#then some other people kept training their dog in front of my room of dogs making them scream their heads off and try to fight through

[phossyjaw]

i hate retail

#this lady was like I AM NOT SCANNING A RANDOM QR CODE. i work in CYBER. like ol #ok* #this is petsmart though #the fucking code goes to google docs #not Virus Supreme #then some other people kept training their dog in front of my room of dogs making them scream their heads off and try to fight through #the glass #please go anywhere else. mother fucker l

[dwailol]

My Favorite Pose

ComPOUND Round 3 [Bucky x Fem Reader]

Minors DNI 🔞

Summary: First morning of your week alone in the compound with Bucky. He adds himself to your morning routine. ;) Established relationship. If you’ve been following the plot PLEASE STOP but your powers and vaguely why you stayed behind are revealed.

Warnings ⚠️: smut af, bondage, a lil rough but not too much, oral (m and f), praise kink, p in v, unprotected

WC: 1.7k??

It’s 5:30 AM and there are little to no off days even for low key weeks like this. I get up and walk to get the specially designed breakfast that F.R.I.D.A.Y. planned for me. If there is one thing I miss about my past life it was a big flavorful breakfast… well and my family not being the reason the rest of the Avengers are trying to save a population of innocent people.

Surprise! I’ve got daddy issues. That’s my whole conflict of interest that kept me from the mission. I can’t do it. I told them not to tell me who did it if they are gone by the end of it. No matter how much I’ve been burned by them I’ll still hesitate.

I take my last bite and walk to the training center. I try to quiet my mind with some yoga before I get into the intense workouts. As I move into downward dog, I feel Bucky’s two hands pull my ass to his crotch. He gives it a light squeeze that still hurts because of the marks he left on it last night.

“Downward Dog - my favorite pose. What are you doing up so early Angel?”

“You know that pet name can only stretch so far,” I stand up. He throws his hands up with a cocky grin.

“Sorry, it’s just so fitting. I haven’t seen them in a while. It’s kind of hot when you pop them out. You should give me a quick show,” he says with that grin somehow getting smugger. The lack of sleep I got last night really motivated me to remind him what got me here in the first place.

“Careful what you wish for.”

In less than a second I sprout my wings then clap them hard in front of me which sends him flying across the room. I retract them back in an instant. He gets up laughing and clapping.

“Woo! That is what I’m talking about angel! I would ask to see the other stuff but we don’t want to set the building on fire do we?”

I can’t control myself when my other powers ignite - literally ignite. While he playfully annoys me, I don’t think I could ever release that hell fire. My powers are not “biblical” but they sure are other worldly.

“I need to get back to it. There’s food in the fridge. Just don’t touch my meal prep,” I hate that sentence just left my mouth.

“I don’t want your meal prep,” he walks behind me with our bodies facing the mirrors and his hands snaking up and down my body. “I want you. If you wanna get some training in I can show you somethings,” he says into my ear while tucking my hair back. So unfair.

“I don’t have-“

“You see this?”, he picks up my yoga strap. Out of nowhere he runs in front of me to kick the back of my legs. We both fall to the floor. He has me pinned down and starts tying the strap around my wrists.

“This is called a constrictor knot. In the event you have a disobedient girl giving you attitude, this knot comes in real handy,” he pushes his hand up my shirt to grab my breast. He moves it back down into my leggings and starts rubbing.

“Fuck. I could do whatever I want to do to you right now. You’re so wet. I cannot wait to get my cock inside you.”

I feel his fingers slip in and out. I let out a whimper. The sounds of my wet cunt make him growl. With a loud grunt he rips my leggings off. His fingers are back inside me and moving with fury. His eyes are hungry and he plants his head between my thighs with force.

As his tongue moves around my clit, I let out some “Ah! Ah! AH!”s. I start thrashing my body from the pleasure. He takes his vibranium arm to hold my hips down making me immobile.

“Whatever I want to do to you. Don’t make me repeat myself again. Now what do we say?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

He sits up to free himself from his shorts. I am towered over with his cock in my face.

“Get to work doll. Let’s practice some breathing exercises for your training today.”

He puts his cock in my mouth and I start to move my head up and down. His length hits the back of my throat and I cough choking on it.

“Such a good girl for me trying so hard. Now you’re getting that pussy filled.”

He pulls on the strap to lift me up for a sloppy kiss with my taste still on his tongue. He drops me to the floor again to pin me under him. In no time his cock is thrusting into me with a speed so fast it shakes my body back and forth.

“I’m really making you mine this week. I’m gonna fuck you in every room I can. Get ready to drop whatever you’re doing for me whenever I want.”

I need this honestly. Losing my body to him feels more comfortable than I ever thought it would. My helplessness to his pounding excites me with both safety knowing he’s the one doing it and anticipation for what he might pull next.

He pulls the strap up so that I mesh into a seated position with him. He pumps into me with an unmatched passionate kiss. His free hand runs through my hair and gives it a pull in the back. He releases a heavy breath and moan. I’m squealing as he hits my g spot and my clit rubs against his body.

“Fuck Bucky! You’re killing me!”

“Good thing we know you’ll go to heaven then.”

He turns me onto my stomach so that I’m facing the mirrors. I arch up my ass anticipating his next move. I grip onto the strap preparing to take him. He kneels behind me and picks my head up.

“Look at you catching on. Now watch yourself get fucked.”

He slams his cock back inside me and thrusts with power. My high pitched screams are music to his ears. He grabs my ass and slaps it back and forth a few times.

“I thought I was being your good girl?”, I tease.

“Don’t act like you don’t get pleasure from my punishments. You might be my good girl right now but doesn’t mean I won’t give you a reminder of what’s in store for bad girls.”

“Not fair,” I laugh. Wrong choice.

He flips me over swiftly. He pulls tight on the strap to put the end in front of my face. His grip tenses around it.

“You remember this? I decide what’s fair and what’s not. You’re all tied up Angel. You take what you get and believe me you’re gonna get it.”

He throws my arms down then smacks the side of my ass with his vibranium hand. There is pleasure in his punishments. His movements are the hardest and fastest I’ve felt from him since our first time.

“I’m getting close to giving you my next load. I’ve loved filling you up with all my cum and watching it drip out you. Shows you’re all mine. No one else gets this pussy but me.”

My body tingles at his words. I give him an affirming mhm. He grabs my face.

“I wanna hear you say it ‘Bucky this pussy is yours’ if you want this load. Sing me that beautiful song Angel and it’s all yours.”

“Bucky…,” he hits the spot again which throws me off track.

“Bucky this…,” he cues for the rest of what he wants to hear. He lifts my hips up and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I scrunch my face then open my eyes wide as I feel my own cum.

“It’s yours! It’s yours! I promise it’s all yours!”

Mmmmh! I feel his huge burst of cum in me. He pulls out and it was definitely the biggest load of all the rounds so far. My hands are set free with some mild brush burns. He grabs my hands and gives them each light kisses.

“I’ll be more careful next time bunny. You just get me too hot,” he groans. I get a kiss loaded with tongue.

What a wonderful first morning with him back!

#avengers smut #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #dom bucky barnes #marvel smut #winter solider smut #winter solider x reader #endgame #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky barns x you #bucky smut #bucky barns x reader #bucky fic

[kookygranger]

And He Was

Ghost!Steve Harrington x Witch!Reader

Series Masterlist

900 words

“This is crazy!”

Steve barrels into the apartment after you.

You’d spent the rest of the train journey staring at each other as Steve held on tightly to the hand that stroked his arm. It wasn’t until a grumpy late-night commuter walked passed the both of you with a muttered get a room, that his attention was lost.

They could see him.

He tested out the waters of this new revelation with every person you passed on the way back to your apartment. Smiling and waving at the ticket attendant barely paying attention, leaning down to pat a dog belonging to a disgruntled runner that was forced to stop, opening the door for a woman who lived in your building and telling her to have a good night even through her suspicious look.

Steve Harrington could be seen again. He could greet people and help them through doors. He could touch things.

But he hadn’t bothered to touch you in the 23 minutes since he’d discovered this new development.

“Yeah it–“

“I mean what the hell?!” He paces franticly around your apartment. Smiling giddily at the feeling of your records under his fingertips, chuckling when he can pick up your teapot. “Want me to make you some tea?”

“Maybe later.”

His face falls at the lack of excitement on yours.

“What’s wrong?”

Why haven’t you jumped at the chance to touch me? You kept trying to when you couldn’t, doesn’t it matter anymore? Will you leave now that other people can give you attention?

“Nothing.” You shake your head, motioning to the teapot in his hand, “I’ll take care of that. Although I don’t think it’s gonna do you much good.” You walk towards him, “Whatever this is still doesn’t change the fact that you’re–“ He stops you from taking the pot with a hand on your arm, and you swear you still feel a zap even when there isn’t one.

Steve looks down at his hand and smiles softly when he feels the warmth of your skin under his moving thumb. He puts the pot down on your table, his now free hand moving to your waist. He leans in slowly and you can feel the inhale of his chest against your arm, that can’t be right, before his lips leave a soft peck on your cheek.

You're burning fiercer than you ever have under his gaze.

“Hi.”

You barely get the reply of a h out before he’s shifting you in front of him properly, one hand enveloping the side of your jaw while the other squeezes your waist as he presses his lips to yours.

There’s a shiver that runs through your whole body at the contact, like stepping into an ice bath, but then it’s all warmth. That familiar tingle spreads through you as his lips move against yours with a desperate pull. You flinch back before you’re lost in the feeling altogether, eyes shut and head shaking.

“I feel like this is crossing a line of delusion. I can’t be kissing a ghost! This is insan–“ Steve cuts you off with another deep kiss, hands confident in their attempt to ground you.

“You worry too much.” He mumbles into your mouth and you open your eyes, breaking your lips apart.

“Shouldn’t you be more worried? Steve, you're dead.”

He smirks, “Which means I have nothing left to worry about. Besides,” your lips click as he presses quick, sweet kisses to you between talking, “I don’t feel like I’m dead. ‘Cause I can feel again, you know?” He leans back, hazel eyes searching deep within your own, “I feel things when I’m with you.” His thumb strokes your cheek softly, “I can touch you for god’s sake.” He laughs in disbelief, “Babe, you’ve brought me back.”

You frown under his gaze of awe, “Steve that’s not possible.”

“Okay, maybe not back back, but you’ve done something.”

“I haven’t used any magic I swear.” You shake your head.

“No, not with magic. I think it’s just you.” He smiles, before licking his bottom lip, “I was content with my death when it happened you know. I got to say goodbye thanks to your friend, and I saved the people I loved with my sacrifice. Then I met you and I knew I couldn’t go. That it wasn’t really my time because I would miss out on a life with you.”

“Steve.” You whisper, eyes stinging.

“I’m serious. I don’t think it was an accident that led me to you. I think it was fate.”

“I don’t believe in fate.”

He frowns, “Isn’t that a witch thing though? You read tarot cards.”

“I use them more as guidelines on what to look out for. How to avoid bad things–”

“Whatever, I don’t care.” He shakes his head, before squeezing your hip again. “I know. You’ve done this to me.”

Tears are threatening to spill over your lash line now.

“I’m sorry.”

Steve smiles at the whisper that leaves you, “Don’t be. Best thing that’s ever happened to me. Gave me no choice but to find a way to be with you forever.”

You let him lean his body into you, giving up on fighting against your own when his lips find yours again, melting against him when he licks into your mouth. Steve Harrington was still dead, but his form appeared entirely real. How? At this moment you did not know, but you couldn’t find it in you to question it.

Because, well…you’d fallen in love with a ghost.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au #ghost!steve harrington #witch!reader #Spotify

[alilbitlesbian]

Third time's the charm (common denominators) DLC

One of my readers on AO3 asked a description of a room the other day, and then I offered to describe more, and then I wrote too much so,,, here we are?

For anyone who doesn't have the context of my fic; GN!Reader-insert (Dove) is Adam's third wife (made for him ooo) and got stuck In hell during the season finale, this is just a few rooms from that story described in detail.

Story's called "Third time's the charm (common denominators)" and you can find it on ao3.

@alovesongtheywrote here you are! <3

Adam’s office

imma describe it like Dove’s investigating it

The office is pretty barebones, there are no pictures, no personal touches, really, it looks like it could belong to anyone. There’s a grand, bow-front oak desk in the centre of the room, and a few mainly empty bookshelves. 

(Personally, you know exactly why Adam has a bow-front desk, he loves public stuff, and he loves blowjobs, so– Ugh, actually, let’s not think about that right now.)

There’s a desktop computer on the desk, though it’s mounted so it can easily be pushed and pulled around to see over the desk for meetings and such. You round it and open the drawers on the right side, only to find them empty aside from some menial office supplies, a perforator and such.. That, well, that can’t be right, you take a closer look, and–

Yeah, that’s more like it. 

It’s a false bottom, in the hidden compartment of the drawer, there’s a vibrator and three different fleshlights, you vaguely recognize them from when Adam was in this phase and kept leaving the items around the house. He was so obsessed. “Oh! These are made from the moulds of real people, yeah, real human ass! Yeah, this is from a porn star named Chris- Hey hey, don’t look at me like that, bitch, it’s not gay– it’s THE best fucking ass possible, okay, shut the FUCK up!” 

You know far too much about them, he would rant for hours and hours how the insides were made to give different textures, and– Oh, yeah, you recognize that big one, you use a pen to turn it over, it was made to ‘help train stamina’, it worked fine, which was the problem. Ugh, you thought he’d gotten rid of these.

Closing the drawer back up, you move to look at his desk, there’s a shit ton of trash on his desk, next to a pile of files he had to go through- You still have no idea what he does in his office, but you think he doesn’t, either. You recognize one of the beer cans, and huff.

