#tiger drops are a comin'

[joshualunacreations]

It's been years since I played video games. I really liked Sleeping Dogs and heard Yakuza was similar so I dusted off my PS3. I love the ridiculous reasons the NPCs have for wanting to fight Kiryu (Please don’t repost or edit my art. Reblogs are always appreciated.) If you enjoy my comics, please pledge to my Patreon or donate to my Paypal. https://twitter.com/Joshua_Luna/status/1134522555744866304 https://patreon.com/joshualuna https://www.paypal.com/paypalme2/JoshuaLunaComics

#yakuza #yakuza games #yakuza sega #ps3 #video games #kiryu #kazuma kiryu #heh #tiger drops are a comin' #fil-am artist #comic #my art #artists on tumblr #joshua luna #josh luna

[overdevelopedglasses]

The Simple Things

1507 words

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma/Majima Goro

Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro, Sawamura Haruka

Majima is visiting Kiryu and the Morning Glory kiddos. Everything's going well. That is, until Majima comes face to face with a spider.

Chaos ensues.

Inspired by this post!

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On a peaceful afternoon at the Morning Glory Orphanage in Okinawa, Kiryu sits on the floor of his room, fiddling with some of his old Pocket Circuit cars. The children have shown interest in having a friendly race, and who is Kiryu to not let them indulge? The familiar car designs bring with them a heavy load of nostalgia. While his most prized car, the Cool Striker he customized for his hardest race, was kept safe on a shelf well out of anyone else's reach, his numerous other cars from both the 80s and the 2000s have been disassembled. An assortment of tires, bumpers, gears and motors were strewn all over the floor, as Kiryu rebuilt the cars to be as balanced as possible. The process, while different from building for optimization, brought Kiryu back to simpler days. Times where he didn't have all of this weight on his back.

He's grateful for this time alone, which he was only getting because Majima had come down to Okinawa for a visit. While the kids were initially all intimidated by the man, Haruka especially, they quickly warmed up to him once he showed that he didn't bite. It's a serene kind of alone, one that lets Kiryu lose himself in monotony and peace, and not have to worry about a kid drowning in the ocean. He sets down the newly customized Golem Tiger next to the other finished car, and picks up the frame for the third car, quietly humming a small tune to himself.

A scream pierces the air, and Kiryu's blood runs cold. All of the kids were outside on the beach today, so unless Majima just screamed like a little girl…

Dropping the parts onto the floor, he rushes out into the main room, and sees… well…

Majima is standing on the main dining room table, staring at the closed door of the kitchen.

"Nii-san?"

Majima's head whips over, and Kiryu internally braces himself for an attack.

"KIRYU-CHAN!!!!!"

Majima's shout carries fear, which is very unusual for the Mad Dog. Kiryu is unfazed, but definitely concerned.

"What do you need, Majima-san?"

"I was comin' in to get the kids some of those tiny ass water bottles," Majima explained, no longer yelling but still a bit shaken, "and when I went in the kitchen… Oh god, Kiryu-chan, I almost lost years off ma life! Please, I will owe you for this, but can ya-"

“Is it another bug?"

A silence falls between them.

“.....maybe."

Kiryu sighs.

“What kind?"

Another moment of silence.

“A spider."

Kiryu turns and walks towards the landing of the building.

“DON'T LEAVE ME HERE, KIRYU-CHAN!" Majima cries out, fear reentering his voice.

“I'M GETTING SOMETHING. JUST KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE BUG." Kiryu shouts back as an attempt to calm him down.

“I DON'T WANNA LOOK AT THAT SHIT! ARE YA CRAZY!?"

“NII-SAN!"

“FINE!"

Kiryu opens a cabinet in the landing of Morning Glory, pulling out his trusty can of Multi-Bug Kill Spray, and walks back into the dining room to find the kitchen door open, and Majima pointing at the floor.

“Ya little fucker… yer done! Ya hear me!? Goro Majima wins this one!"

“I wouldn't call this a win, nii-san." Kiryu replies, setting the cap of the spray on the table next to Majima's foot.

“Don't bust my balls in front of the spider!" Majima retorted.

“The spider doesn't care." Kiryu said flatly.

“I care!" Majima's outburst causes Kiryu to chuckle a bit.

“Alright, where's this…. Uh..?" Kiryu trailed off, noticing the spider was no longer where Majima was pointing. In fact, it seems to have disappeared.

Majima's eye went wide.

“Ohgodwheredafuckdiditgo." Majima said, spinning around frantically.

"Are you sure it was real?" Kiryu asks, really hoping he didn't have to deal with a spider infestation.

"My little shits try to prank me with those fake ass spiders ya get with those dumb prank books, so I know when one of those fuckers is fake… that shit was real, Kaz." Majima says with a shaky breath.

"I believe you, Majima-san. We just have to find it now."

Kiryu trepidatiously walks into the kitchen, scanning every surface for the creature. Nothing.

"Do you see it out there?" Kiryu called out.

“No.” Majima replied, his voice now unusually small and coated with fear.

“Come back in here, then.”

Kiryu walks back into the dining room, and Majima meets him there. An idea flashes through Kiryu’s brain that he wishes he didn’t think of, but now he can’t let it go until he checks.

“I hate to say this… but stand still, and spread your arms out just a bit.”

“Haw?”

Majima seems confused, but obliges with Kiryu’s order. As quick as he can, Kiryu looks Majima up and down, trying not to linger in one spot for too long. He even lifts Majima’s jacket at places, ensuring the creepy-crawly wasn’t taking refuge directly on the Mad Dog and Majima hadn’t noticed.

“Ya checkin’ me out, Kiryu-chan?” Majima's slightly less fear-coated voice attempted to tease the dragon.

“Do you want to know what I’m actually doing?” Kiryu replied, repositioning one of Majima’s sleeves.

Majima falls silent as his eye goes wide, his flirtatious remarks falling away as what Kiryu assumes is a newfound fear fills him. He chuckles at Majima’s misfortune, but desperately doesn’t want to give him room to catch him off guard.

“The spider isn’t on you, nii-san.” Kiryu says, trying to feign confidence, and stepping back from him.

“Well.. it could be on you, Kiryu-chan.”

“What?”

Before Kiryu can protest, Majima starts to examine Kiryu up and down, taking noticeably a bit more time than Kiryu did with him. He silently thanks his past self for taking a shower that morning. Silence feels the space, and Kiryu becomes hyper-aware of every movement from Majima, and can almost feel his eye wandering around his body. Kiryu swallows, trying to erase whatever is happening from his own mind.

He feels his shirt lift slightly, as Majima's warm breath hits his lower back, and Kiryu has to fight an oncoming rush of redness to his face. Majima giggles quietly, noticing Kiryu’s fists clenching.

“Ya like that, Kiryu-chan?” Majima says almost against his skin, making the fight even harder for poor Kiryu.

“Now’s not the time, nii-san.” Kiryu says through gritted teeth. He wasn't even sure what was happening, just that it couldn't happen now.

The two then hear a loud stomp, and both men practically jump out of their skin. Kiryu feels the back of his shirt fall into place as he turns towards the entrance to Morning Glory. His heart immediately slows as Haruka enters the space and sees him staring in her vicinity.

"Hey, Uncle Kaz! Are the pocket cars done yet?"

"Hey, Haruka. Uh…. Not quite. There's only a couple more left, but I got a bit distracted by a bug." Kiryu looks behind him, and sees Majima's eye wide, practically pleading with him. Kiryu resists the urge to smirk. "Majima was helping me find the bug, but we seem to have lost it."

Majima's eye goes back to normal, gratitude filling it. Kiryu smiles ever so slightly, and cocks an eyebrow to say 'You're welcome.'

“A bug? You mean the big spider?”

Kiryu sees Majima’s eye go wide again.

“Did you see it, Haruka?” Kiryu asked his daughter, shifting his focus back to her.

She nods, and holds up a shoe that Kiryu only now notices is in her hand. “Don’t worry, I killed it. I have to wash the bottom of my shoe though.”

Kiryu lets out a small laugh as Majima sighs next to him.

“Nice work. Just don’t leave any spider bits in the sink.”

“I won’t.” Haruka then turns to Majima. “Oh, Uncle Goro. Taichi and Mitsuo were asking for you.”

Kiryu sees Majima go through many different emotions at once.

“Oh… uh, I’ll be down there in just a second, Haruka-chan. Just have to… y’know, actually do what I wanted to do up here.”

Majima and Kiryu exchange an awkward glance, as Majima clears his throat and walks into the kitchen.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Kiryu looks down at his daughter.

"No. I think that's the first time he's heard you call him that. Must've got to him."

Haruka nods. "Makes sense. See you in a bit, Uncle Kaz!"

Haruka runs into the kitchen. Kiryu sighs, and chuckles to himself.

How did I get so lucky?

Shaking his head, Kiryu walks back into his room, and decides to pay attention to the voices he can hear through the thin walls of the orphanage.

“You wanna see the spider?” one says.

“HELL NO! Get that shit away from me, Haruka-chan!” the other shouts.

A chorus of female giggles echo into Kiryu’s ears, and he smiles. Sounds like he’ll have to invite Majima back to the orphanage, especially if he’s getting along with Haruka enough for her to tease him.

Though, he makes a note to check for spiders if Majima agrees to come back.

#my writing #ao3 #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #rgg #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #haruka sawamura #kazumaji #link in title #*rings bell* come get your food kazumaji nation #first fic since Tojoctober! a fun one to write too :) #glad the energy from tojoctober carried beyond the month #more will definitely be coming! #Just decided to put the ao3 link in the title... makes more sense :)

[faux-ee]

Welcome to my first installment of rewriting bsd into Hamilton The Musical songs. Thank you @just-like-playing-tag for brainstorming with me and encouraging me to start this crack project hahaha! Can't wait to get to the sskk duets!

Nakajima Atsushi

How does a bastard, orphan, raised by a war and a mad man, dropped in the middle of a forgotten

spot in Yokohama by Providence impoverished in squalor

grow up to be a hero and a tiger?

The heavily starved teenager without a father

got a lot farther by working a lot harder

by being a lot smarter by being a self-starter

by eighteen, he was taken in as an Agency Member

And every day while stray dogs were infighting and driven away

in the alleyways he struggled and kept his guard up

Inside he was longing for something to be a part of

the brother was ready to beg steal borrow or barter

Then a drowning man came and oh his fate was changed

our man saw his future drip-dripping down the drain

put a finger to his forehead, he nullified his pain

and he passed the entrance exam, a new family he has gained

Well the word got around they said this kid is insane man

7 billion bounty got him into some grand plan

Get your friends saved don't forget from whence you came. And the world is gonna know your name.

What's ya name, man?

Nakajima Atsushi.

My name is Nakajima Atsushi.

And there's a million yen I haven't earned.

But just you wait, just you, wait.

As a child, he was mistreated

felt like he wasn't needed

Year by year, always was Atsushi locked away and beaten

Half-dead sittin' in his own sick, the scent thick

Atsushi got out. His “father” didn’t make it.

