. My legs shook and my body dripped in sweat. Calm down, you’ll get out of this. Just relax. I took a deep breath in and out. But I nearly lost my shit when a hand clasped over my mouth. I opened my eyes wide and panicked but calmed down when I saw it was Jake. He put a finger to his lips to shush me. I nodded and he took his hand away from my mouth. He led me out of the room and down the stairs. We crouched and crept to the door. Jake stopped when he heard clanging infront of us. He pushed me against the wall and pressed his body over mine, caging me in between his arms as we hid from Pyramid Head. My chest touched his as I took heavy breaths. “Listen. He’s just going to keep going after you so I’ll distract him and you run to the door okay.” Jake said. He looked into my eyes and smiled a little. “No, I can’t let you do that. You could be killed.” I replied back. Our whispering was pretty loud but the tension only grew when we heard the killer again. “I’ll be right after you. I’m only going to run around the floor once and head straight for the door right after.” He said. I shook my head which made Jake frown. “Do you want to get out of this alive or what? We can’t just argue until he gets us. Now when I say run, you run. Got it.” He was stern and his tone was deep. As if talking to a child. I just sighed and nod my head in agreement.
Jake peeked out the door and motioned me to follow him. We continued to crouch towards the door. When we were close to the door we heard running. Fast, heavy thudding footsteps coming right at us. We turned around and saw Pyramid head sprinting. Since when?! We scrambled to our feet but Jake tripped over his laces. When I went to go help him back up he pushed me. “Run!” He yelled at me right before the sword pierced through his body. The sword even went through the floor. Jakes blood quickly spilled and touched my boots. I pushed myself back as Pyramid Head stepped towards me. I turned around and tried to run but he grabbed me by my hair. I was so close. The gate was right there. I cried, kicked and screamed as he dragged me down the corridor. He dragged me into the teacher room by the stairs and forced me over the desk. My face against the desk while his other hand held my hip. I gasped and jumped when I felt something grinding on my ass. His hand tore my shirt from where I had ripped it to help Feng. He grabbed my bra and tugged on it a couple of times. “Wait! What are you doing?! Stop!” I tried to push myself up but he was definitely stronger than me. The little muscle I had and height couldn’t even compare with him. He was a real beast. He pulled my bra this time making the fabric rip, the wire underneath cut my skin and it came off. He grunted, pleased to see my exposed back. Trailed his huge hand down my spine. Gurgles coming from the inside of his ‘head’, as if trying to speak.
He released my hair and my body. When I tried to get up he pushed me back but still didn’t hold me down. “Agh!” I cried at the force. I tried getting up again and he slammed me harder into the wood. I stayed still knowing if I moved he would just do the same thing. He wanted me to be against the desk but didn’t want to hold me down. After a couple of second of obeying him he raked his nails down my back. Digging into my skin enough to draw blood as his hands trailed from my shoulders down to the dimples above my ass. I kept silent, crying to myself as the pain of his nails nearly had me kicking. I forced myself to stay still. I felt the flat end of that pyramid on his head drag the blood down my back, playing with it and painting my skin in my own blood. His hands came beside my body on the desk and he bang to grind his bulge against my ass again. His grinding turned into humping. He pushed up my skirt and put his hand back on the desk and humped my ass, his bulge hitting right at my covered heat. He was rough and pushed my body into the desk, making the desk shake every time his hips slammed against my butt.
I was undeniably wet. My vagina enjoying the teasing of him trying to fuck me through our clothes. Well what ever it was he wore. I whimpered and held back my moans. My hands covering my mouth. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. His humps got faster and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moaned out and he pressed a hand to my lower back keeping me and the desk steady as he continued to thrust against my vagina. I heard small sounds of pleasure, grunts and groans, coming from him. Of course he was enjoying this. It was sick. What got him all riled up? Was it the killing? It couldn’t be? He didn’t do this to anyone else. But how would I know? I wouldn’t tell anyone about this. Did he does this to Meg, Claudette, or Feng? Would he even care whether if they were male or female? I was taken away from my thoughts when I felt his finger slide against my panty. I gasped and squirmed away, covering my breast and crawling on my ass. He growled angrily. He pointed to the desk and I shook my head. “Just kill me!” I rather die then go any further. He grunted and pointed at the desk again. “No!” I yelled. He stomped over to me and grabbed my arm. I yelped and stared at the pyramid as if looking at his face and whimpered. He pulled me up and brought me back to the desk. Gurgling and squishy sounds emanating from the Pyramid. It made me cringe. He was clearly trying to speak. He pointed to the desk once more and released my arm.