That’s another fleshlight, you recognize it, because he used to keep it in the fridge, until you figured out what it was and made him get rid of it. You think he gave up on the incognito sex toys in different places, but seems he just moved them to his work, gross.

His computer is brand new, there’s several games with anime girls as the icons, one called ‘Yandere simulator’.. What’s that? Eh, whatever, unimportant.

The left drawer has a few personal affects,  a miniature guitaraxe you got him for his birthday once, several pictures of you, him and/or Lyre. And a few of him and Lute, there’s also a collection of pictures he took during an extermination once, with the three of you absolutely drenched in blood.

There’s a dog bed in the corner, sometimes he takes Lyre to work, ‘Liar’ is embroidered onto the front of the bed, and there’s a small basket of different dog toys, and a hook with a spiked dog collar and studded leash hung off of it, right above the bed.

There is a row of dead cacti on the windowsill, you’re pretty sure Emily keeps giving them to him, the one furthest right is still alive, the one furthest left is the most dead one, they seem to all die of different things, though. One is rotting away (it smells), another is dried down to a raisin, one smells overwhelmingly of alcohol.. This one’s got all of it’s spikes cut out? There’s tweezers next to it and a neat pile of the spikes, jesus christ Adam, what? Another has a tiny collection of swords stabbed through it.

Actually tiny, they’re small swords, okay? You have no idea where he got them.

Moving on from that, there’s—Well, the rest of the place is pretty barren, there’s some panties you don’t recognize halfway under a bookshelf, but what else is new? You huff, having found nothing very interesting, and leave the room, noting that there is no lock on the door.

Again, gross, Adam.

Dove’s hotel room

(Before the return with Lute)

“Should we… I don’t know, empty it out?” Charlie’s hand settles on Vaggie’s shoulder, the fallen angel huffs, shoulders falling.

She’s probably been standing, looking into Dove’s old room, for a little too long.

“I don’t want to.” She murmurs lowly, Charlie smiles, but Vaggie looks away.

“Then we won’t.” Her girlfriend assures, Vaggie nods slowly, glancing around the room.

“I’d like to be alone, for a while, if that’s okay.” Charlie nods, pressing a quick kiss against Vaggie’s cheek. Her hands settle on her girlfriend’s shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze before she pulls away.

“Of course, Vaggie, I’ll be downstairs if you need me, okay?” Vaggie nods mutely, and Charlie leaves.

Vaggie squares her shoulders, then enters the room, shutting the door behind her.

Dove’s room is… A mess, really, there’s a bluetooth speaker on the nightstand, it is on, though it chimes every few seconds that it has a low battery. There’s a clock, but it’s several hours behind. The floor is littered with dirty clothes, and there are dishes around the room, though, they are oddly all clean of food residue.

There are cans of.. Mace? On the floor? All empty, it’s not like it’s a few of them either.

Vaggie confiscates the cigarettes she finds.

The bed has a single plush duck at the centre of the pillows. The pillows themselves are more set up like a nest than in a row by the headboard, which Vaggie vaguely remembers is one of Dove’s habits. There are three different TVs around the room, not a single one is fully off, one has a screensaver of ducklings in water for some reason, and another is playing ‘funniest murder videos’, again, blissfully, the volume is down.

Vaggie sighs, and turns off anything electronic she can find, she plugs the speaker into a charger. Then finds all three of the TV remotes and sets them on top of the nightstand (they are all incompatible with the other two TVs, but look exactly the same. Thank you, Dove.)

Looking around the room for anything else that should be dealt with before she.. Well, locks the room up for the foreseeable future, she’s kind of confused by her findings.

Food items, or even sex toys, is what she expects to find, that was a really weird thing with Dove. For some reason, the angel had a thing with keeping sex toys in the worst places possible. Vaggie would assume they were Adam’s if Dove weren’t so adamant they were theirs.

Weird.

But none of that was there, if anything, aside from the weirdly obnoxious TVs, and, for some reason, a mini-fridge, the room was kind of…

Bittersweet.

There was a pet bed under one of the windows, full of a certain cat’s black hair, but much bigger than necessary to be intended for Keekee, distinctly the size of a certain dog. As an extra punch in the gut, there’s a small shopping bag with a few necessities, toys, a collar and leash, and food. There’s a bowl set up to the side, it’s topped off with fresh water for Keekee.

There’s a desk, though it’s been buried under trash–or, well, it’s been buried under.. Stuff, new stuff, the most of it, like Dove has been going on a buying (or shoplifting) spree. There’s also a simple potted plant that blooms with Lilac flowers, Lute distinctly remembers Emily having one that looks like it.

She moves on, passing the walk-in closet, and the bathroom looks oddly untouched aside from some golden stains in the sink. There’s also a towel crumpled on the ground, it too, is covered in bloodstains. It’s long dry, the blood appearing brown and the cloth looks like it’d crunch if Vaggie tried to unfold it.

When did Dove get hurt? She… She can’t really think of a time.

She closes the bathroom door, she’ll ask Charlie to throw away the towel, she was sure Alastor would try to eat it or something, and that was frankly freaky when it’s her parent’s blood.

Continuing down the room, there’s a few leafy red plants in the windowsill that Vaggie thinks used to stand in other places in the hotel. The rest of the surface seems clear, aside from grime, and Vaggie almost passes by, but…

There’s a pile of pictures on the dusty windowsill, packed in a folder from some shop in hell that apparently printed them. The pictures were obviously well-loved, and frequently visited, by the smudged dust around the pile.

Vaggie sits down on the bed with the pictures and sorts through them.

She quickly figures that these are all images that were on Dove’s phone, there are.. A lot of them, she sets them in little piles, a few of the pictures are of Liar, but a lot of them are…

Candids?

She didn’t know a lot of these existed, it was a little odd, really, to see herself like this. It was just.. Domestic moments, most of them. One of her asleep in a pile with a few of the other exorcists and Lute. One of her and the others all drinking, with Dove’s face halfway in the frame in what was intended to be a selfie. 

Also a lot of.. Lute.

A surprising amount, really.

Lute and Dove at a fair, with a seal plush between them (though Lute looked wholly unamused), the two of them with Liar, and many of them just..

Well.

Asleep? Cuddling? A lot of Lute, asleep, curled up in increasingly strange positions or situations. Vaggie had seen Dove take these sometimes, always with the excuse of ‘blackmail’, but…

She’s pretty sure the wing in the one she holds is Dove, Lute’s asleep ontop of Dove’s wing. That on it’s own could be fine but–

There’s a lot like that, a lot that seem oddly intimate, Vaggie shakes her head.

Dove is literally created to love men, and nothing else, Vaggie’s just reading into it too much. Lute never seemed close to them anyway.

She puts the pictures back, and stands, there’s a few loose feathers about, a few are white, but that’s not too strange, sometimes down was lighter than the normal feathers. What is strange is that there is an engraved money clip on the floor, with a few spare hundred dollars in it.

Vaggie hesitates, that’s hell’s currency, not heaven’s. How did Dove even–

She picks it up, reads what’s engraved.

Ah.

What the fuck.

LM.

…Christ, Dove, did you really steal from my father-in-law…?

She sighs, glancing one last time around the room, she unplugs some electronics (not the minifridge) and then locks the room behind her, intent to find Charlie to.. Find a way to return this without (rightfully) pissing off Lucifer.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #reader x hazbin hotel #reader insert #third time's the charm #common denominators

[klaus-mikaelsonslut]

the swan | a.s

pairings: alfie solomons x feminine reader

warnings: swearing

request: not requested

alfie masterlist

The room was silent, apart from the simple violin playing in below the stage and the subtle whispers from the audience.

The theatre was set into three separate layers, the bottom layer could reach right up close and who's view point is mediocre depending on which row you're seated in, then there was seating above the bottom which was slightly further away from the stage but in most people's opinion is was the best option and you could still get a good view of the stage, those seats are usually for more privileged, richer folk and lastly another layer of seats were set above the middle rows and on those rows, you could see everything.

The entire stage, the performers who were playing the music, the whole audience and you were accompanied with a cushion, these seats were the most expensive and only a select few would be sitting there.

His sciatica hadn't been treating him well as of recent, and so he couldn't wait to finally sit down to release some of the pain.

Alfie was seated in a chair on the second and middle layer, the hosts knew of him and were careful to not set him off and offered him a free of charge visit but he refused, he payed for his seat and tipped each worker kindly.

Unfortunately, the theatre wouldn't allow dogs and so Alfie had to leave Cyril at home with Ollie.

Suddenly, the music began.

The violins were in harmony and the piano was calming as each note was slow, keeping in rhythm with the other instruments.

The curtains drew back and the stage was exposed, it was empty for a few moments until a woman appeared.

She entered on the tip of her toes, her shoes supporting her and keeping her well balanced. The fabric of her costume was white and thin, from her waist and above it was merely lace with a thin layer of fabric underneath to conceal anything that the performer wouldn't want to be exposed.

She was ethereal.

Her dark, curled hair was neatly put up to prevent distraction or hazard, but it seemed she couldn't be torn away from her choreography.

She kept her hands straight above her head as she spun, she had finally perfected her pirouette that she spent weeks on.

Her heart raced as the audience clapped at her talent, she glided across the stage as the music lead her through the routine she had been non-stop practising for the last three months.

Alfie stared at her in amazement, he was too distracted by her that he hadn't noticed the scent of nicotine until he took in a large breath.

He sighed and spoke up in a whisper, "What are you doin' 'ere, Tommy?"

"I've just come to watch some entertainment, I didn't know you were interested in ballet."

Alfie tore his eyes away from the stage and looked towards Tommy, even though he didn't want to take his eyes off of her.

He merely hummed as a reply, "Now, why are you 'ere mate? Surely it can't be 'o see a stranger spin on a fuckin' stage."

"It's the Italians, they-"

"Business? Nah, I'm not talking 'bout it 'ere." Alfie redirected his face towards the stage, continuing to watch the woman finish her performance.

"Fuckin' beautiful, ain't she just?"

"Sounds like you're familiar with her, Alfie."

The crowd cheered as she bowed, she was at the front of the stage, directly in the middle.

Roses and tulips were thrown towards her, she picked a few up and dissappeared towards backstage.

"She's been training for fuckin' months, she has. Told 'er to take a rest but she insisted on continuing, 'ad to carry 'er and put 'er into bed meself."

"Hmm, well she's a good performer to get herself into the west end."

The curtains slowly closed as the audience began to clear out of the exits.

"Yea, my wife's a talented little thing."

#y/n #alfie x reader #alfie solomons #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders #ballet #1920s

[demonytekav]

CW: None. Fluff. Found Kitten AU

Izuku was nervous.

He’d found an abandoned kitten towards the end of his patrol crying behind a dumpster and couldn’t just leave the poor thing there to starve. The mother was no where to be seen and the little cries asking for help pulled at every string in his heart.

Usually after he clocks out he showers at work and finishes some paper work before returning home but the little orange thing was shivering and covered in filth. Izuku had wrapped it up as best he could and held it against his body for warmth as he made his way to the convenience store and then home. Normally he would take the kitten to a shelter but a few days ago someone had decided to set fire to a local one. The bastard. Luckily almost all the animals and people had gotten out safely but they’d been placed in the other local shelters filling them up.

He’d have to keep the kitten at least for a little while before taking it in to the shelter or maybe find someone who wouldn’t mind having a new kitten. But that was for later. For now, he brought the little furry mess home.

It wasn’t until the tiny thing was bathed, warmed, and he was watching it scarf down some kitten food that he started to get nervous. He’d forgotten one key factor in all of this.

Kacchan.

They’d never really discussed having an animal. Both of them too busy to truly give a pet the love and attention it would need. Izuku knows the blonde likes dogs but hes not sure about cats. Plus he knows Katsuki likes to keep their apartment as clean as possible and while cats can generally take care of themselves Izuku knows they sometimes have trouble littler box training or scratching things etc. Unfortunately this little one has fleas too. Which yes can be taken care of but still.

In the living room he nervously bites his thump nail as he considered the kitten. It was now napping curled in the corner of a big box Izuku had dragged out. In there was a cozy warm blanket, a stuffed panda bear which the kitten slept under its arm, some food and water, and in the furthest corner was a little litter box.

He’d planned to go get an actual litter box and some more supplies and keep the baby in their spare room. But for now wanted to make sure it was kept close in case it was/got sick. He’d take it to a vet tomorrow morning.

Izuku jolts as the lock on the front door unlatches and peeks out into the hallway entrance just as Katsuki is stepping into the apartment. The blonde mumbles a tired “I’m home.” As he takes his coat off and hangs it up.

Izuku smiles fondly at him as he pulls his boots off next and stacks them neatly to the side. “Welcome home Kacchan!”

Katsuki grunts in acknowledgement before hanging his keys and stepping fully into their home. Their eyes meet and Katsuki pauses to assess Izuku, instantly sensing something was off.

The blonde raises a suspicious eyebrow and asks “What?”. His deep voice is amplified by the hallway walls.

Izuku swallows and smiles through the nerves. “What do you mean what?”

Katsuki squints and starts to step closer to Izuku. “You tell me. Why do you look like you bent my favorite pan again huh?”

“That was one time!” Izuku squawks but a blush forms on his cheeks when a high pitched mewing interrupts them. Izuku tries to sputter an explanation but Katsuki frowns and barrels past him into the living room.

The blonde doesn’t stop and just goes straight for the box and Izuku watches as he squats down. “What’s this?” Katsuki questions voice devoid of emotion and straight to the point.