Moved in with the ADA, found another of his kind

Left him with nothin' but ruined pride

Somethin' new inside

A voice saying Atsushi, you gotta become stronger

He fought back and convinced his rival to stay away from slaughter

There would've been nothin' left to do

For someone less astute

He would've been dead and destitute

Without a cent of restitution

Started workin', clerkin' for his saviors’ Agency

Solving cases, fighting crimes and buying things that he cannot afford

Scannin' for every book he can get his hands on

Plannin' for the future, see him now as he stands on

The bow of a ship headed for an island

(Let’s pretend this is about 55 minutes I’m so uncreative rn)

In Yokohama you can be a new man (x4)

Just you wait (x3)

Nakajima Atsushi

We are waiting in the weeds for you

You could never back down

You never learned to see your worth

Nakajima Atsushi

“Angel,” they sing of you

Do they know what you overcame

Are you but their pawn in a game?

The world will never be the same, oh

The ship is in the harbor now

See if you can spot him

Another stray dog comin' up from the bottom

His enemies destroyed his hope, his friends can’t reach him

[The ADA]

We, fought with him

[Dazai]

Me, I trusted him

[Kyouka & Lucy]

Me, I loved him

[Akutagawa]

Me, I died for him

Hard to be the damn fool that saved him

There's a million things I haven't done, but just you wait

Whats ya name man?

Nakajima Atsushi!

#bsd #bsd shitpost

[goodnightmemes]

THE DARK KNIGHT (2008) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ Look at you. What do you believe in, huh? ❜

❛ I believe whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you...stranger. ❜

❛ What gives you the right? What's the difference between you and me? ❜

❛ Whenever you stitch yourself up, you do make a bloody mess. ❜

❛ Did you get mauled by a tiger? ❜

❛ That wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to inspire people. ❜

❛ Who [name] spends her time with is her business. ❜

❛ We all know how much you like to say "I told you so." ❜

❛ I make my own luck. ❜

❛ They're trying to kill you, means we're getting to them. ❜

❛ You're not getting shot at, you're not doing your job right. ❜

❛ But, you know, if you said you were rattled, we could take the rest of the day off. ❜

❛ I don't get political points for being an idealist. I do the best I can with what I have. ❜

❛ How could you want to raise children in a city like this? ❜

❛ You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. ❜

❛ If I were sneaking out every night, someone would've noticed by now. ❜

❛ For obvious reasons, I couldn't wait for your permission. ❜

❛ And I thought my jokes were bad. ❜

❛ I mean, what happened? Did your balls drop off? ❜

❛ If it's so simple, why haven't you done it already? ❜

❛ If you're good at something, never do it for free. ❜

❛ You think you can steal from us and just walk away? ❜

❛ If I get him to you, can you get him to talk? ❜

❛ I knew the risk when I took this job. ❜

❛ We wouldn't wanna make things too easy, now, would we? ❜

❛ If you can tell me the Russian for "apply your own bloody suntan lotion.". ❜

❛ You wanna know how I got these scars? ❜

❛ Let's put a smile on that face. ❜

❛ Why so serious? ❜

❛ I think a simple phone call might have sufficed. ❜

❛ Oh, you mean, when they find out that you've helped us, they're gonna kill you? ❜

❛ They're all gonna come after you now. ❜

❛ Look at me. Look at me! ❜

❛ People will die. Starting tonight. I'm a man of my word. ❜

❛ Any psychotic ex-boyfriends I should be aware of? ❜

❛ [name] may not know you well enough to understand you're making fun of him, but I do. ❜

❛ You can't ask me to wait for that. ❜

❛ You can't leave me alone with these people. ❜

❛ It makes you think about things you couldn't stand losing, about who you wanna spend your life with. ❜

❛ Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We are tonight's entertainment. ❜

❛ You know, you remind me of my father. I hated my father. ❜

❛ Well, hello, beautiful. ❜

❛ You look nervous. Is it the scars? ❜

❛ Now I see the funny side. Now I'm always smiling. ❜

❛ You got a little fight in you. I like that. ❜

❛ You can't protect me. You can't even protect yourselves. ❜

❛ Criminals aren't complicated. We just need to figure out what he's after. ❜

❛ Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. ❜

❛ Some men just wanna watch the world burn. ❜

❛ Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast. ❜

❛ You brought this craziness on us. You did! You brought this on us! ❜

❛ Is there someone, is there anyone in this town we can trust? ❜

❛ From one professional to another, you're trying to scare somebody, pick a better spot. From this height, the fall wouldn't kill me. ❜

❛ Heads, you get to keep your head. Tails...not so lucky. ❜

❛ You'd leave a man's life to chance? ❜

❛ You're the symbol of hope I could never be. ❜

❛ No one else will die because of me. ❜

❛ You can't give in! ❜

❛ You once told me that if the day came when I was finished, that we'd be together. Did you mean it? ❜

❛ Don't make me your one hope for a normal life. ❜

❛ If you turn yourself in, they're not gonna let us be together. ❜

❛ People are dying. What would you have me do? ❜

❛ Accomplice? I'm gonna tell them the whole thing was your idea. ❜

❛ The night is darkest just before the dawn. And I promise you, the dawn is coming. ❜

❛ He's not being a hero. He's being something more. ❜

❛ This is your life. You can't leave something like that to chance. ❜

❛ You can't stop here. We're like sitting ducks! ❜

❛ Come on. I want you to do it, I want you to do it. Come on, hit me. Hit me! ❜

❛ You do like to play things pretty close to the chest. ❜

❛ I've got a date with a pretty upset girlfriend. ❜

❛ No matches on prints, DNA, dental. No name. No other alias. ❜

❛ Nothing in his pockets but knives and lint. ❜

❛ I'm sorry, I couldn't risk your safety. ❜

❛ Does it depress you, to know just how alone you really are? ❜

❛ If we're gonna play games, I'm gonna need a cup of coffee. ❜

❛ Never start with the head. The victim gets all fuzzy. He can't feel the next… ❜

❛ You wanted me. Here I am. ❜

❛ I wanted to see what you'd do. And you didn't disappoint. ❜

❛ But I know the truth. There's no going back. You've changed things. Forever. ❜

❛ I don't wanna kill you. What would I do without you? ❜

❛ Don't talk like one of them. You're not. Even if you'd like to be. ❜

❛ When the chips are down, these civilized people...they'll eat each other. ❜

❛ See, I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve. ❜

❛ You have all these rules, and you think they'll save you. ❜

❛ The only sensible way to live is without rules. ❜

❛ You have nothing, nothing to threaten me with. Nothing to do with all your strength. ❜

❛ How many of your friends have I killed? ❜

❛ It's gonna be fine. It's gonna be all right. They're coming for you. ❜

❛ Do you wanna know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can't savor all the little emotions. ❜

❛ You see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. ❜

❛ I'm sorry to let you down. If you lose your faith in me, please keep your faith in people. ❜

❛ Things always get worse before they get better. ❜

❛ Why should I hide who I am? ❜

❛ This town deserves a better class of criminal, and I'm gonna give it to them. ❜

❛ Tell your men they work for me now. ❜

❛ Why don't we cut you up into little pieces and feed you to your pooches? Hm? And then we'll see how loyal a hungry dog really is. ❜

❛ It's not about money, it's about sending a message. ❜

❛ Everything burns. ❜

❛ Do I really look like a guy with a plan? ❜

❛ You know what I am? I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught it. ❜

❛ Introduce a little anarchy, upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. ❜

❛ Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? It's fair. ❜

❛ Don't watch a whole lot of news, do you? ❜

❛ Shouldn't you be out there, you know, doing something? ❜

❛ This is too much power for one person. ❜

❛ I'll help you this one time. But consider this my resignation. ❜

❛ Look, if I tell you, will you let me go? ❜

❛ What exactly did you think they were gonna do? ❜

❛ It's not that simple. It never is. ❜

❛ Ah, you made it. I'm so thrilled. ❜

❛ You don't wanna die, but you don't know how to take a life. ❜

❛ We really should stop this fighting, otherwise we'll miss the fireworks. ❜

❛ And here we go. ❜

❛ Can't rely on anyone these days. You gotta do everything yourself. Don't we? ❜

❛ You just couldn't let me go, could you? ❜

❛ This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. ❜

❛ I think you and I are destined to do this forever. ❜

❛ Madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push. ❜

❛ You wouldn't dare try to justify yourself if you knew what I'd lost. ❜

❛ Have you ever had to talk to the person you loved most, tell them it's gonna be alright, when you know it's not? ❜

❛ It's not about what I want, it's about what's fair! ❜

❛ You thought we could be decent men in an indecent time. But you were wrong. ❜

❛ People will lose hope. ❜

❛ A hero. Not the hero we deserved, but the hero we needed. ❜

❛ Because sometimes the truth isn't good enough. Sometimes people deserve more. ❜

❛ He's the hero we deserve, but not the one we need right now. ❜

#rp meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #rp prompt #inbox meme #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #rp starters #rp memes #rp prompts #*Movie #*mine

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Chapter 8: Of all the bars in the world, you had to walk into mine

An hour later, in one of the quieter sections of the Sweet Spot cyberpunk rave club, by the bar, Carmen and M sit and contemplate the menu. “I can’t believe I burnt dinner. The timer wasn’t even set! I’m so off my game right now. I don’t even know how we’re even going to plan that SCP heist..” she rests her head in her hands, swirling the straw to her colorful cocktail. “Don’t cry over burnt puffs. It aint worth it. And this is expected, what with the anniversary comin up. The first one is always the fuckin worst. I aint expecting anything from yeh.” He took a drink from his whiskey. He looked around the bar, a few ponies making out in a corner, a rather buff t-rex lady arm wrestling a tiger a few feet away and making a slight commotion as they celebrated whoever won. Carmen sighed and stood up. “I’m going to use the mares-room, I’ll be right back. Watch my drink.”

Carmen walked into the restroom and stood in front of the mirror, splashing water onto her face then leaning on the sink. She took out a vial of zydrate and put three extra drops under her tongue before hiding it away. The door opened by a tall sleek white wolfess. With a lean build, her blue dress seemed to glisten like water and ice. She leaned towards the mirror and checked her subtle makeup. Carmen watched and admired the wolfess. “You know, you could take a picture, or you could just ask me out.” Carmen’s face blushed deeply and looked back to her own mirror. The wolfess looked her up and down, Carmen dressed in a low buttoned blouse with a shapely pencil skirt and stockings. “I’m sorry, I didnt mean to stare, you’re just very pretty..um.”

“Lekir. I’m Lekir and I dont recall giving that apology option, so I suppose I’ll take that date.” She got close to Carmen and planted a deep kiss onto the mare’s lips. Feeling the lustful feeling of the drug, Carmen let her inhibitions go for once. She wrapped her arms around Lekir and kissed back as deep, the heat of the moment had the two ladies move to the far wall. Lekir kissed and nibbled Carmen’s neck, unbuttoning her shirt and hiking up her skirt. Fingers explored and breaths heavied as the two got lost in their lust.

Back at the bar, M was chatting up the tiger, talking about planes. The tiger, Drake was explaining how he and his T-rex partner, Vasha were air pirates. Vasha had just come back to the bar, chuckling. “You wouldn’t believe the crazy shit in the bathroom. This wolf lady has this unicorn against the wall, fucking eachother’s brains out. Didn’t even notice I was there. Or they did and liked the audience.” Drake laughed and M groaned. “That unicorn is with me.” Drake and Vasha ooooohed, M snapped back, “She ain’t my date. She’s my sister in law. She’s the one who can pay you for this little pick-up we’re doing, if you’re interested.” The tiger conferenced with his partner a moment, “Yeah, we’re not doing anything, we’ll join you on this pick-up. Sounds like it could be fun.”