I shook my head no and he pushed me. He kept pushing me. Trying to make me to lay on the desk on my own. As he pushed and shoved me he growled. “Okay! Okay!” I yelled at him. I bent over but he lifted me back up and shook the Pyramid left and right, ‘no’. He didn’t want me in that position anymore. I used one hand to jump on the desk and lean back. He let out an approved grunt. He knelt down and the metal pyramid touched the bottom of my breast. He pushed my thighs up and apart. I stared at the ceiling and tried to remove myself mentally. Thinking of my new friends. Knowing that they’re back at camp, probably wondering where I was but safe until another trial. I gasped and nearly sat up when in felt something long and wet swipe across my slit. The pyramid vibrated as if he was laughing. His fingers moved my panty to the side but he still ripped them. His hand then came up and grabbed mine. I flinched away but he grabbed them again, gently this time. Entangling his fingers in mine, I let out a shuddered moan when the wet appendage licked my exposed folds. My hips bucked slightly and my legs rested on the edge of the desk. Did he really have a tongue? Does that mean he has a head? No, at least I don’t think so. The Pyramid was too narrow for anyone to wear.
He licked up and down my folds until his tongue slipped passed them and found my clit. “Mmmm!” I squealed through my closed lips. His right hand left my hand and used my arousal to soak his dirty fingers. I felt disgusted having him touch me like this but it did feel good. He was gentle this time. Unlike when he was humping me. I’d soon eat my words when he forced two fingers into my vagina at once. I cried and grit my teeth. My free hand pushing at his head while my other hand squeezed his. He grunted and I felt the wet muscle poke my clit. Flicking at my clit teasingly making me moan. His fingers scissored my hole, stretching me out. It felt uncomfortable since he was a big and thick man thing. His fingers moving in and out of me, the sounds of my wet pussy filled my ears. I squirmed underneath him and he groaned. His ‘tongue’ or whatever it was entered my hole between his fingers. It was longer, really long, and it licked my insides so nicely. My eyes rolled back and his fingers slowly slid out of me, holding my thigh as his tongue are me out. I felt my stomach sink in but also expand as my bladder filled up. I know that feeling. As many times as I loved it I hated it now. “Please stop I don’t want to.” I cried. He just continued and massaged my thigh. My arousal dripping down his chest and I was so close to cumming on him. He growled and the vibration sent me over. My back arched as much as it could and I cried out, I squirted over him and he pulled his tongue out. Tears streamed down my face and my legs closed when he stood up again.
I heard that thing he wore fall to the floor. He was now naked and I couldn’t look away from him. If he was clean I would be able to appreciate the massive body he owned but he was dirty and covered in blood. When I looked down I panicked when I saw the size of his cock. That’s not normal. No. Get it away from me. “Enough please! Just kill me!” I kicked his chest as he tried to grab my legs. “No! No! Stop! I said stop!” I kicked the Pyramid and he stumbled back. Groaning in pain. I guess I hit a sensitive spot. Of course I did, that heavy thing attached to his body was bound to be sore on his neck and shoulders and I’m sure it could never come off. “Please kill me, I want to see my friends.” I said. I was tired of this. This wasn’t apart of the trails. It was just escape or be killed. Why was he doing this? He shook his head and grunt, coming back towards me. His hands groped my boobs and I gave up. I was too afraid to kill myself and he wasn’t going to do it until after he had his way with me. He pinched my nipples, I whinced in pain and he immediately let go. My legs wrapped around his hips as he pressed his bare cock over my clit. Grinding on me and he played with my breast. He moved his chest closer and the pyramid lightly sat over my head. He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest. My hand touched his body. It was a beautiful body, too bad it was dirty, the scars that was on him made it more beautiful. He moved my hand down to his nipple and I grazed it lightly. Feeling it becoming hard at my touch. I took a deep breath and sat up. He moved back and I used both of my hands to touch him. His cock throbbing at my soft hands. Tracing his veins, the sculpt of his abs, the definition of his arms, appreciating his massive form. He pulled my waist towards his body, the thing I assumed was his tongue came out and licked my cheek. I shivered and let him lick my face. Sucking in my lips when it got too close. His hands held my head gently and he brushed back my untamed hair.