Izuku chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his head. “Well, you see…I found it on my way back to the office and had to bring it here since the shelters are still full. It was freezing and hungry so I couldn’t just leave it there you know,” his eyes catch Katsukis for a moment as the blonde turns to look at him. Looking away from that pointed stare he continues. “I got some food and stuff for it, I know we haven’t ever talked about it before-“ he keeps rambling not noticing Katsuki has reached into the box and the little cries have stopped.

“-so you see I just felt it was best to bring it here for tonight and…” Izuku trails off finally turning to look at the blonde and his mouth drops open in shock.

Katsuki has the little thing on its back in one large palm cradled to his chest and is wiggling his fingers of his other hand above the little paws batting at them before diving those fingers down and ticking the plump furry little belly. He watches stunned as Katsuki gently maneuvers the kitten and cradles it like it’s a precious thing.

And he’s smiling.

A whole ass real gentle smile that Izuku himself has only seen a handful of times. All while the kitten is nibbling his fingers and playfully swiping at them.

Izuku can’t even form words right now with how tight his heart seems to squeeze in his chest. The amount of cuteness he is seeing might just make him implode.

To add even more surprise the blonde starts talking gently. And giggling.

Giggling…..

Izuku can’t comprehend the man he’s seeing right now.

“You’re just a little spitfire aren’t ya? Yeah….Just a little hunter ready to attack those fingers huh. That’s right.” Katsuki chuckles.

Izuku watches as he puts the kitten down back into the box but doesn’t get up to leave. Instead he sits down and reaches in to pet it.

Katsukis low voice travels through their living room as he gently talks to the kitten. “So fuckin cute aren’t you? Just a pretty little baby.”

The shorter man watches in awe as Katsuki continues to mumble sweet little nothings to the kitten. Izuku has never ever heard him use the soft loving tone he’s using right now.

“How come you never talk to me like that?” Comes out of his mouth before he can stop it. Embarrassment rushes through him and he feels his face heat up as the blonde gives him a look while side eyeing him.

Katsuki raises his eyebrow and sarcastically asks “Are you a baby?”

Izuku opens his mouth to deny it. “Yes.” Shit. He hadn’t meant to say that. His face burns furiously as Katsuki stops petting the kitten and then fully turns to face him with a shocked expression.

Blonde eyebrows raise as far as they can go before a very evil smile creeps on to Katsukis face. Izuku knows he’s fucked up.

“Is that right?”

Izuku shivers at the tone and starts to backtrack out of the room. “I mean NO! Obviously not!”

Katsuki tilts his head and relaxes his smirk into a smile. “Don’t worry, I think you’re a pretty little baby too.”

Heat sears Izukus cheeks as Katsuki uses the SAME tone he used for the kitten. “STOP IT!” He yells as he trips out of the living room on his way to the bathroom to wash his face and get away from THAT.

The blondes villainous cackles travels through the house right on his heels.

They do end up keeping the kitten and naming him Boomstick or Boomie for short. The little thing absolutely adores Katsuki and of course loves Izuku…but it’s not the same. He greets the blonde when he comes home from work and climbs on his shoulders. Sometimes Izuku thinks the cat looks down on him from up there like “Hah I have the high ground!”.

The teasing about Izuku being jealous of the kitten never does stop. Every chance he gets to catch Izuku off guard Katsuki speaks in that gentle soothing tone just to see Izuku squirm, shiver, and blush. Calling him a ‘pretty baby’ or ‘my good boy’ and watching as the shorter man literally short circuits. And if that makes it into their bedroom activities that’s no one’s business but theirs.

END!

AN///Boomie is based on my own Kitty Oliver. Little thing used to cuddle up to a panda bear and sleep under its arm. And we always tell him he’s a pretty boy and call him “cute face”. Cat parent shit.

Anyway just a short idea I had about Katsuki being gentle and soft with a kitten and it getting to Izuku. Have a wonderful day/night! Thanks for reading! (Sorry for any errors i just barfed this out for funsies)

#bakudeku #bkdk #kav fics #short fic

[silvermp]

last night I dreamt -

I dreamt I went to a BTS concert. Accidentally swapped dreamscapes with a horse.

Now, I am not a huge fan of BTS. Their music is fun, and I’ve probably watched all their routines because I do like well-choreographed dances - but I dont even remember what they all look like, and I don’t know any of their names.

In this dream, BTS ended the concert by asking if anyone in the crowd wanted a chance to learn some of their choreography and dance on stage at their next show. Everyone else was so excited screaming that they forgot to raise their hand to volunteer. So I raised my hand. Free dance lessons sounded fun. I won the tickets.

After the show ended, an official rep for the band found me waiting in line at the bathroom, and asked to do a quick interview with me. Apparently they were doing a short film about inviting a fan to do choreo, and wanted to know my backstory (how I grew up) to start coming up with video ideas.

Me: Uhhhh, I live in Kentucky, and my mom trained horses to do dressage, I guess?

Them: Perfect!

This somehow resulted in piling into a large van with a bunch of film folks + their cameras, and my Fiance. We drove through some mountains until we reached Kentucky, where I was told I would be introduced to the horse they wanted me to ride onstage, to make the horse dance before I would jump off and join the dance as a person. 

So we’re driving past all these amazing horse trainers demonstrating the wild tricks their horses could do in the fields, and ended up at... a farmhouse.

Like, a regular-ass, kinda run-down, dirty kentucky farmhouse. It had a rusted swingset in the front yard, the scraggliest fucking grass on either side of muddy paths, and a wooden wrap-around porch with peeling paint that sagged + bounced a little when you walked on it. Behind it was a very nice barn with beautiful horses and lovely white-painted fences - exactly what I’d expect. Horse people pour their money into their horses, not themselves.

But the film people were distressed! This wasn’t aesthetic! How would they do a beautiful documentary of me meeting this amazing horse and become a talented dressage rider on stage with BTS against such an ugly background!?

So the film people called in a bunch of woodworkers and repair guys to fix up the house to make it pretty, while I dropped my stuff off inside. There’s doilies and hand-made crafts everywhere. Cross-stitching. Hand-carved bears that also resembled dogs. A huge collection of cowboy boots and ALL of them were falling apart at the seams but still caked with dried mud to show they’re used regularly. The guest room smelled vaguely of cigarette smoke and pine sap. Everything is wood-paneled. The bathroom was entirely pastel pink.

All these details that felt like they’d been pulled from every stereotype I’d ever had about old in-use ranch and farmhouses. The outside was fully fleshed out, but the inside sorta....morphed into existence as I wondered something like ‘did they have a bathroom?’

So I met the ‘legendary’ trainer in a barely-lit wood-paneled hallway, shook hands with her, and we went to go back outside to go meet the horse I was to ride.

In the distance, there was BTS petting some other horses at the fence, one of them was laughing and waving at a cell-phone held up to livestream while another kept ripping handfuls of grass up to feed the horses. They had driven in the van behind mine, to make this trip, because they thought ‘BTS learns to ride horses’ would be a fun video for fans to see. (’sure’, I thought ‘That sounds like something rich athletic celebrities would make on a whim’)

But the horse in the barn took one look at me, pinned his ears back and gave me an expression like “Why the fuck are you here?” and tried looking over my shoulder, and I had the odd realization that this wasn’t my dream.

This was the horse’s dream.

The horse was a fan of BTS from hearing them on the barn’s shitty speakers, and wanted to dance on stage with them.

And I was one of a few humans in Kentucky who could make that ‘link’ happen.

Like, apparently reality in a dream could only bend so far before the improbability made the whole thing collapse. You had to make small bends here and there, until all the events could form the path you wanted. 

The ‘bends’: Horse wanted to meet BTS and dance with them. I liked dancing, and appreciated BTS enough to theoretically buy tickets. I was also from Kentucky, and I both knew that horses could ‘dance’ via dressage, and could ride horses proficiently. I had the money to buy a ticket to their show, and I’d be game for being in a video project if one was suggested to me. All these little ‘truths’ were able to gently bend the dream’s baseline reality toward getting BTS to this particular farm.

But the horse wanted one of the BTS guys to ride him - Not me.

And I told the horse: I didn’t think BTS had ever ridden a horse, so of course they wouldn’t be placed on such an energetic and excitable young stallion to learn on - they’d end up on a very docile old mare who would just plod along calmly.

And so the horse snapped out of his halter, reared up and transformed into this really terrifying smoky dragon-horse-dark-souls-armor monster thing and screamed at me with a lot of very sharp teeth and sharp face plates. Despite that scary visual description, in the moment I just felt puzzled - not scared.

I left the dream with the impression that it was just the horse throwing an angry tantrum because this was the closest he ever got to actually meeting BTS but no one fucking believed in him!

I felt bad. =( 

Anyway, I now believe there’s a horse somewhere in Kentucky who really likes BTS, and is trying to dreamlink his way into that meeting.

#one time I dreamt #horses #bts #dreaming #smp

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Also a story that fits these days. Your Strawberry

The punching bag

She tried to concentrate on the papers lying on the desk in front of her, but for a while she had felt an inexplicable restlessness. She noticed her dog, who was lying at her feet, stirring. He got up, walked around the desk and stopped next to her chair. He stared at her and the feeling that something was wrong increased.

She stood up and stroked the dog's head. "You feel it too," she stated and the dog nuzzled its head against her hand. Automatically she stepped to the window and looked towards her husband's office, but she saw nothing. Sometimes it happened that they stepped to the window at the same time and caught sight of the other, but not today.

Then there was a knock on her door and she turned around. "Come in," she called loudly and one of her husband's security guards entered the room. "Sorry to disturb you, Madame," he said. Alarmed, she went to meet him and asked, "Is something wrong with my husband?" She sensed something was wrong. "Your husband has been punching our punching bag for over an hour," he explained. "We just can't get him to stop. He doesn't hear us and we don't want to do violence to him." The man exhaled. She saw the relief in his gaze that he had produced those words. Now she knew where her restlessness had come from. "Take me to him," she said and the man nodded gratefully.

Outside the training room stood some security guards. They looked down in embarrassment when they realised she was coming. Her companion opened the door to the room, let her enter and closed the door again. Immediately her eyes fell on her husband. He was wearing workout clothes and was all sweaty. Sweat was running down his forehead and even his arms were shining. His shirt was wet with sweat and his hair was frizzy from the humidity.

She moved closer to him but still kept a proper distance. Again and again his fist pounded the punching bag and a moan left his lips. She took a deep breath before saying loudly, "Stop it!" Another blow was followed by a short pause. He seemed to have heard her. "Go away," he pressed out with difficulty and again his fist hit the punching bag.

"The men out there are completely irritated by your behaviour. You've been punching that bag for half an eternity. They've come for me because they don't know what to do with you. Stop it already!" She had become louder and louder and the last words she had almost shouted. Startled, he had backed away and stared at her in horror.

She saw him sway and then fall to his knees. Immediately she was with him, kneeling down and holding him. She smelled the sweat that had mixed with his perfume. She felt the sweat where her skin touched him, but she didn't care. She held him tightly. His head fell on her shoulder and he groaned. "I think I overdid it," he said softly. She was glad he seemed to have come to his senses.

"It won't solve your problems if you go all out here," she explained calmly. She no longer had to shout to get him to listen to her. "It's fine if you take your frustrations out on the punching bag, but you should know by now when enough is enough," she lectured him. "I hate it when your people come for me because they don't know what to do with you," she added to her sermon.

"I get it," he confessed quietly. "I need something to drink," he then moaned and broke free of her embrace. He sat on his lower legs and made no effort to rise. With raised eyebrows she looked at him. "Will you be able to walk out of this room on your legs alone?" He pressed his eyebrows together. "If you would be so kind as to bring me something to drink as well as my towel, I could manage." She heard the sarcastic undertone but ignored it. Then she stood up and brought him both.

She stopped in front of him and looked down at him. A grin crossed her face. "What's so funny?" he wanted to know. "You just reminded me of our dog," she commented. Questioningly, he looked at her. "He never knows when enough it is enough either and then he sits in front of me, sweaty and panting, and drinks the whole bowl of water in one go." "I'm not a dog, I'm the President," he said and she heard a hint of annoyance resonate. "Then act like it," she threw at him and left the room.

Hellooo sweet 🍓! ❤️

Nothing like a good old alone time with a punching bag! It actually helps relieve the soul (even if the problems are still there after).

But good that Emmanuel has Brigitte to bring in back to reason and calm him down too. And nice analogy there with the dog!

Profound and well written story as usual!

Thank you so much, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #strawberry

[space-mermaid-writing]

Faded Black Ink [IronStrange] - Chapter 7

Relationship: Doctor!Stephen Strange x Mafia!Tony Stark

Tags: Mafia AU, Angst, Romance, Idiots in love

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Chapter's note: Last time they kissed. Time to get some plot into this story now.

Chapter 7: Early mornings and late nights

Stephen was glad when his shift was finally over in the early morning hours. It had been a quiet night shift, unfortunately. He was tired, but sleep was out of the question, even in one of the bunk beds in the on call rooms. Stephen had tried, but his thoughts had kept wandering to Tony Stark. To his lips, his cologne.

Sighing, Stephen had risen from his uncomfortable bed, and thrown himself into work. Except there wasn't much to do. No emergency to which he had been called. Nothing to distract him. Even Christine was gone, her shift having ended before Tony had shown up. There was only Stephen and the watery coffee from the cafeteria.

The sun was already rising when he finally drove home. He got out of his car and approached the front door when a figure detached himself from there and approached him. He was a tall man with dark, back combed hair, wearing a sharp, all black suit. He looked as if he stepped right out of a commercial for Hugo Boss.

"Doctor Stephen Strange?"

He spoke with a foreign accent, and with his confident and flawless demeanor, he was reminiscent of another version of Tony Stark. All alarm bells were ringing in Stephen. This man was dangerous. Only his years spent in the ER, which had trained the doctor to remain at least outwardly calm, enabled him to keep a neutral expression.