“What sounds like fun?” Lekir stepped up to the bar with a very satisfied and a little disheveled Carmen, whose buttons were all misaligned and showing her bra-strap, and her usual wavy hair had become sex hair. She took her cocktail and drank it all down in a few gulps, leaning over to M, whispering, “I like her, she’s got a pussy and can make this big cock.. like this..big” she giggles, very red in the face. Lekir patted M on the back, “We had a few drinks while in there. Safe to say she’s not as tense nor depressed anymore tonight.” The changeling groans, “What we were saying was we had a thing planned where we pick up an unknown dangerous creature from a facility.. but now she’s gonna get hungover and things will go bad.” Vasha piped in, “Nothin saying we can’t just postpone a day. Didnt you say you need to make sure things were prepped?”

“She’s the real brains and knows what needs to be prepped. I’m just the brawn and opportunity maker. Can’t do shit without her.” M motioned to Carmen whose head was on the bartop on her arm, looking at Lekir. “I like you. We should date.” Lekir chuckled and brushed Carmen’s face, “Ask me again after you sober up. Then we’ll date.” The drunk mare lifted an arm in celebration “Yaaay I got a girlfriend, will you go on heists with me? It’ll be fun.” Lekir looked at M and sighed, “I can see why she’s a handful. But yes, I’ll join you on your so called heists.” She assumed she was just drunk asking. M scoffed and drank more whiskey, “Great. Just what we need. A distraction for Red.” The wolfess glared and froze his hand to the glass, “What was that?” M blinked and growled, “I was saying that she does go on big heists, and she doesn’t need any distractions, Elsa.” Lekir pointed to Carmen, “What? She actually pulls off big heists, like what?” M broke the ice trapping his hand, “Fuckin pick any from a few years ago. Like Hoofer Dam..” Lekir, Drake and Vasha looked at Carmen who had fallen asleep at the bar, “Holy shit.. You’re telling me that I just rearranged the Master Thief’s organs with my dick ..” Lekir sat down, contemplating what she just agreed to. Vasha laughed, “Good job, looks like she needed it too.”

After paying the tab, M stood and draped Carmen’s arm around his shoulders, helping her stand. “Alright, I need to take this fuckin sad sack home, or else nothing will get done. Here’s our location if you want to stop by tomorrow or something.” M produced a couple of business cards with their new location. The three took the cards and nodded, “Sounds like a plan.” Drake and Vasha ordered another round as Lekir thought more, pulling out her phone. As M and Carmen slipped through the shadows, Lekir made a call, stepping aside. “Asta, pet, get your things ready. We’re going someplace you are going to find rather interesting. And I could use your help. I’ll be home soon to tell you about it but you wont believe it.”

The next morning, almost 9am sharp, a WW2 tech level fighter plane came roaring down the beach and a blue portal appeared by the front door to the mansion. The four figures stood that the entrance. Drake the tiger and Vasha the Tyranian, then Lekir and her blue carbuncle pet Asta, looking around the front area. Drake let out a low whistle. “This is a snazzy place, I could get used to this.” A security camera turned towards them, and the door unlocks, swinging open. M stood at the door and greeted them, “Never settled on a time but glad you all showed up in one piece..” M looks at the Carbuncle. “What’s this blue squirrel?” Lekir crosses her arms, “This is Asta, my pet.” Asta puts her hands on her hips, “I’m NOT a blue squirrel! I’m a Carbuncle and I specialize in Astronomy and Meteorology! I was told I could be of use here!” M paused and looked at Lekir before moving aside and letting everyone in. “I don’t think we have any acorns for the squirrel but there’s food in the kitchen. Help yerselves.” Asta stormed in behind him “I’m NOT a SQUIRREL!”

Carmen slowly came down the stairs from above and shuffles into the kitchen, wearing just a maroon pair of thong panties and a case of bedhead. “Why are you so loud in here? Damn…” She yawns and scratches her head, then frog-blinks at the sudden crowd in her kitchen. The notion finally dawns on her that she just walked topless into a kitchen full of strangers.

“Good morning, Master Thief~” Lekir chimed as M opened the fridge. Carmen went wide-eyed and hissed at M, slamming the fridge onto his fingers. “M, who the fuck are these people and why are they here?! I thought you said this place was hidden! I can’t restart my heists when there’s people just waltzing in!!” M shook his hand and scowled, putting a finger in his mouth. “Red, fuckin chill your tits, I told them to come.”

Drake grinned and chuckled, “I think her tits are chill as they are, all perky with those barbells there.” Carmen looked down and tried to cover herself in panic, then waved at M “Gimmie your shirt!” “What? Why?” “JUST GIMMIE YOUR DAMN SHIRT.” M shrugged in annoyance, stripping off his button down shirt and handing it to Carmen. She yoinked it and scrambled to put it over her head, sniffing it and gags. “Uugh, you really need to quit those awful cigarettes… this absolutely stinks..” M cackles, “I can take it back..” Carmen steps back away and slapping away his outstretched hand, “I’ll deal. Now.. again, who are these people in our safe house?”

Lekir stepped closer, “We are going to help you with your next heist, Darling.” Carmen rubs her head, raising an eyebrow, “Darling? Who are you again?” Lekir crossed her arms, “I’m your girlfriend, Lekir, remember?” The unicorn blinked, “Oooooh from the bar last night… we’re dating?” “Last I checked from your offer last night.” Lekir got close enough to playfully pin Carmen to the wall by her wrists, “Does this ring a bell? Or are you too hungover and need a refresher?”

Carmen blushed and bit her lip, stifling a quiet moan, “Perhaps we could do the refresher a bit later, there’s still unexplained people in my house.” M cleared his throat, “Red, while you were.. indisposed last night, I managed to get us some pilots for our little project. Meet Drake Tigerclaw and Vasha Vindragova. Air pirates extraodinaires. Some of the best in the skies. Elsa here, or rather Lekir, has ice magic and brought her pet gerbil Asta here.”

The carbuncle growled, “I am NOT a gerbil!!” M raised his hands defensively, “Ok sorry, her pet squirrel.. who is an expert in Meteorology and Astronomy, which would be handy for wind and weather patterns for the planes and if planetary alignments do anything to the target.” Asta was fuming behind Lekir, “I am a carbuncle! Not a squirrel! Not a gerbil! Carbuncle!”

Carmen slipped off the wall and moved towards the counter with the coffee maker. “It sounds like this was actually thought out rather well. If you do stay and help out, we would be very grateful. If you decide to go do your own things, you are certainly free to do so. But while on my missions, just stick to the plan and absolutely no killing. Other than that I guess theres only one thing left to do..” she pours a cup of coffee and pours some pistachio creamer into it and raises it. “Welcome to the New VILE HQ.”

#mlp oc pony #carmen pondiego #ask blog #story update #ao3 fanfic #chapter 8 #New VILE HQ

[vickyvicarious]

"'Ittin' of them over the 'ead with a pole is one way; scratchin' of their hears is another, when gents as is flush wants a bit of a show-orf to their gals. I don't so much mind the fust—the 'ittin' with a pole afore I chucks in their dinner; but I waits till they've 'ad their sherry and kawffee, so to speak, afore I tries on with the ear-scratchin'. Mind you," he added philosophically, "there's a deal of the same nature in us as in them theer animiles. Here's you a-comin' and arskin' of me questions about my business, and I that grumpy-like that only for your bloomin' 'arf-quid I'd 'a' seen you blowed fust 'fore I'd answer. Not even when you arsked me sarcastic-like if I'd like you to arsk the Superintendent if you might arsk me questions. Without offence did I tell yer to go to 'ell?"

"You did."

"An' when you said you'd report me for usin' of obscene language that was 'ittin' me over the 'ead; but the 'arf-quid made that all right. I weren't a-goin' to fight, so I waited for the food, and did with my 'owl as the wolves, and lions, and tigers does. But, Lor' love yer 'art, now that the old 'ooman has stuck a chunk of her tea-cake in me, an' rinsed me out with her bloomin' old teapot, and I've lit hup, you may scratch my ears for all you're worth, and won't git even a growl out of me. Drive along with your questions."

This whole little speech is quite interesting to me. Mainly because it goes contrary to the entire narrative's treatment of wolves so far. They have been depicted as monstrous wild creatures of the night, deadly and aggressive. They're foreign, they're 'other', rather mysterious. They vanish into the woods except when they're threatening you, although the howls can still be heard from far away.

And none of that is outside a popular conception of wolves. The fairy tale wolf, the livestock-eating wolf, etc., they're usually the bad guys. But the Thomas Bilder doesn't go in for that for even a second. Whacking them on the head with a pole aside, he does seem to have a love for/decent understanding of the animals under his care and he admits that there's nothing unusual or even really surprising in their behavior. They might snarl or growl or howl, especially when hit with a stick - but so did he, and giving him what he wanted bribed his complacency as much as it does them. They're like people in that way.

It's probably pretty obvious, but I just like that the negative portrayal of wolves isn't necessarily true. Left on their own they're normal wolves, but when Dracula is around and commanding them, then they turn into tools of horror. Because they literally are like tools to him. He doesn't manipulate them with threats or cajoling, he just has this supernatural ability to make them obey. And he uses them liberally, to kill or threaten people for him, to break in somewhere he can't... and then once he's done he drops the hold on their minds and lets them wander off.

Even the wolves near his home... what if they usually behave like normal wolves? For all we know, the wolf attack on the carriage with Jonathan was even ordered by Dracula as a nice little beginning terror before arriving to the castle. Certainly, without Dracula there to command them, Jonathan somehow escaped the mountain without getting run down and eaten despite being quite vulnerable and them being known maneaters.

Even if those particular wolves are considered irredeemable monsters, the keeper's reaction to Berserker proves that doesn't always have to be the case. Outside of Dracula's influence, they're just animals like any other. Like people.

Hey, he said it first. If you go with that comparison, well. I think the obvious interpretation, especially with Berserker returning sadly with a head full of broken glass, is simple: Dracula's presence and influence twists and warps people into something monstrous. Merely being around him is dangerous. As long as he is around you at all, tragedy will follow - even without direct intent to harm you in particular. He will use you however long it interests him to do so, and then toss you aside. Even if you do end up escaping his influence, you'll be left wounded.

#dracula daily #anyways i support berserker and i'm glad he didn't get blamed for killing mrs. westenra #and obviously there's a lot to be said for the colonial overtones of the civilized and tamed british wolf kept captive in a zoo #vs the evil foreign beasts running wild in the mountains #but the zookeeper at least doesn't go there too much. #found this in my drafts from this morning

[shadowbunnydragon]

Found: Samhain Special

MWAHAHAHAHA! Shenanigans shall be had on this night, as Audrey has hatched a plan filled with fright! Her grandpup's feelings are plain to see, yet speaking them aloud has proven not to be easy. His crush clearly feels the same way, yet Aiko too is under a blushing silent sway. So into the Maze Grandmaw shall send the pre-teens, with traps and ambushes crafted to bring screams. Alone the two shall finally confess, and surely nothing could turn this all into one big mess?