He pushed me back onto the desk and slowly spread my legs. He positioned his cock at my hole and I stared off at a wall. Not wanting to watch him take my virginity. But he wasn’t having that. He turned my head by my chin and made me stare at the nonexistent head that was replaced with an oversized metal cone. He pushed in and my teeth gritted. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I chanted in my head. He was huge, too big for me but he kept forcing himself in. His hips clapped against mine but his cock didn’t even go inside. It slipped up, he spread my legs wider and tried again. He slipped again and let out an irritated gurgle. “I-it won’t fit.” He nodded yes, as if saying ‘yes it will.’ I shut up and let him try again. This time he used his hand to steady himself so his dick wouldn’t move anywhere. The tip slowly moving in, I whinced and cried as the stretched became unbareable. He was spliting me apart, I wasn’t as prepared for this as I hoped I was. His two fingers didn’t even compare. He growled as he moved in further, scratching my thighs and leanig his head back. I watched his dick sink into me and I even saw the outline of his cock through my skin. Blooding dripping down his balls and my ass as he tore my hole. I mentally thanked my parents for giving me my body, I couldn’t imagine being smaller and trying to accommodate to his size. I mean to him I was of course still small but it wasn’t so bad. He let go of my thighs and put his hands beside my torso, clawing the desk, the wood chipped under his nails. I wiggled my hips trying to pleasure myself and he immediately pressed a hand over my hip. I whined when he stopped me. Again he gurgled, why did he keep doing that, I can’t understand him. He stayed still and massaged my body. Soothing the pain from me. He was all the way in, our bodies connected. I suddenly just realized that my heart wasn’t thudding like it would normally if the killer was close. It was quiet. My body eased as if there was no threat. The warmth of his hands caressing my body.
“Please move.” I begged him. Glancing off into the distance before looking back at him. He slowly brought his hips back and slowly pushed back in. I felt my slick gush as he moved, feeling myself getting wetter just from one thrust. He grunted and picked up the pace. “Ahh, please more.” My hand reached out to his chest and he held my hand. Fucking me faster. My eyes rolled back and I bite my bottom lips, smiling to myself as my body was encased in pleasure. He groaned and held my hips as he began to go harder. Pounding away at me like I was some doll, but when i slapped his chest and cried out he slowed down. Rubbing his tongue over my cheek as an apology. I nodded and his tongue licked my nipples. I didn’t feel much at my boobs but knowing that his tongue was there sent shivers down my spine and euphoric shocks through my body. His dick abusing my cervix giving me beautiful pain.
“Mm! Oh fuck! Good! Feels good!” I praised him. His hands tightened at my hips and he bucked harshly but went back to his original pace. “You’re making me feel so good.” I continued to praise him. He let out a gargle that sounded like he was happy. He likes the praises? “Yes! Just like that, right there! Ahh! Yes!” I moaned. He felt amazing. My hand moved down to my clit but he moved it to his shoulder. He put his thumb in my mouth and dragged it over my teeth, gums and tongue. I sucked on it and got another groan from him. He pulled his thumb out and placed it on my clit. Fucking me as he rubbed my sensitive bud. “Oh shit!” I yelled. My eyes squeezed shut as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure hit my body. My insides felt like mush, my pussy felt sore and numb but the way his dick hit my cervix just proved how much my body loved it. The way I moaned, panted and yelled was music to him. My body convulsed under him as I came again. My mouth hung open in a silent cry as I came on his cock. He didn’t stop, he fucked me through it. But he did go faster. The desk moving under us, it was really loud. Pushing the desk towards the wall as he fucked me relentlessly. Rearranging my guts and making me stupid over his dick. I babbled nonsense and my body was numb and weak under him. Using me however he pleased just to get himself off. Making sounds like an animal as he brutalized my pussy. It was overwhelming. Why did I like it? Why was I enjoying it? Please stop. “Don’t stop.” I panted. The fuck was wrong with me? His tongue licked my lips and I opened my mouth letting it in. Tasting blood as he explored my mouth. Using his tongue to fuck my mouth.