"Yes?" he asked warily.

"I need your medical expertise."

Stephen eyed the man without any real interest. All he wanted to do was to go into his apartment and fall face first onto his bed. "You look fine to me."

The man rolled his eyes. "It's about my father." He sounded impatient, irritated that the doctor was being difficult.

Stephen didn't care. "Is it an emergency?"

"Not directly-..."

"Then call my office," Stephen interrupted him, circling him to walk to the front door. "Make an appointment."

The man turned around and followed him, definitely annoyed now. "Look, if this is about money..."

Stephen slammed the door in his face. What was with these people pestering him and trying to buy him? There were perfectly fine doctors at every hospital in New York, who were available 24/7.

~~

Steve and Natasha entered a club in Boston together. Loud and generic music greeted them. The club was furnished in a dark style. It gave the impression of the underground scene, with industrial ambiance. It was a current trend: the more run-down, the better. The lack of taste continued in the outfit choices of the female guests. There was a lot of skin. Natasha saw more than a pair of breasts under fabric that was so translucent it didn't even deserve its name. She felt almost overdressed with her short dress, but was glad it covered everything important.

There were two levels. The main area had a large bar, a spacious seating area with armchairs and small tables, and a dance floor. The club was very crowded, a local hotspot for scene kids that were looking for fun.

The VIP area was on the second floor and they had to get through a bouncer to get there, but that was easy enough. They were invited.

It was rare that Tony sent his people out without him. But he himself was too busy in New York. Besides, it was just a first meeting with a potential business partner. On such occasions, hands were shaken and pleasantries exchanged. People sniffed at each other like dogs in a park, without discussing important things. Tony didn't need to be present for such things. His men (and women) were just as capable of it.

People saw Steve's physical stature and immediately thought he was a thug. Muscles over brains. That was only partially true and sometimes it was good to be underestimated. And as for Natasha; she could step into any role. Together, the two of them made a good team and this wasn't the first job they'd done together. They were efficient, Natasha more subtle, while Steve was more blunt.

They had barely taken a step into the VIP area when their contact approached them. He had dark hair and a scruffy beard. He was dressed in a suit and on his hand, which he held out to Steve, he wore several rings.

"Mr. Rogers. It is so nice to meet you."

"Likewise, Mr. Volkov ." Steve grabbed his hand and shook it with no small amount of force, but the man didn't let on. Rather, he seemed to like Steve's display of strength.

"Please, call me Aleksei," he told Steve in his heavy accent. "We're meeting here to make new friends."

"Only if you call me Steve."

Aleksei grinned broadly and then turned for the first time to Natasha, who had so far stayed out of the conversation. "And who might you be?"

"I'm Nat." She said teasingly, acting like a piece of jewelry being carried out on Steve's arm. "I'm just here to look pretty."

"And you're doing a great job." Aleksei gave her a wink. "But why don't you go downstairs and have fun for a while? I'm sure our business talking will just bore you."

Natasha and Steve exchanged a look. The plan had been for her to stick around, at least for a while, to distract the Russian, maybe pry some information out of him. But if he sent her away so directly, it would be suspicious if she resisted. And she didn't want to make him suspicious.

Like Steve, Aleksei Volkov was not the head of the Russian family that ran this business. But he held enough power to conduct negotiations.

Steve nodded subtly at her. She could leave him alone, he had everything under control. Besides, they could communicate with each other via a hidden comm device in their ears, should it be necessary.

She gave him a seductive smile, which was mostly a show for Aleksei, and then let his arm go.

Satisfied, the Russian led Steve to a private booth in the back of the VIP area and ordered them some vodka.

Back in the main area on the first floor, Natasha disappeared into the crowd of dancers, to shake off potential curious glances. The change of plan wasn't dramatic. It just meant that she had more time for phase two.

There was another door that was guarded by a bouncer. It was near the bar and she made her way through the crowd. On the way, she switched her comm to mute so that Steve would not be distracted by the noises.

She went to the bar near the door and ordered a drink, keeping an eye on the bouncer. The drink she got had a color gradient from yellow to red and was decorated with skewered fruits. She put them between your lips and pulled out the skewer as she waited for an opportunity.

It didn't take long until she took a sip of her drink, before she abandoned it and slipped through the door while the bouncer was shortly distracted.

Behind the door was a short corridor. From the other end she heard another music, an upbeat house rhythm. She walked through an open door and stood in another world.

Lightly dressed women and young men moved between the patrons, who sat in groups in various seating areas. They poured them alcohol or discreetly handed them other sensory-altering substances. The air seemed fogged with the smoke of cigarettes and shisha, making everything seem even more surreal. This was the club's secret drug den.

The guests were mostly men and Natasha picked up a wide variety of languages. She couldn't make out any individual words, the voices were muffled. It was a hidden world that one should only enter if they had a plan B to get out, because otherwise it would eat them, swallow them and never spit them out again. It was dangerous.

The staff was a mix of young women and men - some of them almost still children - who kept the guests company. All of them were selected because of their physical features. Now and then they laughed when a guest made a joke or they entertained them with a dance. Some of the guests had a whole crowd of the pretty accessories gathered around them, getting their shoulders massaged by one, while another giggled on their lap and handed them their cigarette, and a third fed them.

Natasha knew exactly where this was going when a few more dollars changed hands and some hot words were whispered in one ear.

And she was exactly heading for one of these men. She recognized him immediately from the description. Constantine Zimin was neither handsome nor particularly rich. In fact, he had a tendency to be a little bit overweight, had thinning hair and a hideous mustache. Nevertheless, he had gathered around him three young, pretty women who read his every wish from his eyes. He was a black market trader and sold about anything for just the right price.

Natasha couldn't let on that she was tense. She had to give the impression that she knew exactly what she was doing. Only then her plan would work. She had to look like she belonged here.

After she had briefly assessed the situation and found it to be good, she walked purposefully toward the group. On the way, she pilfered a plate of snacks and small treats, which she brought, her hips swinging.

Cheekily, she settled down next to Zimin, offering him the small selection of snacks. "Would you like something?" she asked in a tone as sweet as the treats on her tray.

Zimin only looked briefly at the food and then eyed Natasha with much more interest. "That really looks delicious," he commented, taking a date and slipping it between his lips before putting his arm around her waist.

Normally, he would have a gun to his throat for that. But now she put on a fake smile and put her hand on his shoulder after setting the tray aside. With her other hand, she secretly reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a microchip. To make it disappear hidden in her cleavage from the eyes of the others, she leaned over to him and playfully pressed a kiss on his cheek. Then she grabbed her tray again and stood up.

Zimin reached out to keep her with him, but she was nimble and out of reach before he could lay a finger on her. He had no need to call out to her. There were enough other women around him to give him their attention.

She made a slight detour to avoid attracting attention while heading for the door to the front club area. She had almost reached it, when she suddenly heard an angry shout from behind. Turning her head a bit, she saw that Zimin had jumped up and was scanning his pockets. His gaze scanned the room as he failed to find what he had lost, and his finger pointed accusingly and angrily at Natasha when he spotted her. Shit, she was busted.

Immediately, she started running, no longer caring about being subtle. A man in dark clothes put himself in her path, no doubt a guard. She dropped the snacks from her tray and hurled it in his face like a Frisbee. It distracted him enough for her to dive off the side of him and then slid through the door into the narrow hallway.

The guards must be connected via comm, because before she even reached the other end of the hallway, the door opened and along with the music, two more guards appeared. They wanted to take her out before she disturbed the other club patrons.

Natasha silently cursed her much too short dress. It was not designed for a fight and revealed a lot while she was moving. She would be an amateur, though, if she let that stop her.

She was at a disadvantage because she didn't have any weapons with her, but the security did. Natasha jumped and landed on the shoulder of one of the guards, using the momentum to acrobatically twirl around him. Now the man had no weapon and Natasha tasered him in the neck. He gave a short gurgle and fell to the ground like a puppet without strings. Natasha rolled elegantly and dodged a punch from the other guy. They met in a hand to hand combat fight from which the young woman emerged victorious.

She took the pistol from his belt, even though she didn't plan to use it in the club. Too many civilians were present. But it was always good to have a backup plan.

Back on her feet, she unmutes her comm. "Steve, we might have a problem."

She had not paid attention to the voices in her comm during the two minutes that the fight had lasted. But now she heard shouts and the breaking of glass from his end.

Natasha hurried through the crowd in the club toward the VIP area, but before she reached the door, Steve approached her. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along.

He clearly had already given out a few punches - his hair was disheveled and a button was missing from his suit. They had arrived together – as far as Volkov knew, Steve had only be a distraction for her scheme.

"What happened?" Steve asked as they quickly made their way through the guests. Some of them noticed the commotion and unrest was spreading. But not enough for panic.

"I had a disagreement with someone." That was as vague as it was meaningless.

Steve said nothing but it was clear that he disapproved of her actions. But now the damage was done. No need to shed tears over it. Time to get out.

Together they rushed to the main entrance. Just as they stepped into the cool air outside, they heard the boots of more guards. Shots were fired and Natasha and Steve duck behind some cars. The people that stood in the queue waiting to get inside, screamed and chaos broke.

Steve heard a low whirring sound before an arrow hit one of the guards. A second followed immediately. Clint sat in the building across the street as backup. Keeping his eyes open, he was supposed to watch their backs in case something didn't go according to plan.

It gave Natasha and Steve the seconds they needed. Gritting their teeth, they kept running. There was no alternative. Stopping means dying. Or worse.

They managed to escape in the darkness of the night.

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The night club visit is totally a reference to the opening of CATWS when Nat and Steve get onto that boat. They're a great duo. Any idea who Stephen's visitor could be?

#IronStrange #StrangeIron #Stephen Strange #Doctor Strange #Tony Stark #Mafia AU #Mob Au #Italian mafia #Angst #Drama #Romance #Idiots in love #Faded black ink #ironstrange family #stephen strange x tony stark #doctor strange x iron man

[peterbparkerth]

Meet Cassie Master List

Main Master list

Synopsis: What happens when a student transfers to Hawkins High?. What if she is hiding a big secret that could change everything she managed to hide from others. (Begins during season 2 after Steve gets his heartbroken)

A/N: Please Read the Triggers in the Fanfic Master List before reading ahead. Future triggers will be Noted per chapter

Meet Cassie: Chapter 1

A beautiful young soul was in such a deep deep pain that she ran away to Hawkins to live with her aunt Mrs Meadows. It was the middle of the school year when she settled down in her aunt’s place.

Her aunt being a generous woman let her stay and enrolled her to Hawkins high so that Cassie could finish her education. She promised to make sure no one finds out her biggest secret.

Even though it was almost the middle of school year Cassie was excited to get to know new places and people. The bell rang as she entered the building, after getting her schedule and locker she was told to go to her class.

Mr Stephen prepared the class for the new student. Nancy was told to be the tour guide for Cassie. Almost everyone knew that Steve had been dumped by Nancy who was now slowly falling for jonathan.

The moment Cassie entered the room every eye was on her. “Introduce yourself Cassie” Mr Stephen told her. “I’m Cassie, i live with my aunt here. I moved from Minnesota” she said and quietly sat in front of Nancy, who welcomed her to Hawkins.

Time passed by and Nancy asked Cassie if she would hang out with her and Jonathan after school, but Cassie being quiet shy declined the invite. Instead she left the school building to walk around the town to the train tracks.

Being alone was a comfort for Cassie, she decided to spend some alone time on the train tracks. Just when it was about to get dark Cassie started hearing growling from the forest and she ran back to her house.

“What the hell was that?” She asked her self. She thought she must be dreaming and after her some time she went to bed.

Few days had gone since her arrival and Cassie had made couple of new friends including Nancy who she visited quite frequently. Steve also peeked her interest and unbeknownst to her Steve also noticed her but thought nothing of it.

Currently Steve was driving back to Nancy’s place to apologize to her about not helping her with Barb’s situation but before he could even knock on the door, dustin called him for his “Dart” situation. While Dustin was telling Steve how he got Dart, Cassie was sitting under a tree remembering her past and as she drew on her sketchbook. She had no idea what she will get herself into when Steve and Dustin spotted her and asked her to go home. Steve being himself asked her “Would you like to help here?” Before she replied Dustin looked at him like he was about to kill Steve. “What are you guys up to?’ Cassie asked as she picked up some pieces of meat for Dart. “We are looking for Dustin’s dog” Steve lyingly told her.

Since she had nothing important to do she decided to accompany them. “So why did you moved to Hawkins?’ Dustin and Steve asked her at the same time. She cackled and replied “Well, i was bullied in my old school and couldn’t stand it so i decided to move and get a new start” she lied of course, she couldn’t tell them the complete truth. Steve kept a close eye on her as she chatted with Dustin, you could say that Steve wanted to know more about Cassie but was trying not to make her feel weird. They arrived at the abandoned yard where they met Lucas and Max, Cassie and Steve realised that Max was the girl Dustin was talking about so to divert his mind Steve decided to help Dustin get ready for the potential demo dog attack, Cassie was confused about the whole protection fort thing but still decided to help them.

Once the night time approached Cassie decided that she needed to leave and almost opened the bus door, “ you can’t go now” Lucas told her. “What do you mean i can’t leave?’ She questioned, “Well i lied to you about Dustin’s dog, but after what I’m about to tell you you need to promise that you will keep it a secret” Steve told her. Cassie nodded and one after another they all told her about the upside down to Eleven being the protector. “So what you’re saying is i moved to a state where upside down shit exist?” She asked and Dustin gave her a nodded while others apologised. Before she could blame them for getting her into this mess they all heard demo-dogs near by. Steve picked up his nailed bat and heroically decided to fight the bats only to figure out where they were going.