And so my favorite holiday is almost upon us! The weather is cooling off, scary movies are becoming more prevalent, costumes, pumpkins, and candy galore! This year, I decided to make a special side-story with my favorite time of year in mind! I hope that you enjoy it!

Found (Samhain Special)

by

Elite Shade

"Okay, so with time to spare, we'll have finished dropping off all the collected recyclables to the recycling center and can then head on over to the Hunter Ranch to help Marcus and his family with their haunted corn maze," Travis said while scribbling in a notebook. "Any questions?" He was dressed in his Ranger Scout uniform, beaming at the rest of his friends who were sitting in their usual meeting spot in the forest clearing.

Ty was wearing an orange hoodie, a purple streak in his headfur that matched the purple streak going down the side of his black shorts. He was laying on a stump on his back, staring up at the sky. "Shouldn't it be called a Haunted Maize Maze?" he asked, earning a snicker from Lizzy. The grizzly was wearing a green t-shirt and jeans. She reached down to ruffle his headfur, much to the much smaller mammal's annoyance. "Also, why again is the Haunted Maze being set up and tested now? It's two weeks until Samhain."

Marcus chimed in. "Accordin' ta Grandmaw, it's so that we can test some new things we're tryin' this year. This way, by the time Samhain arrives, we'll know if somethin' works 'r doesn't, and have a chance ta fix 'em." His Meadowlands accent had become more pronounced, taking after his father.

Lizzy then raised a massive paw. "OH! I actually have to help with the bakery, so I'm gunna be a little late getting to the haunted house."

"That's okay, Lizzy, I remembered and factored it in," Travis said. The deer buck looked over to Mina, who nodded before straightening her white skirt and blouse. The goat girl cleared her throat before speaking.

"I would like to say that Ty and I were successful in putting up the posters and handing out the flyers advertising the Ranger Scout Charity Haunted House. Not just here in the North Meadowlands, but also down in the Southern Meadowlands too! Based on the interest garnered, it's looking like this year's Samhain will be even better than last year's!"

"I can't wait to see what the corn maze looks like," Aiko said as she fiddled with her white and orange-striped scarf. She was wearing a white coat with a pink skirt and black leggings. Setting her paw down, she quickly pulled it back after touching Marcus' hand, the two looking away and blushing.

"Uhm, y-yeah," Marcus stammered a bit, choosing to move the discussion along. He heard Ty snicker but ignored it and pressed on. "Helpin' out makin' it with Grandmaw and Grandpaw, it looks purdy impressive in the daytime. My aunts 'n uncles are visitin' ta help out decoratin' it and settin' up the scares. Grandmaw made me promise not to go a-peekin' as she wanted it ta be a surprise fer me as well as the pups comin' ta explore it, so I'm excited to see what it'll look like too." He was wearing his favorite coat, the tiger-themed one, along with a black long-sleeved shirt underneath, and his blue jeans.

"It was real nice for her to invite us to participate in the Hunter Family tradition," Travis said, covering his muzzle to hide his chuckle at seeing Marcus and Aiko's reaction.

"Anyone else think she sounded kinda insistent about it?" Ty asked, sitting up to look at the others.

Marcus blushed and started to rub the back of his head. "Yeah, I think my Grandmaw was just bein' super enthusiastic 'bout me havin' ma friends over fer the tradition..."

Meanwhile...

"Alright, girls," Audrey said, looking at her (mostly) unofficial daughter's in law, all of whom, Malcolm counted in their number, were assembled before the older she-wolf. "So the plan is a simple one. We send in Marcus and his friends on a 'test run', where we'll use different traps and such ta get him and Aiko separated from the rest of their group and alone together. That way the two of them can talk while in a spooky settin'. A few jumpscares in the dusk should have them clingin' ta each other. And then, hopefully, that will be enough ta get them talkin' ta each other about their feelin's and put a stop ta this silly blushin'-crushin' once and fer all." Audrey beamed happily at her plan, while most of the Hunter gals smiled excitedly.

Vanna, however, was pinching the bridge of her nose. "I still cannot believe that you talked me into doing this to my son," she said.

"Aw, c'mon Kit-Kat," Ada said, leaning over to sling an arm around Vanna's shoulder. "Dose two clearly likes each udda, but instead of doin' somethin' about it, dey's just dancin' around it."

"Actually, I agree with Vanna," Dawn said. She was patting her still-swollen belly, a little jealous that Vanna and Audrey no longer had to worry about being pregnant. Her doctor said that soon she might have to go on bed-rest. As it was, her job in this scheme was mainly watching over her new little niece and her brand new sisters-in-law. She looked up at Giselle, who had already put on part of her Alarmhead costume.

The giraffe had two plastic cones hanging on her neck, fixed in place attached to a third cone around her head made to look like speakers. She was going to put on a skin-tight outfit with some fake lanky arms ending in claws that she would fit her hooves into to operate. There was even going to be a speaker hooked up to her phone to blare a siren when she would start chasing someone in the maze. "Giselle, your costume is gunna look wonderfully spooky! Now, yer primary job during the test run is ta keep track of where Marcus and Aiko are in the maze, and relay that information ta the rest of us," Audrey said, causing the giraffe to give her a salute.

"I won't letcha down, Audrey," she said, her cockney voice sounding a bit tinny due to the cone. "I even got m'self some stilts to make me taller so I can see even more."

"Oh, uh, Giselle, are ya sure that that will be alright?" Malcolm asked, sounding a bit worried. "What if ya tripped and fell?" Giselle waved a dismissive hoof at his concerns.

"I'll be just fine. My long legs are already practically stilts as it is, this'll be no different." The other Hunter girls gave each other sidelong glances, choosing not to voice what they were thinking.

"Malcolm, Qali, and Honey, you three will be laying in wait in the scheduled locations. You'll close off areas behind the pups, trying to get Marcus and Aiko separated from the others."

Qali jumped up and down in excitement, she was dressed as a zombie, with some fake blood painted dribbling down her chin. "This is gunna be so much fun and just so cute!"

She was caught by the hood of her gray hoodie by Ada, who was dressed as a Zoodoo priestess, complete with white skull face paint.

"Easy 'dere, fluff for brains! We haven't even started yet. Also, remembah what happened last year? When youse ran around dat maze and ended up gettin' all tangled up in some strings of lights?"

The arctic vixen crossed her arms and pouted. "That was totally not my fault! It was dark out!"

"Dose lights was lit up and bright orange. Anyone coulda seen them a mile away," Ada said with a chuckle, seeing Qali stick her tongue out in response. Honey's costume was that of a faceless monk in a robe, with symbols in gold running down the sleeves. "The chances of the plan working aren't great. But it's still worth a shot."

"That actually does remind me, Ada, Vanna, while ya two will also be helpin' ta scare the pups and assist the others, y'all are ta be on the lookout fer Zach. If he catches wind of this plan, he will try ta disrupt it."

Vanna briefly considered letting him, until she remembered that Zach would blow things way out of proportion and possibly scare off Aiko and maybe even Marcus' friends. She sighed, as that was how Audrey was able to convince her in the first place. She wasn't wearing a costume, instead wearing a black sweater and jeans, in order to stealthily stalk from within the corn itself. She looked to Audrey and nodded.

"I just don't feel right about this," Vanna said. "They should just talk to each other about their feelings when they're ready."

"And they will. We're just givin' them a little help to do it, that's all," Audrey said, giving the tigress a hug. Vanna still looked uncomfortable but returned the hug no less. Audrey let go and then turned to address Dawn, who was sitting in a lawn chair next to a playpen set up with her little girls and her newest grandpup, Rose, set in it, playing with some soft toys. The ewe was wearing an orange maternity dress with a green smiling jack-o-lantern face over her large belly.

"Now, Dawn'll be in charge of lookin' after the girls." The ewe cooed as she reached in to tickle Rose, the little tiger/wolf hybrid squealing in delight as she looked around with excited and curious yellow eyes. She was wearing a purple onesie with a smiling ghost on it. Her orange and black-striped fur was fluffed out, her short canid snout twitching as she took in different smells on the breeze. Rose's long skinny tail that ended in a fluffy tuft swish-wagged, thumping on the floor of the playpen. Next to her was Sadie, who was starting to whimper at getting some dirt, somehow, on her paw. The tiny black pup tried chewing on a red stacking ring to calm down. Over in one corner of the playpen was Rachel, dressed in an orange and purple shirt and denim overalls. The little gray wolf's tail was wagging as she watched a grasshopper hop by, reaching out her tiny paws, as if trying to get to it. And over in the other corner was Quinnley, wearing a black and red onesie. She sucked on a binky while looking at the latch to the playpen. She grinned happily and mischievously, her white and black-splotched fur being tousled by a gentle breeze.

"These pups won't be going anywhere," Dawn said with confidence, keeping an eye on Quinnley, the little troublemaker known for stealing things like wallets to chew on or somehow put into a toilet, and for attempted escapes from her crib and playpens.

"Now the boys're setting up the decorations and such, so try ta keep an eye out and not run into them or anythang like that. They know about the plan tonight and will not interfere, except of course fer Zach and Ully."

"Wait, where are those two?" Malcolm asked. He was dressed in an apron with fake blood on it, holding a rubber meat cleaver in his paw.

"I decided ta keep them preoccupied. In Zach's case, I had Dori take him on a wild goose chase."

At that moment...

"Geeze, Pa, I thought I really had him that time!" Zach said while sitting in the passenger seat of his father's cruiser, the older law wolf presently driving and chuckling to himself. He looked over at his son, whose uniform was torn in several places, with some fresh scratches on his muzzle, and white feathers stuck to him.

"Well, we're still on his trail. When we get to the Howlson's farm, you can try again," Dori said. Zach narrowed his eyes as he stared at the wild goose nicknamed Goliath that had gotten loose from the Flattail's Ranch.

"Oh I'm gunna catch 'im, don't you worry about that Pa," he said, a look of determination on his muzzle.

Also at that moment...

"Hiya, Ully, whatcha got there?" Vernon asked, Lily and Alice riding on his shoulders while Trevor walked behind him, carrying a milk crate with plastic skeleton pieces in it.

The nervous-looking black wolf with the streak of pink in his headfur looked at his brother and shrugged.

"It's a bucket of sand. Mama told me to hold it and not spill any of it, as it was gunna be super important later tonight. She didn't tell me why though," Ulric said.

"What do ya think the sand will be fer, Daddy?" Lily asked. She was dressed as a princess with a sheriff's hat and badge, as well as a holstered toy tranq gun. Alice was dressed as a ballerina in a pink leotard and tutu. Trevor's costume was similar to Aunt Honey's, in that he was dressed in the robes of a cultist that worshiped an ancient eldritch god. Needless to say, the little black lamb's costume made Ulric very nervous.

"Oh I'm sure it will be a surprise," Vernon said with a chuckle, continuing on with what he and his pups were doing, giving his brother a wave. "Keep up that good work, Ully."

Later...

As the early evening settled in, with the shadows growing longer and a chill hanging in the air, the sun began dipping towards the horizon. Marcus stood with his friends, having been dropped off by Travis' parents, at the opening to the corn maze. In the growing gloom, it was already looking different than it had in the daylight. More sinister and mysterious.