He slammed into me. Again and again and again. He was close, his thick cock throbbed inside me and his hips stuttered once. His tongue still down my throat. I moaned over it and sucked on it. His thumb rubbed my clit again and I bucked my hips. It was so sensitive, he made me jump and move. My orgasm built up again. My bladder filling with fluid as I felt my stomach tighten. I choked on his tongue and gasped when he removed it. He pulled out and rubbed my clit faster and I squirted again as he shot his cum over my body. My hole clenched around nothing as I came. I shudder, shook and cried out. I bucked wildly and my eyes crossed. He pressed my hips down to help me relax. I panted and took deep breaths to help me get over my orgasm. When I finally relaxed he scooped his cum on his finger and put it in my mouth. My tongue lapped it up like it was an icicle. Moaning slightly just to please him. He groaned and stroked my cheek. He then left the room. Coming back with his blood stained sword. I dropped to my knees and waited for him kill me. He pulled me up to my feet and pat my head. Just do it! I yelled in my head. He brought the sword up to my neck and slowly sliced my jugular. Gagging on my blood, the pain was unimaginable.
I woke up at camp, my clothes back on and no evidence of what happened on me. “YN! Jesus Christ what took you so long?!” Feng ran over to me. I stayed silent and just curled up into fetal position.
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Hi! So I had a thought for a fic and was wondering if you could maybe write it. So like it’s poly!marauders(wolfstar+James) and reader like gets really sad and snaps at them cause there are punishing her again and they never punish James or something. With a happy ending if you could! Obviously you can choose to ignore this but ya that’s it😁
Dom! Sirius x Dom! Remus x Sub! James x Sub! Fem! Reader
Summary: You get upset and insecure when Remus and Sirius pick favorites.
Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, punishing, praise kink, degration kink, cursing, insecure?, yelling? spanking, slapping, spitting, anal sex (male receiving), oral (male receiving), just pure smut.
Note: I'm sorry if this isn't really what you wanted. I tried to keep it as close as the request as I could but it just ended up differently.
Word count: 1,490
"You've been a bad girl." Remus said, a disapproving look on his face.
"No. M'good girl." you muttered.
"No. Your not. Your a slut." Sirius snapped.
James sat against the headboard, watching with an amused look as you took a punishment for something you didn't even do.
"Listen to our daddies. Your bad." James said.
You snapped your head from Sirius' grip and turned to the bespectacled boy. "Shut up James! You should be punished, not me."
This earned a slap from who you though would be Sirius, but to your surprise, it was Remus. His hands went down to squeeze your cheeks. "Do not talk to him like that. Your a brat. This is your punishment. You will do everything to please us, but no cumming. Got it?"
Your eyes widened as you look at him teary eyed. "Daddy! No please. It was James-" slap You gripped your reddened cheek. Tears started to slowly drip down to your cheeks and sliding down the back of your hands.
"No whining." he said.
"Please. Can I just explain?" you asked quietly.
Remus' eyes softened at your saddened demeanor. "Okay. What?"
"James said I could! James told me to touch myself!"
Sirius and Remus both turned to a wide eyed James. "What?!" he exclaimed. "I did not!"
You turned to look at him, tears welling up again. This was too frustrating. You were going to receive your lest favorite thing ever. Punishment. James' face almost faltered at your sad face, but kept his surprised look.
Meanwhile, Sirius and Remus were looking between the two of you, trying to figure out who was lying.
"James? Did you?" Sirius asked.
"Nope! She's just bad!"
"Well it's settled then. James is a good boy, and your just a bad girl." the raven haired boy laughed. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and pulled you upon his lap. Remus yanked off your panties and placed a slap on your ass, causing you to yelp.
"Now, your going to apologize after each one. All while you watch me please our good boy. Got it?" the lycanthrope asked.
You just gave a faint nod, earning you yet another slap to your ass. "M'sorry. Yes daddy."
"Good."
While Sirius kneaded your ass with his hands, you watched as Remus pulled James onto the bed which was directly in front of your view. They started with a sloppy kiss as they pulled of each others clothes. The view making your tummy twist. Sirius didn't start spanking you until Remus had James on his hands and knees while he penetrated his hole. That's when the pain started.
Slap. "I'm sorry daddies."
Slap. "I'm sorry daddies."
Slap. "I'm sorry daddies."
This went on until spurts of James' cum covered the sheets and your ass was red and bruised. Remus came over and picked you up, just to drop you right on the sheets.
"Owie." you whined as the fabric of the bedding rubbed up against your stinging cheeks.
"Owie." Sirius mocked with a laugh, earning chuckles from both Remus and James.
"Now, your going to take Sirius' cock in your pretty mouth like a good girl. And if you can be good, we'll let you cum. If not, then oh well." Remus instructed.
"Yes daddy."