Cassie decided to follow them now more intrigued by the upside down’s creatures, they end up arriving at Byers where they found out that Will is the spy for the Mind Flayer. While all of this was going on Cassie decided to munch on some Pizza because hunger does not wait for suitable time. The demo-dogs were about to attack which alerted the ‘Other Cassie’ but before she could do anything Eleven came to the rescue and allowed her to keep her secret safe.

Minutes passed by and the plan was settled, the groups went their own way but while Cassie and the gang were waiting at the Byers; Billy and Steve’s fight took place but Cassie needed them to stop so she punched Billy across the face and forced him to stay away from Max and everyone else before she shoved him across the wall. Max decided they need to go underground and light it up in flames but before Cassie could stop the kids they all were onto the streets.

Once they were underground, they decided to look around for a while before burning the vines. Soon the demo-dogs started running towards them but Steve’s bat and Dart kept the kids safe. Cassie couldn’t blow her cover so he held onto Steve’s jacket as the demo-dogs ran away . Steve looked at her but she acted as if she did nothing, to not waste any time and Joyce gave them the signal Steve and the kids light up the vines, it was time to get out of there so Steve held Cassie’s hand as they all escaped and got to the car. Once the Mind Flayer was stopped and demo-dogs had died Dustin decided to let Steve know he is still holding Cassie’s hand.

He apologised to which she smirked and asked him if he can take her back to her aunt’s. He smiled and after dropping Dustin, Steve asked her if she would like to go out sometime just as friends because he wanted to get to know her better. She nodded but only if they stay as friends only, it intrigued him that she was not interested in being more than friends with anyone. He soon dropped her off to her place and she let him know the time he can pick her up and as soon as she closed the door she was met with many questions from her aunt and her uncle.

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Does anyone want Ch 2 to this? I don’t know how long i will make this fanfic. Let me know ☺️

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #eleven #eleven x reader #max hargrove #max hargrove x reader #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #will byers #joyce byers #jonathan byers #jim hopper #meet cassie #max mayfield #max mayfield x reader

[tapperhet-em]

4

It's "go time" and it gets ugly...

It took all Einar’s strength to let Meeri go after their conversation, but finally they walked out into the living room to their three friends wearing matching expectant expressions.  However, some things they were going to keep to themselves for a minute.  “Okay, let’s do this, Lorcan, before I chicken out.” Meeri nodded and turned to softly kiss Einar one more time, her eyes saying so much that she wanted to, and from the expression reflected back at her, he understood every unspoken word.

“Put your hands behind your back, Meeri.  You’ll be able to slip your hands out of these, so keep your thumbs and fingers spread or it will be obvious what I’ve done.  I have to put cuffs on to make this look real, babe.”  Lorcan had her move near him and put the cuffs on just tight enough they didn’t hit the floor.  He had her show him that she could slip them off to make sure that once she was in the Jeep that she could.  Here went nothing…

Meeri played the good prisoner as Lorcan took her to his waiting jeep.  Because she had the cuffs on, Melba was confused and kept jumping at her and barking.  That kept anyone from getting too close.  It seemed that they were convinced the dog was mad, not that she wanted to know why her friend wasn’t petting and had her hands bound.

By the time that they made it to the jeep, Meeri was crying real tears.  There had been some nasty comments to her from soldiers in the garrison, and Lorcan had joined in more than once.  She knew that he was playing a part, but to hear some of the horrid things coming out of his mouth hurt more than she wanted to admit. More than once her knees had given way under the weight of it all and he’d had to yank her up from almost falling.  To others it would have looked rough, and his yelling right behind her head had made her flinch, but he was as gentle as he possibly could be.  Lorcan honestly wasn’t sure if she was collapsing for real or if she was playing along.

“Get in the Jeep, bitch!” Lorcan pulled Meeri back against him fast, but as gently as he could.  Damn there were too many fucking people around watching.  He used the car door and the turn of his body to make it look like she was struggling as he dropped his head to say very low next to her ear.  “God, I’m so sorry for all of this sweetheart.  If you hate me forever I’ll understand.  I’m going to get us out of here before anyone calls my Lt.  Put your foot up on the running board and duck your head and I’ll push and it’ll look more like you were thrown in the back.  Melba’s losing her shit, so people are staying back.”  He gently kissed the side of her head and prayed Einar and their other friends didn’t shoot him later when they heard about this.

Meeri had known what Lorcan had been doing, but hearing it come from him made a world of difference.  Looking like she was fighting with him, she did exactly what he asked.  She had done training in parkour with the guys since they were kids, which aided quite a bit in getting her in, Melba on top of her, without getting injured.  Her dad always hated her being a tomboy, but at the moment, it might have just saved her ass.

Less than a minute the front door of the Jeep slammed and the engine roared to life.  She heard Lorcan hit the clutch and shift, then they were off.  “Don’t skip a gear.”  Meeri said.  Lorcan tended to do that when he was in a hurry and it jerked the Jeep a bit much for her.  The way she was laying, she or Melba would get hurt.

“No worries, Princess.  I’ve got it now.  I just had to get away from those damn people.  Are you okay?”  He looked in the rearview mirror as he threw his lights on to clear the road in front of him.  She was still laying down in the seat, and he was worried he’d pulled or pushed too hard.  The fact Melba was sitting on top of her might not have helped.

“I’m fine.  Melba might need a diet, though.”  Both of them laughed at Meeri’s response.  Once Melba had moved to the floor, Meeri sat up but hunched behind Lorcan.  The windshield was the only window not tinted almost completely black.  She knew that the only way someone would see her was to not be hid by the dog or seat. 

“Meeri, I’ll say it again.  I hated having to do that, please don’t hate me.  There were so many people watching, I was afraid if I didn’t make it look real that we’d end up with more soldiers and then I’d lose hold of you.”  There was no missing that he was upset about what had happened.  She caught his eyes in the rearview mirror and he wasn’t hiding how worried and upset he was.

“Lo, I knew it was going to be ugly before we left Einar’s room.  I’m fine.  You were loud and harsh, but you made gentle handling look rough from the reactions of the people around us.  I’m still not sure how we made it to the Jeep without one of us actually pulling on the other.”  Her forehead came to rest on the back of his seat as she started to relax.

#tapperhet #my ocs #my writing #fiction #fantasy #original fiction #original fantasy #modern royalty #new writing #original writing #modern royal romance #fantasy romance #princess #romance #modern romance #forbidden love #romantic #lovers #love story #friends to lovers #friends to family #friends to more #family to enemies #knights #soldiers #modern fantasy #modern fiction #mystery #mystery romance #adventure

[shuichi-iguchi-enjoyer]

My OC! I was gonna write a blurb on the side but I have more to say than I had room for so I’m just gonna type the info here. This is a long post, I’m very long-winded. Oh also have you ever made an OC as a joke but then you just kept adding like backstory and personality traits until they accidentally turned into a character you actually like? Yeah that’s what this is. Oh! And I forgot to say but left is one of her casual outfits and right is her villain costume

(TW: mentions of abuse, weapons, murder, I mean this is a LOV OC so yeah)

Name: Chloe (no last name)

Villain Name: Puppy Love

Quirk: Dog (Chihuahua). Grants her the abilities to smell anything within a 12 mile radius (including being able to know a lot about people from just their scent), fast reflexes, good running speed (only when running on all fours though), heightened hearing, as well as dog ears, a tail, big eyes, and sharp teeth. Basically, “she can do everything a dog can do”

Age: 20

Height: 4’8 (143 cm)

Birthday: April 28

Personality: hyper, bubbly, easily excited, naive, obedient, loyal, easily distracted, talkative, ditzy, probably annoyingly overly friendly

Place Of Birth: Los Angeles

Reason For Joining LOV: I’m not going to completely delve into her whole backstory, I’ll do that another time esp since I’m still working some things out, but she was a victim of an abusive pageant company (the pageants were sort of a front for something more sinister) that bought girls with “desirable quirks” and trained them to participate in pageants and then to eventually produce more girls with that quirk. She escaped that system when she accidentally murdered one of the leaders and was forced out of America for her own safety and went overseas and happened to find solace in the LOV, especially since there were heros that were involved in her mistreatment.

Weapon(s) Of Choice: gun because American lol, a long leash she uses as a lasso (mostly to retrieve items and on weak enemies as some enemies could definitely break it)

Likes: meat, hygiene/beauty products, dancing, singing, fashion, everything Y2k, celebrity culture, interesting-smelling things, physical affection, chewing on things (gum, food, toys, people, you name it)

Dislikes: loud noises, I’m trying so hard not to say cats rn it would just be funny, having “no purpose” (like not receiving orders to do something, she has a sort of complex about not having “a purpose” in life), running out of hygiene products especially hair products

What’s In Her Juicy Couture Bag?: her rhinestone-encrusted phone, makeup, comb, Victoria’s Secret body spray, pink bone squeaky toy, gum, beef jerky, dental floss (to get the beef jerky out of her teeth), a rhinestone-encrusted weed pen, an actual pen (one of the ones with a fluffy bit at the end) and small notebook (don’t try to read it, her handwriting is atrocious and if she catches you she’ll probably bite your hand off), cash, and a fake ID

Other Info: I sort of “ship” her with Spinner but like I also don’t think she’d be romantically interested in Spinner at first. For some reason I need her to have a hopeless crush on Dabi for a while while Spinner pines for her lmao. She’d be besties with Spinner, though, and would insist on cuddling with him and stuff which I think would drive him crazy (in a… good way? I think). Eventually she’ll realize that Dabi is an asshole and hates her (although I think she’d be able to sense it all along but just not care for a while) and that the high level of friendship she feels for Spinner has slowly turned into loving him. Idk why my aromantic ass comes up with these cheesy scenarios but yeah lol. Also she gives Toga and Magne Y2k makeovers and they have like girl nights sometimes. I imagine she’s so naive and friendly that the rest of the LOV have to specifically order her NOT to go up to their enemies all like “HI I’M CHLOE WHAT’S YOUR NAME?!?! :3” and she definitely said that exact line to every single one of them at some point while getting up in their face. Most of the LOV have likely never had someone willingly get so close to them (especially Spinner and Shigaraki omg though Shigaraki probably wants to turn her to dust while Spinner’s just a blushing mess)

Ok this post is already way too long so I’m gonna cut it off there bye lol

#oc #league of villains #original character #mha #bnha #mha oc #oc x canon #lov oc #chloe

[noro-noro-noro]

long dream vaguely space-related

- starts in space? but the spaceship is alslike my mom's house. instead of the stairs there's a small room that leads to a basement and 3 doors around it

- cast of characters - me. my sister . my dad. a small girl I'd been looking after. her dad who we found/rescued! but he was acting weird. his wife who was kind of scene & Asian & played dumb but she was secretly a highly trained security agebt. several other crew members. some kengan characters : furumi heihachi , kaneda , ohma, hanafusa. an older lady. several other people. 2 dogs .

- firstthe ship was iust like riding the bus in HS. there was a little girl who had no friends & then a tall girl who saat in front of us trying to make conversation. who's us? me & ....? whoever it was I kept sitting on them & rubber banding their fingers together.

- then the ship may have been on a small planet. we were investigating something & also running from something else. the thing we were running from kind of just seemed like the joker but idk. there was something about conneting things with a rubber band chain, but we didn't have enough forbthe last one & the girl's dad was like threatening me & screaming. I thought that we should kill his wife since we'd all lost smth already & she had lots of rubber bands on her.

- something happened & time passed. the adults were all outside in the cold having a quiet meeting, except for a few who'd gone to scout out the area more. maybe we were actually on a planet investigating an abandoned facility. i wanted to lock everyone out until I got answers to MY QUESTIONS since I was really upset, but I wasn't fast enough. the angry dad had mellowed out.

- they caught me up on info - they'd explored everything & then found the rooms/remains of those who were supposed to start buildong a s climate dome + inner contents - they found a secret room full of darkness in every direction except for the hatch (now set to be between the 3 doors under the stairs)& the ladder in & out.

- I checked it out with them at first - there was a hard ground you could stand on despite the everlasting darkness, & there was a lot of dirt on the ground about 20 feet in. the person who had been supposed to be taking the dirt and shaping the new dome and city of the soon to be colony looked like the base driller drg & they hsd left a scribbled and hasty note - unsafe. turned into sand to hide.

- I did not like that so I turned back for the ladder, but they'd got some spotlights & equipment set up so the visibility was way better. the was more dirt & stuff on the ground due to people tracking stuff in, & now were almost walls in the darkness - not defined but the dirt that was spreading to show the location of the floor would run up against s surface and stop. the room was about 15ft wide leading up towards the patch of mysterious dirt and then it fell off into infinite darkness after that. on the way out I stumbled over some small blue clay (?) pots that had a very neatly printed note in small letters inside. i don't remember it but was close to something like "came to replace first guy weird things started happening". after this I left & was told to close the hatch & open it again after 5 min.

- I did so. the dogs tried to come in but I had suspicious about that space so I tried to lock them out. wily little things though. If we needed a sudden evacuation I don't want them underfoot. one dog was mostly brown & beagle-like, and the othernone was more shiba-shapes but black & white. pointy ears.

- 5 minutes passed. I opened the hatch. violently different scenery than before. the older lady in her white jacket now bloody was at the top reachign out - I grabbed her hand and pulled her out. everyone was scrambling up the ladder. the walls were now white and streaked with blood and some other meatylooking things yhat MOVED PULSED HUNGERED etc. tore my eyes away. helped the next few people out.