"Thank you pups so much fer helpin' us out with this trial run," Audrey said, dressed like a witch in a pointed black hat and robes, the hemline of which ended just below the older she-wolf's knees. Her tail was wagging, a warm smile on her muzzle as she looked at the pups. "Now we were thinkin' of y'all enterin' in groups of two and waitin' fer a beat before sendin' in the next pairin'."

"I think I get it," Travis chimed in with a grin. Audrey's ears perked up, concerned that their scheme had been figured out. "This way, one pair goes in one direction with another going in another. From here I can see three paths we can pick from." Audrey internally sighed while she nodded to the buck.

"That's right, sweetie," she said, pointing into the maze. "There's already quite a few tricks and traps and scares set up, with my boys and girls settin' up more as we speak. So instead of goin' alone, in pairs we can see how the different initial paths work out, and not have to worry about someone gettin' lost alone."

"This is going to be a lot of fun!" Mina said, clapping her hooves while Ty just rolled his eyes.

"So who's going with who?" the raccoon asked, trying to look disinterested, but his striped tail kept twitching, which Marcus had learned meant he was excited. Ty let out a shrill yelp as he was scooped up and plopped onto Lizzy's head.

"There, now we got you acting as a lookout, and if we have to run, I don't have to worry about you lagging behind," Lizzy giggled as Ty took ahold of some locks of her dyed white fauxhawk. The young grizzly bear was raring to go. Without another word, she charged straight in with Ty yelping again, the two heading straight down the middle path. Audrey and Aiko both giggled at that.

"And there they go," Travis said with a chuckle. He turned to his three remaining friends. "So who else will be pairing up? Should we keep it boy/girl? Or maybe to shake things up, have me and Marcus as a pair and Aiko and Mina as another?" Audrey's breath caught in her throat. They did have a contingency plan if that was the case, but it would be harder to pull off.

"I think with my sense of direction, if Mina and I were left alone together to try and find our way through, we'd somehow end up in the Nocturnal District," Aiko said, laughing and rubbing the back of her head. "No offense to you, Mina." "None taken," the goat girl said. "I can get lost on my way to my closet in my own room."

"Well then, Aiko, you can ride on my shoulders, if you'd like, and you can use my horns to hold onto for support," Travis offered.

"Thanks, but I really feel like walking."

"Alright then, it's settled," Audrey said, clapping her paws together. "Travis shall go with Mina, and Marcus and Aiko will couple up." Hearing that, Marcus and Aiko both started to blush. They looked at each other, before looking away.

"S-sounds good to me," Marcus said.

"Same!" Aiko, despite the wind, wiped her forehead.

"In that case, how about we flip a coin to decide which pair goes where?" Travis said, pulling out a quarter. "Heads goes left, tails goes right?" With the other three agreeing, he flipped the coin. Mina called it and soon she and Travis were walking into the maze, taking an immediate left. Marcus and Aiko followed them in, taking a right. With the pups out of sight, Audrey breathed a sigh of relief. "They even took the right path. Everything is going according to plan," Audrey said, her tail wagging faster.

Elsewhere...

"I toldja I'd catch 'im this time, Pa!" Zach excitedly held up a squirming and honking burlap sack. "Now we can head on home and help out with the maze!"

"Uh... that's great, Son," Dorian said, scratching his head, having figured that it would have taken Zach much longer to catch Goliath, what with the goose's reputation for being crafty during its many escapades. He was trying to think of a reason why they couldn't just go home as Zach carried the sack over to the farmhouse, having ended up right back at where they had started the chase through many twists and turns.

"Oh boy, I told Auddey that this was gunna go screwball on us," he mumbled to himself under his breath.

Back at the ranch...

"Okay, the maze this year is definitely harder," Ty said as he and Lizzy went around one corner after another, nearing the treeline.

"I'll say! I wonder what the prize will be to complete it this year?" Lizzy wondered.

"I dunno. Maybe some freshly baked pumpkin pies from Mrs. Hunter?"

"Oh, that sounds so good," Lizzy said, patting her stomach. They came to a dead end, with a tall and leafless tree just beyond the corn border.

"Huh, what a creepy-looking tree," Ty said aloud. It was a long and lanky light brown tree. It had two branches jutting out at two different angles halfway up, with a tall branch standing straight up. It had something near the top. Lizzy looked up and squinted.

"What are those cones?" she asked. Just then, the two branches twitched and started to move in jerky motions. It was just before the alarm started to blare from the speakers that Ty realized what this was.

"No way... they put in an Alarmhead!" At first, the raccoon boy was excited, before the Alarmhead before them took a large step towards them. Wordlessly, Lizzy turned and started to run from the blaring alarm behind her, hearing loud and clunky footsteps. Ty was holding on for dear life, looking back and seeing Alarmhead stalking towards them, clumsily swinging its massive clawed arms.

"We need to go faster," he said.

Giselle giggled to herself. "This is so much fun! Also, the targets took a left," she said into the mic in the cone around her head. Her stilts stumbled a little, but she caught herself, unaware she knocked over a scarecrow as she pursued the grizzly bear and raccoon riding her shoulders.

A few rows over, Travis and Mina heard the siren. "What is that?" the goat girl asked, shivering a little.

"Some kind of alarm? Probably some kind of trap triggered by someone," Travis said, rubbing his chin. They came to a fork. The left path had some fake cobwebs draped about the stalks. The right path was lit with strings of small jack-o-lantern lights, held up by posts stuck in the ground. "Which way do you think we should go?"

Mina looked at the fake cobwebs and shuddered. "Since I'm guessing that the left path will have something to do with spiders, I say we try the right path."

"Alright, right it is!" Travis started walking with Mina sticking close to the buck's side. From within the stalks Qali watched and clamped a paw over her muzzle, lest her excited giggling give her location away. She scampered up ahead and got into position. The moment that Travis and Mina got close enough to the puppet disguised as one of the many creepy scarecrows set up along the different paths, she would tug on the fishing line strings, making it lunge at them, hopefully making them hurry down the right offshoot, instead of continuing forward. Her ears perked up at the sound of the soft hoofsteps and the chatting from the two as they approached. Qali held her breath as the kits came in sight, and then yanked the strings while also hissing as ferociously as she could.

Mina's eyes went wide as a faceless sack-cloth scarecrow wearing an old flannel shirt and jeans jumped out at her. She let out a shriek and started to run down the offshoot. "Slow down, Mina," Travis called after her. While Qali felt a little bad at scaring the kits, she still admitted to herself that it was fun, and it was to help serve a greater good. She then dashed across the path, tripping on a string of lights. As she ran, her bushy white tail wagging, she was unaware that the string of pumpkin lights had gotten tangled with her foot.

Further up north, Marcus and Aiko were walking along a path, surprised at how calm and peaceful everything seemed. There were some scarecrows and cobwebs and strings of lights, and there was the alarm from earlier that had stopped all of a sudden, adding to the spooky atmosphere, but overall they hadn't run into any scares yet. The two then came onto a clearing. Set down in the center of the clearing was a red and white checkered blanket with a picnic basket sitting right on top of it. Aiko sniffed the air, smelling fresh baked sweets with a hint of chocolate.

"Huh... that doesn't seem too scary," Marcus said, scratching his head in confusion.

"I think I can smell chocolate chip cookies," Aiko said, her stomach letting out a loud grumble.

Marcus sniffed and blushed, only barely able to smell the cookies. "I think I can smell them... but it could just be a trick."

"Agreed," Aiko said as they approached the basket. The red panda girl carefully lifted up a corner of the blanket, confirming there was no hole being covered up. Marcus lightly tapped the basket with his boot, with both of them silently backing away quickly. The basket made no sound or anything. Slowly, they approached it again, Aiko reaching out and quickly tossing open the lid. Inside were over a dozen golden-brown chocolate chip cookies. The smell of the cookies hit the two of them and, both taking a moment to look around, they sat down on the picnic blanket and each grabbed one.

"This is so nice," Aiko said, biting into a cookie.

"I'll say," Marcus said with a wide grin, recognizing the taste of his Grandmaw's cookies. "Maybe this is a li'l rest area? Ta give folks a break from all the spookiness?"

"Maybe! This whole maze is just so wonderful and fun!"

Marcus reached into the basket without looking, and felt his fingers brush up against something fuzzy and warm. He looked down and saw that he and Aiko, presumably reaching for the same cookie, had instead grabbed each other's hands. She looked up at him as he looked down at her, blushes on both of their faces. They quickly let go and turned to look away. Marcus looked up at the sky, noticing some stars starting to twinkle into existence.

"Uhm... it's a really nice night out," he said, feeling embarrassed that that was all he was able to think to say.

"Y-yeah," Aiko stammered, feeling a bit flustered.

"Uhm... Aiko?" Marcus asked, feeling nervous.

"Yes, Marcus?"

"Do ya... I mean, is there any mammal that you... uh... l-like?" Aiko looked over, surprised, her face even redder than before, feeling butterflies flutter about in her stomach.

"Wh-what?!" she asked, clamping her muzzle shut as she looked down at her wringing hands.

"I-I just was... curious."

"W-well... y-yes... there's someone I l-like... but I don't know if h-he feels the same way," Aiko said, looking up at Marcus. He looked away.

"O-oh... is he someone I know?" Now Marcus' face was becoming even more red.

"Yes. D-do you like anybody?" Aiko asked without thinking, hoping she didn't sound too curious.

"... Yes... but I don't know iffin she feels the same way either," Marcus said in a quiet voice. Aiko leaned forward, setting her hand down on the blanket right next to Marcus'. Marcus looked down at her, and also leaned forward. He gulped and shifted his hand, so that it was now resting on top of Aiko's. They looked into each other's eyes, and began to lean in closer. Audrey watched and withheld a coo. The plan had worked perfectly. That is until a high pitched yip rang out. Marcus and Aiko, almost nose to nose, froze, turning their heads, along with Audrey, in the direction of the sound.

In crawled Rose, the little wolf/tiger hybrid giggling and squealing happily as she made a beeline right for her big brother. Marcus and Aiko both scooted away from one another, still blushing. Marcus cracked a wide grin and held his arms open, scooping up his baby sister and cradling her. Her tail, which was long and skinny, but ended in an orange and black striped fluff at the end, swish-wagged as she purred in Marcus' arms.

"Hi there, Rose," Marcus said, tickling her little feet, eliciting more giggles from the baby.

"How did she get here?" Aiko asked, scooting closer to coo at the cute little hybrid.

"I dunno, but I suspect that Quinnley was involved," Marcus said, grinning down to Aiko, who smiled back up at him. "But I think maybe we should try ta find the exit. This maze might be too scary for Rose."

"Agreed," Aiko said, standing up and grabbing the picnic basket. As the two walked out of the clearing and down the path they had come, Audrey watched from within the corn, her mouth hanging wide open. It was then that she realized her phone was buzzing. She pulled it out and swiped it to see a text from Dawn.

Quinnley staged a jailbreak. She, Sadie, and Rachel were caught, but Rose is missing! Audrey sighed and smiled warmly, sending Dawn a quick text explaining that Rose had been found. The older she-wolf chuckled. Rose must've sniffed out Marcus' scent and followed that. She moved back out through the stalks, coming upon a strange sight. Yuri and Wade were both lying underneath Giselle, who was splayed out on her back. Near the giraffe's stilts was a tangled ball of now blinking lights and Qali, with Trent trying to untangle her.