Sirius stripped himself of his clothes, revealing his aching dick. He pumped it a few times as he stood up on the bed so his cock was directly in front of your face. His tip teased your lips, indicating he wanted to start. And as soon as you opened your mouth, his dick shot in, penetrating the back of your throat. You gagged as he started thrusting his hips. Usually you could take it, but right now you had no time to adjust to his size. You continued to gag and squirm to get even a pinch of air. Of coarse this meant you were being bad, and as soon as Sirius' cum shot down your throat, you started coughing hysterically, practically choking on the liquid.
"Look at you. Pathetic really. I'm sure James could have done better." Sirius mocked you. This is when it started to kick in. The jealousy. The insecurity. They liked James better.
"James do want to show her how good you can be?" Remus asked. The curly haired boy instantly nodded his head, ready to show how much better he was. Remus instructed James to kneel on the floor directly in front of his hardened cock, to which he did. Instantly Remus forced his cock down James throat, barely causing him to gag. His continued to thrust his hips into the boys' mouth. While Sirius held you in his lap he brought his hand down to your clit, swollen from your earlier actions. The actions that started this whole thing. He continued to rub figure eights earning moans from you. Watching your boyfriends please each other and the stimulation on your clit was overstimulating.
"You better not cum." Sirius seethed. You started to squirm, indicating how close you were to your high, and right as Sirius pulled his hand away and pushed you off his lap and onto the bed, Remus released into James' mouth. Both Remus and Sirius kneeled in front of James giving him kisses and praising his good behavior.
"Such a good boy."
"So much better that y/n over there."
"She can't even take m'cock."
"Such a good baby."
This was infuriating for you. Seeing them praise James and telling him how much better he was than you caused a sickening feeling to erupt in your stomach.
They love James more.
Pathetic.
Not good.
Bad.
"We love you Jamsie."
You were frustrated.
Mad.
Upset.
James caused this, and here he is, getting praised for being a 'good boy'.
"Such a good boy."
And you blew.
"Good boy my ass." you said as you shakily got up from the bed. Three sets of eyes snapped to you.
"Excuse me?" Remus snapped.
"I said. 'Good boy my ass'." you snapped as you rummaged through the drawer which held extra changes of your clothes. You threw on an oversized shirt and right as you were about to put a pair of underwear on, Sirius was at your size, snatching them out of your hands. "Give them back." you snapped.
"What is your problem?" he asked. He was mad. You'd never talked to them like this.
You let out a sarcastic laugh and ripped your panties out of his hands. "What's my problem? Really? I wonder?" you grabbed a pair of shorts and threw them on real quick.
"Your being a brat." Remus finally spoke up. "Get on the bed."
You looked straight into his brown eyes. "No." you snapped. "You don't get to tell me what to do."
"Actually they do. Their our daddies." James said.
You turned your narrowed eyes to look at James who was still kneeled on the floor. "Just shut up James. And their your daddies. I'm done." you went to walk out of the room when suddenly all four of them were standing in front of you, wide eyes and frown upon their faces.
"W-what?" Sirius asked.
"You heard me."
"Why?" Remus asked, tears welling up in his eyes.
"You guys clearly love James more than me. If you would have listened to me, and actually believed me, you would know I shouldn't have been the one on the receiving end of the punishment. James should have been." you inhaled shakily. This wasn't the first time this has happened. It wasn't the first time James was the one who said you could do something, only to lie and get you in trouble. You were sick of it. And your insecurities were taking a toll on you. It probably didn't help that you were in a certain headspace. "It's always like this. You only ever listen to James. James never gets punished because he's a "good boy.' No he's not. I feel like I'm just here! I feel like I don't mean anything to you."
The boys stared at you. Guilt taking over. But James was the guiltiest.
"Oh no. Please don't go. I'm sorry! I just hate punishments. Please y/n. I'm sorry. It was me! I told her she could touch herself!" James exclaimed, latching his body onto yours. "I'm sorry."
Soon, Remus and Sirius wrapped their arms around you too. "We're sorry too puppy."
"Yeah we should have listened to your side of the story." Remus whispered.
"But, your not actually breaking up with us, are you?" Sirius asked in a shaky voice.
"No. I could never." you laughed quietly. "Unless you keep picking favorites.
"Nope! No more favoriting!" Sirius and Remus both said in unison.
"And to make it up to you, James is going to receive punishment tomorrow." Sirius smirked.
"What?!" James whined.
"Don't be a bad boy." Remus said. "Be a good boy. Like our y/n."
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