- the ladder itself ecame slippery and warped - the people screamed as they fell. one guy landed wrong, crunch . didn't think about him. hanafusa was missing an arm & had a somewhat shocked expression on his face - people were now bounxing on like a softer patch of ground to gain enough momentum to come to the top. the ground was now mostly red. I grabbed him and he weighed qlmost nothing and folded up in my hands and I was like if you die here your frirnd thr super sexy nurse will never forgive me .& he was like hm. as random people took him away on a stretcher.

- last guy out didn't come close enough and fell back into the now rising sea of blood & chunks. his leg was left, severed, but moving around in an un-leg-like way regardless. we tried to slam the hatch on it but it wasn't strong enough - kept kicking the bottom and dry rubble mixed with acid-like blood kept leaking out.

- the other random people came back and told me to open it next time itsoule habe launched so they could trap it with the other meat samples they'd been collecting. did so. leg flew up & trailer crap everywhere & some kine of slick & veiny mass shot out and grabbed my ankle. it was so slippery I could slide right out of the grip with only my shoe and sock as a casualty but the acid was starting to burn and blister my skin. ignored yhat and slammed the hatch shut again, but no more kicking underneath the lid. the other sciene space people wrestled with the leg trying to wrap it up and shove it in the same case as everything else & I tried to find one of thr spare knocked over bottles to rinse my foot before thr acid got any further under my skin. the hatch started rattling again & i looked at the blood & i saw.

- i got too scaared & jumped myself floating out in space a million miles away. and i saw the planet it was on & i saw the giant eye of the thing that the room was part of. and it was looking around. it saw the facility. it was looking to our space ship in orbit above the planet the facility was built into. it would see the connection we still had back to earth. it would go there instead. so i went home to earth & stacked up huge sheets of oil shale against the sun & spun our system further & further out until earth was quietly encased in with the sun, the same distance away. & all the other planets were gone. and it looked past. it wouldn't find us. and i opened my eyes & my foot hurt.

- some time passed after that. people in the infirmary were generally doing better. they had us shift guards on the hatch to make sure nothing crawled out & while there were chaotic moments, it was fine. more rubble and meaty ooze would be coughed out every now & again.

- after some preliminary research the whole story was told to me - after the hatch closed they met a strange little shamblinf man hastily crafted from clay and blood. he had a torso and then two spindly legs & his face was 3 holes, but he also has a beanie and a jacket. he was about knee height and could only gurgle. after pleasantly interacting with him for a bit, he sank into the ground but came back better formed but smaller. lots of glowing and small clay and abd blood animals came out of the walls and they were extremely friendly! it seemed like they were making good progress in the mysterious space.

- then this one dickhead kicked the little clay man who was standing back and watching it all unfold & there was like a horrible shriek & everything became evil and white and blinding. that guy died first. many followed on their way out. it seemed like the place would create things from your mind if it had enough material - that explained why the driller had like 40 tons of dirt with which to craft the city. but he saw something else first & felt it was safer to reduce to particles and the llace granted that.

- anyway as that was being told to me, a tiny arm reached out from the most recently coughed up patch of meat and dirt and such & we were all immediately on guard. it was xia ji very small but his body just kept going and going and going - a real worm they'd made of him. and he was wearing red sneakers on every pair of legs. he was 7-8 inches long & didn't quite look right - in n kengan Omega the author got worse at side profiles and did a lot of especially bad ones of xia during kvp & koga beating him down. so his face seemed stuck like that. he did not behave like he had any intelligence qbd writhed like a centipede. I didn't trust anything from that space after witenessing the horrific sights from before so after we caught it in a jar I suggested we fill it with formaldehyde to kill and preserve. then I woke up

also at some point in this dream my tooth chipped - a big chunk fell out of the one i chipped in the motorcycle accident & i was like OWWW DAD PAY ATTENTION TO ME

#dreams

[trashbag-baby666]

Dog Park-Luztoye

Summary: Joe can’t stand that people think his pit is evil.

WC: 930.

C/W: Ignorant Karen’s???

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Joe smiled as he unclipped Petunia's leash and she ran free into the dog park. While kinda did her little hop as fast as she could. Considering she was missing her front right leg. Something George was far too proud about when he brought her home.

“Joe!” George smiled, greeting his husband at the door after he’d arrived home from work. Gym bag slung around his shoulder and his empty coffee bottle in the other.

After Joe’s amputation George and Joe decided to open a gym together although George literally hates working out and if you get this reference ‘would rather sit on the couch and eat potato chips’ but he does all the business part and Joe does fitness classes and personal training. He loves that fellow amputees come to the gym because they feel welcome and George is so Proud of Joe.

“Hey pumpkin,” Joe set his bag down and untied his shoes.

“So you know how we kept talking about getting a dog?” George smiled nervously as he clasped his hands together.

“Yeah…” Joe raised his eyebrow suspicious of what his husband was up to this time.

“Well,” George hurried out of the mudroom and down the hallway into the laundry room. Joe heard some scuffling before a very round brown and white pitbull hopped down the hallway over to Joe. Joe's smile was ear splitting as he carefully kneeled down to greet the dog. He of course noticed she was missing her right leg in front.

“She’s just like you Joe! Strong, tough, and missing her right leg.” George smiled and petted the dog as she gave Joe kisses.

“What’s her name?” Joe looked up at George.

“Petunia. Babe called me when animal control brought her in and I knew she’d be perfect for us.” George kneeled down too and petted the dog giving her all the love.

That day on Petunia became like the child they never had. They did all their family pictures with her, brought her everywhere, hell they have brought her to the gym while they’ve worked.

Stupid county law, that he swore had it out to get Joe. But pit bulls were required to wear muzzles while out of the home. Joe thought it was the most ridiculous law. His Petunia would never hurt a fly.

Joe was on his early morning walk with her while George slept in.

Joe sported a grey muscle shirt with black athletic shorts on his prosthetic protruding out the leg of the shorts. Joe sat on the bench and watched Petunia run free. He rubbed the top of his thigh where the flesh disappeared into the socket of his leg.

He took out his phone scrolling through instagram, posting on his Snapchat pictures of Petunia at the park, looking at recipes for the week's meal planning.

Joe had been there for about fifteen minutes when a blonde woman in her late 30’s entered the dog park. Joe looked up and noticed the car parked had three barking chihuahua’s in it. The woman stomped over to Joe. Petunia hopping over to her owners side.

“Excuse me sir would you mind leaving the park?” She crossed her arms looking down at where Joe was sitting on the bench. He sighed standing up and looking at her.

“Ma’am my dog won’t even bother yours, she's really friendly.” Joe sighed trying to reason with the lady. Petunia was panting and drinking from the collapsible dog bowl thru her basket muzzle Joe brought with them on the walk.

“Well dogs like that can’t be trusted.” She motioned to Petunia.

“Because she’s a pit?” Joe raised his eyebrow looking at the women.

“Yeah. There’s a reason there’s county laws about them.” She rolled her eyes like Joe was stupid.

“Unless your dogs aren’t friendly there’s no reason why I’d have to leave. Petunia doesn’t take interest in other dogs and if she does she’s playful and not mean.” Joe was ready to lay down his life for his Petunia, “She plays with my friends dogs just fine.”

“Well,” the woman began.

“No, we will leave. People like you are the reason my darling has to wear a muzzle for no reason.” Joe started rambling as he clipped Petunia's leash back on her harness and poured out the rest of her bowl of water, putting it in his pocket, “Ignorance.” Joe rolled his eyes as him and Petunia left the dog park.

“I’m sorry sweety you don’t listen to her. You’re perfect and sweet. Me and mom will take you down to the lake to play fetch in the water later.” Joe spoke to Petunia as they began their walk home.

Joe filled Petunia's water bowl with fresh cold water and started preparing her breakfast. Kibble, some cooked stew meat they had for her. Some oils for her coat and muscle soreness. Joe set the bowls down for her and she chowed down.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” George yawns recognizes his husband's negative body language grumbling to himself as he comes down the stairs.

“Some fucking Karen saying Petunia would hurt her dogs so we had to leave the dog park.” Joe rolled his eyes as he made his assortment of workout drinks for work today.

“Fuck her,” George rolled his eyes walking to the coffee pot.

“For real, Petunia is literally scared of flies and Malarkey’s cat.” Joe sighed watching the pit chow down her breakfast.

“For real, some people are just so ignorant.” George put coffee grounds in the coffee pot and watched their gentle dog daughter.

#band of brothers #joe toye #george luz #luztoye #modern au

[heliwrites]

A Sad Tale

I felt weird not posting anything but my motivation is not here right now so here's something I wrote a long time ago. It's supposed to backstory on my oc Juno and why he no longer dates anyone. It's also supposed to be angst but my writing skills has always been mid so sorry of it's bad.

w.c: 1.5k

April 15th XXXX

14-year-old Juno and Mandi stood in front of a painting, it wasn’t a truly remarkable painting and Juno felt that he could do way better even as a beginner. But they didn’t trespass into this decrepit house to look at terrible paintings, no it was what was in this painting that actually mattered. It was an important something so great the chaperone had drilled into them that they were not allowed to mess up weeks before they had even arrived at the location. In fact, the importance of this thing was so great that it had been drilled into them since the day they met this guy. This object was so important, so integral to the organization that upon finding out it was missing Juno and Mandi spent about 15 minutes contemplating running away and changing their identity. 

“I got a 100 in disguise training class and you got a 95!!! All I’m saying is that it wouldn’t be too hard to just go adios and never be seen again!” Juno said while frantically pacing around the room occasionally stepping around failing floorboards

“Juno Alpin I have repeated this for the one-thousandth fucking time, who do think are the people that are going to be looking for us?!?!?” At this point Mandi was exasperated, she was exhausted, hungry, and stuck in some decaying town looking for something that was above her paygrade (not that she very got paid).

“Plus neither of us are old enough to legally get jobs so how are we gonna survive?” she added

“I heard Lucky Smells is hiring,” replied Juno, who immediately got a disgusted stare from Mandi. She was going to retort when she noticed he stopped moving and was just staring at the doorway, head cocked. 

“Thought I heard something,” he said at her questioning glance

“Well dog boy, then you heard right.” A mysterious voice replied cockily before being followed by a boy. He looked to be about their age with messy black hair and a permanent smirk lining his face.

“And by the way, next time you guys go to grab something important try not to take so long lest someone else take the opportunity.” He then ran off (with Juno and Mandi in the chase).

That was the first time they met, they didn’t know each other’s names or personalities just what they looked like. No true introductions would come much later.

May 4th, XXXX (one year later)

Juno sat at the cold, dreary beach staring into the fog and the grey sea. It wasn’t a cold day but it was windy and slightly chilly, the type of day where a family would decide not to go to the beach and instead do something more fitting, like reading or whatever families do. But to Juno, this was the perfect time to go to the beach. He found that beaches were never fun when it was crowded and the hot sand plus the sun’s scorching rays just ruined the even worse trip. But although he never changed this habit in the years after this on this specific day he’d wish he’d been doing something normal, something normal families would do, something that kept him from meeting him again. 

It had happened so suddenly, one moment Juno was staring out at the fog thinking poetic thoughts (not really he was thinking about how to tame leeches but let’s ignore that), and the next moment he was joined by a visitor.

He looked over at the guy sitting next to him then looked around at the huge beach around him. He didn’t say a word though. The silence continued like that until Juno, hit by a thought, spoke up.

“You stole something from me a year ago”

The guy looked up at him in fake sadness. “Stole? How could you accuse me of such things? One I was there first and two it’s not like it was yours in the first place.”

Juno couldn’t argue with that.

“Ray” 

Juno looked at him confused, considering he never asked 

“I’m introducing myself, the name’s Ray” Ray then rolled his eyes at what he assumed was this other boy being slow

“Oh I figured that out but what makes you think I care?” Juno said, giving the same attitude and eye roll.

This got a laugh out of Ray and for some odd reason a smile out of Juno, he supposed it had something to do with human empathy and it didn’t help that his laugh was quite infectious.

“Juno, by the way, although I’m never the type of person to introduce myself without one asking I figured I’d be polite” Juno then stood up, brushed the sand off his pants then started walking away.

“Where ya going??” Ray yelled after him 

“I’m gonna leave before you continue telling me things I never asked to know!!!!” Juno yelled back, earning a laugh from Ray and a blush from Juno

But this wasn’t the end of their friendship as you can tell. Weeks and months went on with Ray and Juno meeting up secretly, slowly becoming closer and closer. At some point, though, they stopped being friends and became something…. more. Simple greetings then became high fives which turned to kisses. Long conversations staring up at the sky included more hand-holding than they did before. Confessions of inexperience stopped being true under the cover of the night. Although they often stumbled around like newborn deer they were lovers and to some it was wrong but to them, it felt just right.

As to not reveal anything they never introduced any of the people in their life to each other, it was in all definition a secret relationship. Well everyone except Mandi, who did know and did not approve of it.  “You don’t even know his last name!! What if he’s a fire starter?” was her constant complaint but Juno saw it differently. He liked it that they didn’t know anything about each other; it took away all expectations of what he felt he had to be. Plus Ray was well-educated and kept up with Juno’s book talk there’s no way he was a fire starter.

If there’s one thing Juno wanted to do was to smack his younger self for his blatant displays of hubris.

August 25th XXXX (2 years after their first true meeting)

17-year-old Juno stared at the burning building in horror then at the one he called his lover. So much literature gone, so much painting turned to dust, and the culprit, the man who he poured his feelings out to, who he had been vulnerable with in ways he had never been before, was right in front of him, shocked but red-handed.

Juno felt himself get choked up. “How- how could you?!” He tried being as calm as he could but it was getting hard. “Do you know what you’ve done, how many wonderful pieces of art-”

“Yes Juno I’m not a fucking child I know exactly what I’m doing,” Ray said spitefully 

“Then how could you?! You said you respected them, that you appreciated the arts, that you- that you” Juno couldn’t continue, he was confused, upset, and sorrowful all at once.