"Sweet sawgrass, Snowball, how'd ya go an get yerself all tangled up in the lights again this year?" he asked while Qali whined.

"It wasn't my fault this time! I mean, okay, my foot got caught in them and then I tripped and got my legs and arms tangled, but I was about to get out of it until Giselle stumbled through the patch, her stilts getting caught and dragging me along before she finally tripped and fell over onto Wade and Yuri!" Qali looked up at her mate with pleading eyes while the white wolf just chuckled and continued his slow and meticulous work.

"Wade, please tell yer mate to get off us before she crushes us to death," Yuri groaned and growled. Wade also groaned but was more concerned with Giselle.

"Hon, are ya okay?"

"Oof. I think I'm fine, love. Oi! That's my tail that's bein' tugged on!" The giraffe snorted with a laugh.

"I know my Mookie wouldn't go and feels up some otha goil, especially not one of my sisters," Ada said with her arms crossed as she stepped out from the corn, looking down at her mate. Yuri winced but held up both of his paws.

"Ain't me, Ada," he said.

"Sorry, Gizzy," Wade said with a slight blush, pulling his paws out from underneath. "I thought I was grabbin' the light string." Giselle rolled over a little, allowing the two black wolves to scramble out from underneath her and get to their feet.

Honey and Vanna both stepped out from the corn as well, the badger chuckling while Vanna sighed and shook her head.

"Why am I not surprised," the tigress said. She looked over and saw Travis and Mina as well as Lizzy and Ty staring at the group.

"Oh no," Travis said, stepping forward. "Is Miss Giselle okay?"

"Aside from a little soreness, I'm just fine. Once we get the lights untangled from my stilts, I'll be able to take 'em off and get up," Giselle explained. After a few minutes, Giselle and Qali were freed, and the Giraffe was helped up by her mate. Sending the pups on ahead, Audrey quietly explained what happened. "Serves us right," Vanna said, looking uncomfortable, "tricking the kittens like that."

"From what it sounds like," Trent interjected, "it sounds like we at least got the ball rollin'."

"Oh my goodness, it just sounds so cute!" Qali practically squealed, jumping for joy as they exited the maze. They found Malcolm, Xavier, and Vernon just outside the maze. Apparently, the siren caused Ully to panic and he dropped the sand, yelling something about that being a zombie attack siren and ran into the maze. Honey sighed.

"I'll go find him," she said, turning and heading back into the maze. Marcus and Aiko were sharing the cookies with their friends, as well as with Alice, Travor, and Lily. The kids were all ushered inside the house, with promises of pumpkin pie. Most of the adults headed inside as well, leaving Audrey and Vanna standing out in the gloom.

"I'm just glad that Goofball wasn't here for this, otherwise it could have gotten a lot worse," Vanna said.

"Well, I'm sure he's startin' to come around to likin' those pups," Audrey replied, just as Dorian's cruiser pulled in. Out hopped Zach who sprinted straight into the maze.

"Don't worry, son, Pa's comin'!" he cried as he ran, quickly becoming lost from sight.

Dorian approached his mate and daughter-in-law with a sigh. "Zach started questionin' why ol' Goliath got out a second and third time today, and he guessed that I wasn't bein' truthful 'bout somethin'. I tried my best ta keep from spillin' the beans about the plan, but the boy's got the Hunter's nose, and sniffed right through each lie. Finally, I figured that I could explain ta him the plan and how Aiko's a nice girl on the way back, but he just flew into a panic and reached over with his foot to stomp on the gas."

Vanna facepawed, thankful her mate and Papa Hunter hadn't been in an accident as a result. In the corn maze, Zach was aware of Vanna calling his name, but he ignored it, following Marcus' scent. Through some twists and turns, he came onto a clearing. In the center, standing on a red and white checkered picnic blanket, stood Ulric, with his back to Zach. Quickly, the auburn wolf approached his fidgeting brother.

"Hey, Ully, have ya seen Marcus and Aiko?" he asked. Ulric yelped and turned, his eyes wide. He reached into his pocket and threw something into Zach's eyes.

"Pocket sand!" Ulric cried, before running off into the corn while Zach spluttered and whined, rubbing his eyes.

I really hope that you all enjoyed the special Samhain Side-Story! I hope that you all have a fun and safe Samhain as well!

[kenzumekodma]

18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

pairing: izuku midoriya x fem!reader

wc: 1931

warnings: virginity loss, more plot than porn, mutual pining, sex in a semi-public space, unprotected sex (*mean girls coach voice* everybody take some rubbers)

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You sip on a drink, giggling about something you’re not sure you’ll remember in the morning with Tsu and Kirishima. Designated drivers Iida and Bakugou sit in the corner of the room and watch, making awkward small talk. And barely ten feet away from where you sit, Izuku stands on the little stage at the front of the karaoke room your friend group had booked. He’s not sure how he got wrangled into singing, but here he stands. Mina and Kaminari stand by the machine, picking songs and occasionally piping in with drunken backup vocals.

“Midoriya! Do you know this song?” Kaminari asks, pointing to an older, electronic song. Izuku shakes his head, and Denki motions for him to pop in some earbuds while the rest of you talk amongst yourselves. “This one’s sure to get her,” he nudges Izuku.

“H-huh? Get who? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Izuku says quickly, pink dusting his freckled cheeks.

“Y/n, obviously. You’ve been staring at her all night. Don’t tell me you haven’t been, don’t even. We’ve all got eyes. If you were any more obvious then even she would notice it,” Mina chimes in. She presses play on her phone and music well out of his comfort zone floods his ears. As the song draws to a close, he nods.

“A-alright, I’ll do it.”

“That’s my dude!” Denki grins. Mina pats his back encouragingly.

“Go get her, tiger!” she says.

A light electronic beat starts, with Izuku’s shaky voice over it. Kaminari shouts the background vocals from the front row. He can’t bring himself to look at you, he can see out of the corner of his eye that you’re still engrossed in a conversation he can’t hear, close enough to Kirishima that your thighs are touching his as he leans down to hear what you’re saying.

“...t-tell your boyfriend if he says he’s got beef, that I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fuckin’ scared of him,” Izuku sings, finally daring to look at the two of you directly. Your eyes widen when it registers to you that this is the first time you’ve heard Izuku curse without stuttering. The look of shock on your face makes Izuku smile. The way his confidence grows the more you watch him, that’s more intoxicating to him than the mixed drink Mina had handed him when he walked in the room a little over an hour ago. He’s thankful the melody is simple, focusing instead of ennunciating the words.

At the end of the most… confusing? enlightening? three minutes of your night, you’re barely aware of Kirishima’s arm around you anymore. Your focus on Izuku and subsequent dropped conversation doesn’t pass him by.

“‘S nearly 9, I’m leaving. If you’re driving with me, get your shit,” Bakugou announces. Kirishima moves to stand, and looks at you, a nugget of hope buried in his expression.

“You comin’ with us?” he asks. You glance at Izuku, who’s talking to Todoroki and Iida. Chances are, you think, he’s going to stay.

“I, uh, I’m gonna stick around for a bit,” you say apologetically. “See you tomorrow though?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Tomorrow,” Kirishima says, hoping you don’t notice his brief flash of disappointment. He gives your hand a quick squeeze before following Bakugou to wait by the door. You look around the room and catch Denki and Mina pulling Izuku away from your friends, muttering something with smirks on their faces and pointing at the music machine.

“Just stay, she’ll stay till you go, I promise. I know girls,” Denki says to Izuku.

“No, he doesn’t, but I’ll admit he’s right this time,” Mina says.

Over the next hour or so the rest of your friends file out. Some riding with Tenya, some taking the train, and the remaining stragglers walking, until you and Izuku are the only two left. The phone on the wall rings, and you answer, asking to extend your booking by another half hour.

“Y-you’re planning on sticking around that long?” he asks, fidgeting with the machine by the stage.

“I, uh, I kinda figured you were,” you say. “Because you didn’t leave with Todoroki and Iida, and they were you ride here, right?”

“Yeah, right, they were,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. He clears his throat. “Look, I, I wanted to stay because I was hoping I could be alone with you.”

“Me?”

“Mhm,” he confirms, pink creeping across his face again. You let out a little laugh in disbelief.

“You’re what, the top hero in the country? You could bag any girl you wanted without trying, you know that, right?”

“I have to try with you. I, uh, I like that,” he murmurs.

“You really don’t,” you say. “Have to try, I mean. I think you just want to. And I think your eyes are pretty but just for decoration.” You move closer to him, brushing a stray curl away from his eyes. “Because if they were of any use, you’d see I’ve had a stupidly big crush on you since we were in university.”

“R-really? But, Kirishima?” Izuku replies. It’s your turn for heat to creep up your neck.

“He and I, we, uh, had a bit of a thing. He wanted to help me get over you,” you confess. “It, uh, it worked for a while. He, he showed me ways to feel good, and ways to make myself feel good. And I kind of hoped I’d like him the way he likes me, but I, I can’t,” the words tumble out of your mouth, burning like a waterfall of whiskey as they pour past your lips. A low beat rumbles quietly in the background. You try to will yourself to pay attention to the lyrics, but Izuku’s lifting your chin to look him in the eye.

“I, I think it’s more than a little obvious, at least according to Kaminari and Ashido. But I like you too. Always have,” he says. The way his stomach flips when you smile at him, he’d pay anything to get to experience that again and again. “C-can you maybe, uh,” he hesitates for a moment, nerves creeping up on him as he sees you hang onto his every word. “Can you show me what Kirishima showed you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Show me how to make you feel good? It’s not a, uh, wholesome thing, per se, but I’ve, I’ve thought about fucking you for years. Dreamed about it, even. I, uh, used to use less of my hand, so I could pretend it’s yours.” As quickly as his confidence had appeared earlier in the evening, it disappears. He looks anywhere but at you as his secrets spill from his tongue.

“I can do that,” you say. You pull him closer by the belt, reaching one hand up to settle in his curls. You pull him gently down to reach your lips. His lips move instinctually against yours, revelling in your taste. Half of him can’t even believe this is real. His arm is around your waist, but he pulls back.

“I’ve never done this before,” he confides in you.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, I’m right here,” you say quietly. He pulls you backwards with him towards the bench and lets himself fall. You brace yourself for impact, but you’re pleasantly surprised when he catches you. You straddle his lap, trailing kisses down his neck. He groans, and you feel his cock stir beneath you.

“How long have you been waiting for this, did you say?” you ask.

“We’re, uh, 25 now? So, s-seven years,” he says, cringing to himself.

“I’d better make it worth the wait, then,” you smile. You shift your weight backwards and reach between your bodies to unbuckle Izuku’s belt. He shimmies out of his jeans as much as he can manage as you slide your panties off from under your dress with a little difficulty. Both caught up in removing your clothing, you’re reminded of each other for a moment when your heads collide.

“I, I’m sorry!” Izuku exclaims, but you just laugh.

“‘S’alright,” you giggle and kiss his forehead where it hit yours. He pulls your head gently down to reciprocate. Your smile is contagious, quickly spreading to Izuku.

“Don’t get too rough with me, yeah?” he teases.

“No promises,” you say, winking at him. He chuckles. His hands grip your hips as he hovers you over his cock. “You sure about this, ‘zuku?” you ask.

“Never been more sure of anything,” he breathes out. “Please, I want to feel you around me. I want you,” he assures you. You nod and let him guide you down onto his length.

“S-slowly, slower, please,” you groan at the stretch. He’s quick to ease up on you. Kirishima may have been larger overall, but Izuku’s still quite a lot for you to take without any prep. He lets you push yourself down on him until he’s buried to the hilt in your soft, welcoming cunt.

“C-can I move? Do you want to do that? What, what should I do? Wanna make you feel good, bunny,” he moans out nearly in a single breath. Your face flushes deeper at the pet name. “You, you got tighter, ‘s’that mean you like it? Bunny?” he tests it out. You nod shyly.

“You can move, n’ I like it,” you say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Izuku spreads his hands out on your hips. You feel him relax more under you as he guides you up and down. The corner of your mouth quirks into a smirk. You raise your hips and hover over his lap, just the head of his cock barely inside of you. His breath hitches and a low whine spills from his lips.

“Wh-whatcha doing?” his voice is strained. You just smile in response. You plunge yourself down all the way on his cock. You moan in tandem. “F-fuck, bunny, just like that, you feel so good,” he babbles.

“Here,” you say, guiding one of Izuku’s hands away from your waist. “Touch me here. It, uh, it feels really good.” With your hand over his, you take his thumb and rub it in light circles around your clit. The sound that falls from his throat is guttural as he feels you, hears you, in the most intimate of ways. You roll your hips into his. When you’re confident he’ll keep up his ministrations, you loop your arms around the back of his neck.

“Am, am I doing alright?” he pants. “Th-think I can get as good as Kirishima?” he asks, hope edging out doubt in his curiosity.

“Shh, you’re doing good, ‘zuku, so good. Don’t, don’t wanna talk about him. ‘S you, ‘s always been you,” you angle your hips, grinding the head of his cock into the spongy area along your walls. “F-fuck,” you moan. “‘M close, w-wanna cum with you. Y-you wanna cum, ‘zuku?”

“God, yes, fuck, please, I wanna cum. P-please, make me cum,” he babbles. It only takes a few more rolls of your hips, a few more flicks of his thumb rubbing against you, before you’re clenching and whimpering around his cock and he’s spilling his load inside you.

You sit breathless on Izuku’s lap, feeling his cock soften inside you as he holds you tight against him.

“D-did I live up to your expectation? Do you regret that at all?” you ask, worry creeping into your soft voice. Izuku holds you impossibly closer to him.

“Of course not, bunny,” he murmurs. “It’s always been you.”

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[inkykeiji]

do i make you scared? baby won’t you take me back

characters: dabi | todoroki touya, shigaraki tomura

genre: smut with a bit of angst sprinkled over it

notes: the second part of a companion piece to i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back. i’m really not kidding when i say this is almost entirely smut. uhhh virgin!tomura is a nasty nasty boy, please please please heed the warnings and stay safe! <3 | title credit: save that shit by lil peep

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), non-consensual branding (yes, branding in the sense that something is being burned into the skin), noncon/dubcon, dacryphilia, cheating, degradation/dumbification, emotional manipulation, cumplay/snowballing, cockwarming, size difference, generally toxic relationships

words: 7.1k

synopsis:

“Was it good?” he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. “Was it worth it?”

Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.

“Fucking answer me,” he growls out the words, but he sounds almost…desperate? You’ve never heard his voice like this before, and it’s then that it finally dawns on you.

You got him back.

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To your surprise, you spend the rest of your night the day after the party texting Tomura, and every time your screen lights up with a message from him, it sends a whole flock of butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You should feel guilty, really, but you’ve never been in a situation like this before and it’s…exhilarating.

It’s risky, answering these texts when Touya’s a mere few feet from you, but it sends sparks shooting up your spine, the idea of getting caught doing something you’re definitely not supposed to, the very thought of how upset he’d be if he knew, making you feel giddy.

You guard your phone closely for the rest of the week, deleting messages exactly after you send them—Touya has taken it and gone through it in the past, so it wasn’t far-fetched to think he may try to do the same thing again. It wasn’t like he didn’t notice your nose in your phone, little giggles bubbling up from your chest as you responded to whatever was on the screen. You can see it in his eyes, the frustration building each and every time a soft laugh escapes your lips, eyes glimmering as you tap out a response.

You plan your impending visit strategically, in tandem with Tomura. He knows Touya’s unpredictable and seemingly ever-changing schedule better than you do, and you both know that there’s absolutely no way in hell Touya would ever willingly let you hang out with each other—he barely leaves the two of you alone when Tomura comes over to your house, so you can only imagine how livid he’d be if you even asked to go spend some time with him, just the two of you.

You wear your prettiest dress—Touya’s favourite dress, a deep, satiny crimson—two inches too short to be considered proper, the hem brushing your midthigh. It hides a pair of baby pink cotton panties you’re sure Tomura will like.

Your veins thrum with the combined mix of terror and anticipation as he lets you in, and the heady combination has your entire body trembling. Tomura gives you a look as you kick your shoes off, eyes narrowed as they scan your body.

“You comin’ down or something?”

“I-I’m not allowed drugs,” you admit meekly, eyes falling to your feet, toes wiggling a bit.

Tomura snorts, an amused little smirk on his lips as he mutters, “No, of course not,”

Long, slender fingers wrap around your wrist, his cold touch making you jump, giving a slight yank as he begins leading you. He lives alone, in an apartment his father pays for—which is surprisingly much tidier than you expected—and you can’t help but look around curiously, eager to learn more about him, glazed eyes searching for hints in the empty takeout containers littering the counter, in the few articles of clothing strewn around the place.

Brows knit together when he bypasses his bedroom completely—the door wide open to reveal a large bed with blue sheets tangled at the bottom—and leads you to a living room with plush couches and an ornate rug you’re positive he didn’t pick out by himself. His fingers release, and he plops down on the floor, hands curling around a gaming controller. Scarlet eyes drift to you, up your legs and to your face, and you resist the urge to shiver under his intense gaze—you’re sure he can see straight up your dress from this angle.

But he does nothing except look at you expectantly, not breaking his stare until you finally sit down next to him, daintily tucking your knees under yourself.

Then he’s shoving an extra controller at you almost aggressively, the sudden motion pulling a gasp from your throat, making you flinch away.

“Relax,” he rolls his eyes, pushing the controller at you again and shaking it a little in his hand, trying to entice you to take it. “I’m not gonna hurt you, or anything,”

“You…You’re—what?”

Tomura observes you carefully, scrutinizing now, eyes narrowing a little as they scan your face. You stare back at him dumbly, lips slightly parted. “What?” he snaps.

“But I thought—I mean, I want you to—”

“What?”

“That came out wrong,” you rush to say, shutting your eyes tightly in embarrassment. “What I mean is…Um, didn’t I come over so we can like, fuck?” your cheeks burn as you force the words out, ears ringing as blood rushes to your face, so loud you almost miss his sharp intake of breath.

Tomura’s eyes widen and he stares at you for a long moment before he checks his phone, scrolling through your messages. “You said…You wanted to play video games?”

You look at him, blinking in astonishment. “And you believed that?”

Tomura frowns a little, eyebrows knitting, slightly defensive. “Well, yeah?”

You’re at a loss for words as you stare back at the man sitting cross-legged in front of you, watching you closely. This is the guy Touya so desperately didn’t want you to be around?

Powerless to stop the little giggle that bubbles up in your throat, you inch towards him on your knees. “You’re kinda cute, y’know?”

Soft notes of tiger orchid and sweet sticky toffee waft over him, your body heat clinging to his skin as you settle beside him, thigh touching his knee. He seethes at you, and his fingers twitch around the controller, a hand moving to rake his nails against his neck.

You reach out, little fingers wrapping around his wrist and pulling it away from his flesh.

“Do you want to?” you ask softly, gazing at him through your lashes, bringing his palm to rest over your breast.

“Are you stupid?” he spits, fingers instantly tightening the moment they meet satin, the strength of his grip making you gasp. “Of course I fucking want to. Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off to you? Christ,”

Warmth blossoms in your chest at the confession, sparking a dull heat that begins to spread deep in the pit of your stomach. You’re flattered, even though you can hear Touya’s voice in the back of your mind, sharp and condescending, reprimanding you for being so easy.

“Yeah? What did you think about?” Your voice quivers a little as you ask the question, but that doesn’t stop his ruby eyes from darkening, his free hand dropping the controller to shamelessly rub at the bulge in his jeans.

“How cute your little cunt must be, how sweet it’d taste, how good those lips would feel wrapped around my cock as I fuck your throat,” his voice drops an octave as he speaks, low and dangerous as he kneads your breast hard—too hard, but adrenaline keeps the pain from registering.

He’s reaching for you now, pale hands pawing at your hips and dragging you over, forcing you to straddle his lap. A soft whimper falls from your lips as he instantly begins rolling his hips up, like he can’t bear to wait, fingers digging into your flesh as they hold you in place.

Neither can you, apparently, because you begin wiggling a little in his grasp, trying in vain to rut against him.

“You’re a little whore, huh? Even with a virgin, you can’t help but grind on a hard cock,” he smirks, lips at your ear. “A hard cock’s a hard cock I guess, makes no difference to you, greedy little slut,”

A mewl escapes your throat as you nod, hips pushing forcefully against his, grinding your little cunt against rough denim.

Wait, virgin?

“A v-virgin?”

“Yeah, lucky you,”

His words taper off into a growl, vibrating in his chest, hands leaving your waist to cup your jaw and roughly pull your face to his, lips crashing into yours. You emit a soft, startled noise into his mouth, and he swallows it greedily, tongue forcing its way through your parted lips and into your mouth, commanding your own tongue into submission almost instantaneously.

It’s nothing like kissing Touya. Your body follows your tongue, melting into him. Fingers grip your jaw, pressing crescent indents into the skin as he guides your head to exactly where he wants it to go.

It isn’t romantic. It’s harsh, and desperate, a mess of teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. A hand tangles in your hair and pulls, forcing your head back and revealing your arched neck to him. His lips trail down the column of your throat, leaving wet, sloppy kisses in their wake.

“I wanna fuck you already,” he whines a little, aggressively thrusting against your clothed core. You moan out an affirmative noise, nodding.

“One rule,” you breathe out.

“Hmm? And what’s that?” his lips are against your neck, tongue painting it in glistening saliva with slow, languid strokes.

“No marks,” you yelp out just as his teeth sink into your skin. It stings, Tomura keeping his mouth latched onto your neck for a few seconds, teeth buried in the soft flesh. His tongue laves over the mark before pulling away completely, and a shiver crawls up your spine as the bite is exposed to the cool air.

He’s giggling into your shoulder, nipping at the skin superficially. “Oops,”  

“Tomura!” you whine, making no effort to pull his lips from your neck. “Touya’s going to murder me,”

He laughs again, pulling back and rolling his eyes. “And, what? He isn’t already going to kill you for fucking someone else?”

There isn’t a moment to respond, though, not a second to try and explain how weird Touya gets about marks in particular, because then he’s crushing his lips to yours again, hard, fervent, bruising.

“Gonna cum soon if you don’t fucking do something,” he practically snarls into your mouth.

The very thought of Tomura cumming in his pants just from a few minutes of dry humping makes your entire stomach flutter, a flash of pure confidence surging in your chest as involuntary words tumble from your mouth.