“Was it all a lie?” He said bleakly hoping for the truth to not be reality but look on Ray’s face told him otherwise

“Then how much of it was fake?? How much did you lie to me???” Juno was trying to not shout but his emotions were getting ahead of himself, he could barely even think beyond what he was feeling at the moment

“Juno babe please, none of my love was fake and you know that you chose not to learn anything about me, to live in ignorance. Quite ironic to be honest.” Juno hated how calm he was, how got past the initial shock so quickly, and was now just standing there, golden eyes dull with boredom as if Juno was some hysteric housewife.

Juno said nothing to that, refusing to believe the lies of something who treats relics like that. He pulled up his communicator and called for backup reporting a fire but no equipment to deal with it and by the time he was done Ray was gone.

Juno would say that meeting Ray was his biggest regret and his second-biggest regret happened right after the fire. He regretted allowing his lovesick brain to cover Ray, that despite the obvious fact that he knew who did it Juno kept his mouth shut and let himself get in trouble. He was a fool dressed as a genius.

After that whole ordeal, Juno apologized to Mandi for dismissing her and let her know she was right, and in return, Mandi comforted him the entire night letting him cry and promising to never tell a soul.

Although the scar never healed Juno moved on, he wasn’t a dainty piece of glass and he had duties. He was going to become something great and letting a malicious liar like that get him down wasn’t a part of his plan when he had books to save. And although that wasn’t the last time he saw Ray, which did hurt every single time, and although he has yet to move on romantically he was still stronger cause Juno was better than him, he knew he was better and he hoped that one day Ray would regret being on the wrong side of history.

#tag: helio writes something

[sukirichi]

— there’s always a price to pay when you get your hands on a work of art.

PAIRING: tattoo! artist megumi x reader

REQUEST. tattoo artist au + mutual pining + size kink, praise kink, thigh riding + reader is shorter than megumi and isn’t shy 

WARNINGS: feral megumi, scratching, vaginal sex, size kink, praise kink, mature content, slight overstimulation, sexual tension lol, unedited story

NOTES: ah thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here is my third contribution for FERAL MEGUMI FRIDAYS! and oh wow tattoo artist megumi uh no thoughts head empty

WC: 5.4k+

The tattoo saloon loomed over you, the neon signs almost blinding in the darkness. You could feel your heart pick up its pace in your chest as you hitched your bag up higher, the excitement settling in your toes. Mustering up the brightest smile you could have, you cleared your throat and pushed the door open, the tiny bell on top jingling to signal your arrival.

Your eyes roamed around the walls covered with intricate drawings, the leather seats dark and kept in pristine. Now that was rare – your leather couches always wore out in just a few weeks.

Making your way inside, grip on your sling bag still tight, you bit your lip as you peaked behind the counter. Empty. No one was there, and the nearby opened rooms were empty as well. Scratching your head, you scrunched your nose in confusion. You were sure you got the right place.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to leave, then stopped in your tracks when a dark-haired man exited a door you hadn’t even noticed at first.

He was tall – taller than you; his arms stretched until the sleeves of his black hoodie were pulled down, revealing a sliver of black tattoos that marked his skin. Upon hearing your awed gasp, his cold blue eyes fluttered to yours, the man – who was absolutely handsome despite his frown – froze in his spot.

You waved a hand to him, your smile bigger than ever. “Hi!” So you would be working with this cute guy? Maybe job-hunting wasn’t such a bad experience, after all.

“Hey,” he drawled out hesitantly, approaching you with his ink stained fingers pointed at you. He was still frowning, which was a damn shame, since you were sure he’d look even hotter if he smiled. “So...you’re Y/N.”

“Yeah!”

“And you...” he tilted his head to the side, inquisitive eyes studying your form. You would’ve felt conscious with the way his brows furrowed, eyes unreadable and lips pressed into a thin line, but you were sure you dressed to impress on your first interview. You admitted, however, that maybe wearing a white collared shirt with a pink tennis skirt made you stand out like a sore thumb in the heaviness of the studio. “...want to be a front desk man here?”

“Yeah!”

“What makes you think you’re qualified for this?” he crossed his arms on his chest, and you didn’t miss the slight bite of his voice. So he was handsome – but cranky. Great. “You don’t look like you fit in here.”

“Judging someone’s appearance and inferring that it has any relation to their credentials isn’t such a professional thing to do, you know,” you raised your chin proudly, jutting a pointer finger to his chest. He clearly didn’t expect this because he scowled and took a step back, while you fought the grin that threatened to paint your face. “Would you like it if people told you that you’re not qualified to be a lawyer because of your tattoos and piercings?”

He scoffed, “I don’t want to be a lawyer. As you can see, I’m a tattoo artist. And to answer your question, no, I don’t give a fuck what people think about me.”

“I can tell,” you muttered to yourself before smiling back up at him. He was too easy to read; his brow quivering and lips firm at your faux enthusiasm. “But yes, I do believe I’m qualified! I’m a fast learner and I’m even quick on my feet! I’m really good at talking to people too so I believe I can help schedule client appointments really well and guide them with this whole process.”

“Being front desk man doesn’t mean serving the clients tea and biscuits.”

“I know.”

“You know?” he snorted with a roll of his eyes. He then gestured you to follow him all the way back to the front desk. You expected he’d teach you about how to handle the appointment books or pick up phone calls, but instead he plopped down on the leather couch of the waiting area, his legs crossed on top of the other.

Your eyes followed the patch of pale skin exposed from his ripped jeans before you looked away, not wanting him to see that you found him attractive despite his less than welcoming personality.

“What exactly do you know about this industry?”

“Nothing, to be honest, but I’m not here to be a tattoo artist or anything. I just really need a job and I assure you I’ve got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to manning front desks or counters,” you stated confidently, “I know I look out of place, but I really need this job.”

The man only narrowed his eyes at you. Contemplation was written all over his face, probably wondering why you couldn’t just work somewhere else. “Why come here, of all places?”

“Because it’s the only one that has a flexible schedule,” you sighed, “I can’t work shifts anymore because I’m too busy at university. From when I talked to your boss – Geto, was it? – he said that the salon was open 24/7 and I could work until before my classes start. He’s not really strict about that kind of thing.”

“So you mean to tell me,” he leaned forwards, looping his fingers with one another while his ice cold gaze slithered over your desperate ones. “You’ll be at university for half the day, sleep until midnight, and then come here to work and attend class a few hours later? Isn’t your schedule a little irregular?”

“Oh no, it’s not like that! I also have mock classes after uni and it lasts until late at night, then I help clean at the local shelter. They’re running out of volunteers and the dogs are really adorable and take my stress away so...I make sure to come by when I have time.”

“You are one odd creature,” he noted loudly, almost as if he wasn’t completely aware he vocalized his thoughts. Well, at least now you knew he wasn’t the type to think his words over, which either made him more entertaining – or insufferable the longer you worked with him – if you began working anyway. “You could’ve used your spare time to rest. Do you even eat?”

“Yeah, I have a granola bar right now with me! I actually brought two,” you pulled out the snack from your bag, “You want some? I only got the oats, though.”

“Keep it to yourself,” he rolled his eyes, slapping his hands over his knees before rummaging over something behind the counter. “Fine. If Geto said he’s okay with you, then you’re hired.”

“Really, that easy?” your eyes widened, but then you chuckled when this strange man glared at you in response. He sighed as he pulled out a piece of paper, a pen on top of it. The papers read something about application forms and credentials, and you beamed, happily writing your information away with a slight bounce in your toes.

Unable to keep your happiness to yourself, you looked back at the bored man, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. “Huh. I was kind of expecting you would grill me – you’ve got that scary look in your eye. Let me guess, you often scare clients off?”

It seemed he could never get tired of glaring at you, because his eyes fuelled with heat as he leaned against the wall.

You hated to admit that he looked ridiculously handsome like that – the guy wasn’t even doing anything remotely attractive in the first place!

“I’m the most booked artist here, and I ask that you don’t get too comfortable with me. You haven’t even started working here and you’re already riling up on my train,” he groaned when you merely laughed in response. He made quick work of signing something in your form before handing you a key. “Here’s for your locker. Come to work tomorrow. Geto won’t be around for a week so I’ll be the one judging your performance. If you fuck up in the slightest – I won’t hesitate to fire you, you understand? We always have Yuuji coming around anyway, you’re really not that needed for the front desk.”

“Oh,” you nodded at his harshness, unsure whether to feel threatened or amused. “O-okay. I’ll do my best then. I look forward to you – ah, wait, what’s your name?”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Oh, that’s a pretty name,” you muttered to yourself, uttering his name over and over again until it rolled smoothly on your tongue. “Shame you have a shitty attitude along with that handsome face, though.”

“You trying to say something?”

You faced him, about to laugh when he scowled at your not-so-subtle comments. Waving your hands to him, you made your way out the door, your smile only irritating him further. “No, I wasn’t. I’ll be taking my leave then – see you tomorrow!”

Seems like working in a tattoo studio wouldn’t be so bad.

You came to work the next day early and pumped with adrenaline. The idea of meeting the moody tattoo artist caused you to be giggly and happy the whole day, not even feeling the exhaustion of a long day of hard work as you made your way inside the shop.

Clocking in at exactly two in the morning, you proudly tugged your name badge on top of your left breast, patting it for good luck.

The bells jingled, making you look away from your tag. “Good morning – oh, where’s Megumi?” The man standing in front of you was taller than Megumi, his head nearly knocking over the doorframe if it wasn’t for his poor, slouched lanky frame.

He had white hair that brushed atop his cerulean blue eyes, and your eyes widened because wow, he was beautiful.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Megumi told me you came around yesterday but he didn’t tell me the counter girl was this pretty,” He was in front of you the next second, his nose nearly grazing over yours that had you leaning back into the wall for space. “Hmm...he didn’t tell me that at all.”

“Oh, thank you. You are...?”

“I’m Gojo Satoru, one of the senior artists here. Since Megumi isn’t here yet, let me give you a tour!” Before you could react, Satoru already had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his other arm waving and pointing to all the hung paintings and labels on each door. You found it odd that he treated you like you were an old friend, but you weren’t going to complain. Nice co-workers were always welcomed.

“Here is the holding area where clients wait to get their session done. This is Geto’s studio and right next to that is his office where he does all the finances and all that jazz, while this is my studio. Cool, isn’t it?”

Your mouth fell ajar as Satoru led you inside his studio, the walls painted the same aquatic shade of his eyes, but what caught your attention was the galaxy themed tattoo designs he made. They came in different shapes – a volcano head, a dragon, a worm, a four-armed monster – but inside them were all galaxies with sparkling and burning stars. You could see everything and nothing all at the same time.

“Whoa, you made all this?!”

Satoru’s chest puffed out proudly, “Yeah, I did. I’m flattered by your reaction, I really am, but you haven’t seen Megumi’s yet. There’s a reason our salon boomed even though he’s only been working here for two years.”

At the mention of his name, your interest was piqued, all ears and curious smiles directed to Satoru. “Oh, can I see Megumi’s studio?”

“You can – if you book an appointment.”

“But I don’t plan on getting any tattoos,” you frowned.

“You’ll never get to see his work then,” he chuckled to himself, the sound growing louder when you visibly deflated. What was the point of getting your hopes up like that then? “Megumi doesn’t like letting others in his studio without permission or an appointment.”

“Why not?”

“He’s just iffy about it,” he shrugged, “Don’t bother trying to decode his personality anymore, Megumi’s very hard to understand. Though if I were to make sense of it...” he rubbed his chin, eyes looking out into the distance. “I guess you could say Megumi’s not the type to be showy when it comes to his work of art. Did that clear it up?”

You blinked back blankly. “No, not really. But it’s fine – I don’t plan on getting to know him anyway.”

That was the biggest lie of your life.

The moment Megumi came around a few minutes later, a loud groan upon your animated greeting over his arrival, your chest bloomed with a different kind of fluttery warmth. He rarely came out after that, clients swarming in to both his and Satoru’s studios, but each faint glimpse of his door cracking open that allowed you to see him focused as he worked, you could no longer deny the heat burning down your legs.

You crushed on the grumpy tattoo artist.

And the more you came around work, greeting him zealously and teasing him to no end that he’d look hotter if he smiled, your crush only intensified for him – completely unaware that he too, couldn’t get his thoughts off of you even with his door closed.

In fact, he kept his door closed all the time because your voice distracted him too much.

“Hey, Y/N, you free?”

You looked up from the textbook you were reviewing, slamming it shut when Satoru’s head peeked out from his studio. He was still wearing gloves with a pen between his fingers, most likely still in the middle of a session.

“Yep! We don’t have appointments yet and I’ve already closed it for non-appointees. Did you need me to get you something?”

“Yeah, could you get Megumi for me? He isn’t picking his phone up and one of our special clients are coming soon. I’m packed right now so I can’t fetch him. I’ll send you the address and you get him, yeah? Just open the counter if you need money for a cab.”

You blinked owlishly at him. On one side, you’d be more than glad to see Megumi again. He hadn’t arrived despite it being four in the morning already, and you were worried, but you also didn’t have his number to ask how he was doing. Progress with Megumi was...slow, to say the least.

He still holed himself up in his studio, coming out only for bathroom breaks, although you noticed a drastic improvement when he finally began to mutter an almost shy “good morning” under his breath for the past few weeks.

It wasn’t much, but you’d have to make do.

“Uhm, when is this client of his coming? Should I run...?”

“Yeah, you need to fucking run. They’re coming in an hour and a half!” Satoru exclaimed, flailing his hands around like a madman.

Even after working with him for some time, you still couldn’t believe the older man was practically a man child, even asking for head pats sometimes. He would lean down with a pout, using a squeaky voice to call your attention, which always succeeded in Megumi fake gagging before he locked himself inside his studio.

“Forwarded you his address. Really sorry for the inconvenience, Y/N!”

“It’s okay!” you jumped out of your seat in an instant, not bothering to take your name tag off anymore as you left the salon, hailing the nearest cab.

Megumi lived quite far from the salon, which had you wondering why he chose to work there when there were plenty of salons in his area too. His place looked shady, as well, his apartment in a high-rise building with endless graffiti and several drunk stragglers hooting for you.

You ignored them all, taking two steps at a time from his staircase, your hands on your knees as you panted for air. Why did he have to live on the tenth floor?

“Megumi! Megumi!” you banged your fist on the door, throat parched from your sudden cardio session. You were sure you burned ten calories just from that sprint, and you sighed in relief when Megumi swung the door open, still looking handsome – and sleep-deprived – as ever in his black shirt and black skinny jeans.

“What?” he demanded. After seeing that it was you, he quickly snatched a water bottle and passed it your way, closing his door behind him. “Y/N? What are you doing here? How’d you know where I live?”

“Satoru said you had a really important client. You weren’t picking your phone up so he sent me to come get you.”

“It’s my day off,” he grumbled, answering your silent questions, your worries dissipating into thin air. Once you’d satisfied yourself by basically dunking the entire bottle, Megumi rolled his eyes, his hands flat on the small of your back while he guided you downstairs. The sudden touch flamed your cheeks; a stupid smile on your face. You were shameless, though, leaning back closer to him in the darkness of the early morning. “Why does he send a girl out of all people?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“It’s unsafe. My neighbourhood isn’t the best and who knows what would’ve happened to you if some goons came out?” Megumi hailed for a back, surprising you when he let you get in first and paid for the fee despite your outstretched hand prepared with the bills. “I can’t believe Sukuna chose this day to come of all times. I can never get a damn break.”

“Sukuna?”

“A special client. He’s a really huge tipper and comes on odd schedules – I didn’t think he’d come now.”

“Yeah, I checked the papers and he wasn’t there,” you frowned to yourself.

Megumi pressed his head against the window, eyes closed as his chest heaved up and down rhythmically. With the sun slowly shining from behind you, the golden stretches of it outlined his sharp features you adored, and you rested your chin on your palms, eyelashes fluttering at his beauty. “You know, Megumi, you’re really pissy sometimes – but you’re quite nice, aren’t you? I’d say you were even worried for me.”

He cracked one eye open, those blue eyes still shining with irritation, but make no mistake since his ears were flushed red. “I’m not. I just don’t want to be involved in a police investigation if they find your body near here.”

“How sweet of you.”

“Shut up.”

You and Megumi were beginning to get closer. You couldn’t pinpoint where he started to grow more comfortable with you, but it was definitely there and it was painfully evident that even someone stupid like Satoru noticed the sexual between you two.

He would always sniff the air whenever you and Megumi sat next to each other during lunch breaks, a wide grin on your face while Megumi buried his face in his hands, groaning because he knew the moment Satoru opened his mouth, nothing but dumb comments would come out. And dumb comments they were; the white-haired man merciless as he teased Megumi for acting like a cute little kid around you.

You never took it to heart, though. It was Megumi you were talking about; he was hot and cold; sweet then distant from one moment then an entire person the next.

Not that you minded, it only added to your fuelling crush on him, but you couldn’t control the way your heart fluttered every time Satoru whispered that he did like you, excusing that Megumi just wasn’t the best with words. Apparently, Megumi had spent too much time holed up in his apartment and studio that he had zero to little knowledge on how to talk to pretty girls – especially one that was clearly attracted to him as well.

Satoru encouraged you to go for it – that you should confess or break the ice first otherwise Megumi would never do anything about his raging boner every time you came around.

You only flushed at his statement, but you couldn’t deny that you too felt the same way.

One morning where Satoru and Geto were out restocking supplies, you and Megumi were left alone in the salon. Of course, he still resorted in the comfort of his studio, muttering under his breath that he wanted to try some designs before disappearing. Only this time, he left the door slightly open, the lights peeking through the slight crack.

Walking up to him with muted footsteps, you leaned over his shoulder, glancing over a sketch of...you? “Are you drawing me?”

Megumi yelped at your voice right next to his ear, throwing the paper away on the other side of the room before glaring at you. You laughed at his reaction, because how was it possible he was both so criminally sexy yet adorable? He looked terribly gorgeous today, as well, wearing a short sleeved black hoodie and black sweatpants, looking so comfortable and boyfriend like – and you couldn’t even begin to express your appreciation over his new lip piercing.

“Why do you always sneak up on me?” he snapped, “Didn’t I tell you I wanted privacy?”

“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

Megumi sighed exasperatedly, turning back to organize his pencils before glaring at you. “What do you want? Got no one else to bother since Satoru isn’t around?”

“I just wanted to see your art,” you mentioned, but kept your eyes directed on him instead of the plethora of sketches and designs hanging from his wall as to not offend him. “Satoru told me to never come inside. He said you’re really...private when it comes to your works,” you furrowed your brows at the last part, feeling your heart beat pulse at your tongue.

It was now or never.

“Can I see your tattoos too?”

“Why do you want to see them?”

“A work of art on a canvas who’s also a work of art himself?” you finally gained confidence to tease him again, getting riled up further when Megumi stiffened at your curious hands travelling under his shirt. His breath sharpened as his glare only deepened, though he didn’t make a move to stop you. “Why wouldn’t I want to see that?”

“Being flirty doesn’t work on you. It’s not cute.”

“You’re blushing though,” you remarked. Megumi groaned and pushed your face away until your buttocks landed on his recliner. Satisfied with Megumi not completely kicking you out, you swung your legs back and forth, still staring at his hoodie as if it was an offensive material.

“Can I...see?” Megumi rolled his eyes before he lifted his shirt up, revealing to you intricate patches of black ink splattered over ripples of muscles. Your mouth salivated, and somewhere down there, you drooled too. Tentatively, your hands reached out to finger the image of canines, Megumi shuddering over your cold touch on his warm skin. “It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”

Megumi pursed his lips before whispering, “These are the dogs I had as a child. My father got me them so I wouldn’t be too lonely when he’s away from work.”

“They’re very pretty. They look like black and white wolves,” you smiled, elated that he was opening up in more ways than one. Your touch flitted over to a winged creature under his left collarbone, small letters beside the image. “And this bird? Nue? He’s so majestic,” Your hands never stopped in trailing over his skin like a lost wanderer, sweeping over ink ink until Megumi completely discarded his hoodie to the side, his back faced to you.

A white viper tattoo stood large on his broad back, crawling until over his shoulder with the fangs ending just above his pecs. Megumi swallowed at each slivering touch, your fingers dipping and caressing every dent and curve of his body.

You couldn’t get your eyes off of him, your breath hitching in your throat as one of your hands gripped his biceps subconsciously. “You’re so beautiful.”

Megumi stiffened when your thumbs grazed over his nipple right next to the viper’s fang. Almost as if a switch was triggered inside him, Megumi growled, ducking to capture your lips with his in a sloppy, heated kiss. His hands tugged at the ends of your hair to arch your neck to him, his knees slapping your legs open before he settled comfortably between you, his low groans mixing with your breath moans.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. From the moment I met you,” he nibbled your lips, hands trailing down to thumb at your hipbones. “I knew that innocent good girl look was nothing but an act.”

You smiled through the kiss, a tiny gasp falling from your lips when Megumi pulled you closer until your heat grinded against the hardness inside his pants. Laughing at his harsh movements, you let Megumi tilt your head back, his lips sucking and teeth gently nipping at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Innocent girl?” you echoed, legs now wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. “What makes you think I am?”

“White lace panties? Short tennis skirts and sunshine smiles?” Megumi clenched his teeth, his hands eager as he tugged the white lace down until it looped to your ankles. You gasped, back arching when he thrusted two fingers inside you, curling and fingering against your bumpy walls. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby, especially not me.”

“Took you long enough to understand I wanted you though,” you chuckled through broken moans, eyes shut tight while your legs opened wider, heels digging into the hard cushion of his seats. “I was wondering when I’d get to break you from that tough guy act of yours and have you fuck me good,” Megumi growled at your words. You leaned forward to scratch at his chest, your tongue licking the shell of your ear as you rasped, “And on a side note, I am a good girl – only to those who can make me feel good, of course.”

Megumi cupped his palm to collect your arousal dripping of his, finally shutting you up when his fingers grazed over your sweet spot that had you clenching around him. And those were just his fingers. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I know,” you nodded smugly, hands coming up to tug harshly at his hair. Megumi hissed at the sharp pain, prompting him to fuck his fingers in and out of you faster until you leaked down to his chair, thighs trembling and your high-pitched moans coating the walls of his stupid. “Megumi, ah! Just shut up and fuck me already – been wanting you long enough.”

“Needy little girl,” He pressed you down on the reclining seat, settling between your legs before he spread your lips open with two thumbs. At the sight of your bare cunt clenching around nothing, Megumi groaned, teeth biting his lip because he could cum right then and there. “Fuck, look at you. So wet already,” he ran a hand over your slit to collect your arousal, eyes dark with lust as your juices webbed between his fingers. “All this for me? You’re so good.”

“Fuck – yeah, yeah I am,” you leaned back harder into the seat, groping at your own breasts while you nodded dumbly, too fucked out to even form a coherent response. “Going to be good for you, Megumi, gonna make you feel good.”

“Sorry, babe, maybe next time. I’m too impatient to not feel your pussy around me,” he pushed away at your hands that planned to pump his cock, his hand coming down to push you hard against the seat until his weight loomed over you.

You felt Megumi begin to align his tip at your center, dampening his mushroom head with your arousal first that had you both moaning left and right.

Hands scratching down his back as your teeth dug into your lips, Megumi pushed into you with one thrust, the sudden stretch making your legs shake and your body writhe underneath him. “Shit, why are you so tight? So fucking warm and perfect,” he rasped next to your ear, and you could hear how hard he was breathing as he thrusted into you, his cock hitting all the right places.  “Could fuck this pretty pussy all day, baby, shit.”

“Me-Megumi – t-too big!”

“Shh, you’ll be fine. You’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?” he cupped your cheek, grinning sinisterly as he watched the way your greedy walls sucked him in. “See how you take me so well? You’re so small and pretty wrapped around my cock. I could break you if I wanted you,” he growled, his hands gripping hard at your hips when you clenched around him, enticing the man above you to quicken his pace.

Megumi watched with a lust filled gaze as your breasts bounced at the relentless pace he started, his balls slapping at your ass. “Oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you? You want to be stuffed with my fat cock in you? Fuck you until you’re a drooling mess? You’re so gorgeous when I fuck you stupid.”

“Yes, Megumi, agh. Keep going, keep going, I’m so close!”

“Oh, you feel like heaven around me,” he praised at your neck, his cock stretching you wide and pushing into you. Megumi groaned lowly at your ear as his palms flattened over your stomach that bulged every time he thrusted in, his balls tightening at the sight. “Look at how big I am for you, baby, but you’re doing so well. You were made for me – made to take my cock, shit, you’re so perfect around me. Gonna make you feel good, yeah? You’re such a good girl for me. Cum, baby, that’s right – I’m allowing you to cum.”

“Gumi, Gumi, fuckkk,” your legs tightened around him as Megumi panted with each harsh thrust, the black marks over his skin expanding and stretch when his forearm rested beside your head. His muscles clenched as he fucked into you deep, over and over again until he pushed you over the edge.

A silent sob left your lips when you came around him, your juices creaming around his cock. A few thrusts later, Megumi fell on top of you as you felt him spill his seed inside you.

He had too much that you felt both your cum dripping down your ass; Megumi pulling out with a slight wince from the oversensitivity. You struggled to catch your breath as you laid there, legs wide open and the cool air hitting your bare pussy. The door was still open, and Satoru and Geto could walk in on you both looking like this, but you couldn’t care, not when you could barely feel your legs.

You dropped your arm over your face, hearing Megumi pull his pants back up. “That was...”

“Intense?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, wincing as you sat up. Your hair stuck to your forehead in sweaty clumps, dawning on you now that you were still very much covered in your sticky cum. You recoiled from the seats as you realized Megumi hadn’t even put on a towel underneath.

“Shit. Is this chair even clean?”

“I sanitize it every after session. Don’t worry about it,” he rolled his eyes, his tattoos covered and hidden from your sight once more when he pulled his hoodie over his head. Megumi retrieved a clean towel from his drawers and wiped at your sensitive pussy, your legs immediately closing around his hands when the towel accidentally grazed your clit.

Megumi gripped your knees with a silent glare. “Stay still. I’m cleaning you up.”

“I didn’t peg you as an aftercare guy. Thought you would leave me hanging here,” you teased, but really, you were feeling warm all over again as you watched Megumi wipe you all the way down to your other hole, your legs still tensing up.

Once he left to wash his hands, you could relax, tugging your panties back up with immense struggle. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d fuck you good – you could barely feel your legs now.

“And have you make a mess by ruining my seat?” he sighed as he returned, helping you seady yourself while he snapped the slightly soaked panty back to your core. “No thanks.”

“You’re so mean, Megumi. I’m hurt.”

He rolled his eyes at your pout, leaning down to kiss you square on the lips. This time around, the kiss wasn’t rushed; it was slow and sensual, firm yet gentle, and his hands carefully massaged your sore hips that would soon bruise from his grip before.

“No, you’re not,” he mumbled through your lips, mimicking that lovesick smile on your face as he pulled away. “But babe, you know the rules. Now that you’ve seen my work of art – what tattoo would you like me to give you? My name on your inner thigh?”

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