“Oh?” you murmur, breath hot against his lips. “Something? Like this?” you begin gyrating your hips in tiny, quick circles, giggling at the groan you rip from his throat.

And Tomura hates how fucking innocent you sound, gazing at him with glassy eyes and swollen lips and a sinful little smile.

“Stop,” it’s supposed to be a command, an order, but it comes out as a broken whine, his hands latching onto your hips again as he forces you to move even faster, rocking into you.

“Doesn’t feel like you want me to stop,” you pout a little and he huffs out a curse.

It’s intoxicating, to be in a position of power like this. It isn’t your favourite—you’re much too shy and indecisive to be in a role like this all the time—but the novelty of it excites you nonetheless. Touya never lets you do anything like this, hates being teased with a passion, but Tomura seems to enjoy it, like it’s some sort of game to him.

“Little bitch,” he breathes out, though his forehead is resting against yours, eyes shut, soft grunts spilling from his throat.

“C’mon, Tomura,” you whimper, and now it sounds like you’re the one begging. “Make a mess in your pants for me? P-Pretty please?”

That’s all it takes to have his hips stilling, fingers pressing bruises into your skin as he grips you tightly, holding you in place and forcing you to grind against him ever-so-slightly as his cock throbs and twitches in his jeans.

You expect him to push you off immediately after, to shout and berate you for such behaviour, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans back against the bottom of the couch, arms encircling your waist and bringing you with him.

It must be uncomfortable, to sit in those soiled jeans filled with cum, but he doesn’t seem to care, more interested in exploring your mouth with his tongue as you kiss lazily. You don’t mind, although your clit is aching and swollen, pussy fluttering around nothing every so often as his fingers explore your body, kneading your ass and tweaking nipples, your panties soaked all the way through and sticking to you unpleasantly.

And it’s due to this that your hips still manage to rock against his in minuscule movements that are more teasing than anything else, little micro-circles that have your drenched cunt grinding gently against wet denim.

It seems he has an impossibly short refraction period because, before long, his cock’s hard again, pressing up into your clothed hole. You whimper his name into his mouth and he breaks the kiss, lips red and puffy, shining with saliva.  

“Take my cock out,” he instructs, voice stern despite his slight breathlessness. You crawl off his lap and do as your told, popping the button, tugging the zipper down and pulling at the waistband of his jeans. He lifts his hips just enough to aid you in dragging them down to his thighs, cock springing free.

“Clean it up,”

It’s covered in cum, so much cum—too much cum, more than is normal—glistening in the low light of the living room. It twitches a little under your gaze, as if to say get on with it already, so you wrap a hand around the base and bring the head to your lips.

You start with kitten licks, tongue tracing around the head and playing with the slit, pulling a deep, throaty moan from him.

“Don’t—Don’t swallow it,” he rasps. “Clean me up and keep all my cum in your mouth,”

It’s difficult—his cum is much more bitter than Touya’s, and you gag a few times as it settles on your tongue, marinating in your mouth. You try your best to hold it in your cheeks and away from your tastebuds, working as quickly as possible as you lap it up, gazing up at him with teary eyes when you’re finished.

“What a good girl,” he spits in a patronizing tone, like it’s an insult. “Kiss me,”

It’s a demand you have no choice but to obey, a hand rooting in your hair and yanking you up to face him.

He all but smashes your lips together, fingers still wrapped tightly in your hair, holding you in place. His tongue forces its way through your lips and you greet it eagerly, desperate to get his cum out of your mouth.

Except he doesn’t let you pull away after you’ve passed the majority of his cum to him, the bitter taste still stinging your tongue. No, he uses the fist tangled in your hair to keep you still as he shoves his tongue into your mouth again, transferring the cum—now watered down a little with his saliva—into the warm cavern yet again.

You whine, and he chuckles, lips spreading into a grin against yours.

“Swallow it,” he whispers, pulling back just enough to watch your expression as you force it down your throat, face souring, eyes squeezed shut as your lips pucker just a little. “Open, lemme see,”

Your mouth falls open obediently, little droplets of water clinging to your lashes as you gaze up at him, waiting for approval.

“Good,” he practically purrs, eyes darkening as his fingers caress your face. “Now I want to fuck you,”

You’re nodding, but he doesn’t give you a moment to respond, beginning to manhandle you into the position he wants before he’s even finished speaking. The oriental rug is soft against your cheek as he presses your face to the ground, hands curling around your hips as he hoists them up.

“What cute little panties,” he breathes, dragging a finger along your clothed slit before yanking the material down to your knees.

It stings a little as he practically shoves his cock into your sopping cunt, not bothering to stretch you out—you’re not even sure if he knows he’s supposed to—but you’re wet enough that the breach is relatively easy, and the burning fades quickly as your little hole adjusts to the girth of his cock.

He begins thrusting immediately, and he’s rough, overeager, uncoordinated, the vicious snaps of his hips uneven and sloppy.

Truthfully, he’s only using you as a hole the first time, but you don’t mind—not really, anyway. Blazing sapphire sears through your mind, and you think about how furious Touya would be if he knew, if he could see the way you’re degrading yourself, letting yourself be reduced to nothing but a fucktoy for a nasty virgin to desperately hump away at, sacrificing your own pleasure for his.

Touya would never.

To Touya, making you cum is half the fun. He gets a rush from it, gets high off the way you go absolutely fucking stupid from his fingers and cock, how quickly he can turn your brain to soup, rendering you a dumb little blabbering mess only capable of whining out the words niichan and Touya-nii. It feeds his ever-growing ego.

But Tomura is eager to please in a different way. He’s more selfish than Touya, sure, but he’s keen to learn all he can, curious and committed.

And, once he finally gets the hang of it, confident, too.

His thrusts gain more finesse as he fucks you, but he’s unable to keep up any steady rhythm, the tight fluttering of your pussy every time he grazes a specific spot inside of you making his hips stutter, forcing needy, guttural groans from his throat.

He cums quick—not that you expect any less from a virgin—with a deep growl of your name that has your stomach swooping, cunt throbbing around him again as he fills you with thick, burning cum.

You’re exhausted by the end of it, abused body melting into the lush carpet as your cunt throbs desperately, his cum slowly oozing out of it. Tomura snorts as he looks down at you, gentle hands tugging your panties down the rest of your legs and removing them completely, discarding them a few feet away.

“Up you go,” he’s murmuring as hands snake under your armpits and haul you up. You mumble his name and he hushes you, collapsing heavily on the couch with you still in his arms. Strong hands manhandle you into straddling his lap again, leaking pussy pressed against his softening cock.

The television hums to life, quiet main menu music floating through the room as the soft clicking of buttons sounds behind you.

You should go home now. You know you should. You’ve done what you came here to do, and now you should be leaving.

Should, should, should.

But Tomura’s so warm, and you’re so tired, muscles aching despite the fact that he did most of the work.

“Rest,” he instructs quietly when you begin to whine into his neck, fingers preoccupied with unwrapping a piece of watermelon bubblegum.

He’s so much softer than you expected—disgusting, but soft—and you can’t believe you spent months being terrified of him. You know this is probably the last time you’ll be able to see him in a long time—a fact that produces an inexplicable ache deep in your chest—so you allow yourself bask in the moment, just for a little, you promise yourself.

You obey his gentle command, snuggling up against him and permitting yourself to drift in and out of consciousness to the sound of aliens being killed and aggressive button smashing.

But then something hard is poking you—you aren’t sure how long you’ve been sitting here for now, long enough for Tomura to power through a few matches, at least—and that blistering heat flares again, beginning to coil tight in your tummy.

You shift a little, an involuntary whine slipping from your lips.

“What is it?” Tomura asks, eyes never straying from the screen, fingers never pausing. “You wanna sit on my cock, baby?”

Christ, yes. You mumble into his shoulder, nodding and rolling your hips in response.

He chuckles—a low, quiet sound rattling around in his chest—and allows you to sink down on him again, captivated by the soft moan you emit as you do so, crimson eyes gleaming and breathing slightly laboured.

“Ah, fuck,” he mutters when his avatar on the screen gets shot, redirecting his attention.

And it’s…it’s nice. Surprisingly nice. He’s cozy, and comfy, his breathing slow and even with every rise of his chest, despite the alien shrieks coming from the TV behind you. He smells like cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon with just a hint of cedarwood, and you inhale deeply, letting the scent fill your lungs.

Touya rarely lets you cockwarm him; Touya doesn’t have the patience, Touya doesn’t have the time. You fall into a state halfway between asleep and awake, hips rocking against Tomura just enough to keep him hard, just enough to have you whimpering into his neck.

He could get used to this, he tells you. The confession is soft, a private little thought that just kinda slips out, mindlessly falling from his lips, but you could, too, you think.

It’s intimate, which is odd, considering you barely know him, used to be frightened of him. But it’s such a refreshing contrast to Touya’s intense, scalding flame.

Eventually, though, it isn’t enough, the teasing’s too much, and you need more.

Gazing up at him with glittering eyes, you begin to trail your lips up his neck, over his self-inflicted scars, slowly, hesitantly.

He inhales sharply, jumping a little in surprise, and you freeze, terrified you might’ve overstepped some invisible boundary you were not previously aware of.

“Keep going,” he whines, a little petulantly, hips wiggling against yours.

Lips resuming their ministrations, you place gentle, chaste kisses up the column of his throat and along his jaw, delighting in each soft sigh you manage to pull from him. The game playing on the TV suddenly halts, Tomura throwing the controller on the couch cushion next to you before large hands cup your face in a tender way you did not think him capable of.

Your mouths slot together, kissing messily, saliva glistening on your chins as you pass his watermelon gum back and forth between yourselves. It’s kinda gross, kinda filthy, juvenile and sloppy, but it’s fun, has the two of you giggling into each other’s mouths, a little breathless from it all.

“Wanna ride you,” you murmur, almost shyly, against his slippery lips.

“Yeah?” he rasps, just barely bouncing you in his lap. “You wanna use my cock to get off?”

“Yes, please,” the plead comes out as a pathetic whimper, and you squirm impatiently.

Finally, finally you get to cum. In this position, you have leverage over the angle of your hips, able to situate yourself just right, so his cockhead nudges exactly where you want it to.

He does nothing this time, just leans back and watches you with those dark, half-lidded scarlet eyes, hands idly exploring your thighs, occasionally raking his nails down them. He’s in a trance as he gazes at you, mesmerized by the way your eyes are starting to roll back, by the way each drag of his cock against that spot has you keening, by the way his name leaves your lips in broken little whines that have him gasping in response.

Your hips speed up, and you’re desperate, so desperate to cum, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders through his thin t-shirt.

“Gonna—” he starts, breathless. “Gonna cum?”

You nod a little frantically as eager hips rock against him, his hands finally finding your waist and helping you move.

“Please,” he whimpers. “Wanna feel you,”

And it’s his begging that does it, that finally sends you over the edge, pussy clenching around him, convulsing almost painfully and gushing on his cock with a sharp cry of his name. He follows immediately after, painting your insides with hot cum as a curse hitches in his chest.

Your body collapses against him, going pliant and boneless as you both pant. Everything feels heavy—you haven’t had an orgasm that intense in a while—and the absolute last thing you want to do is get up and walk home.

Tomura can sense it. He can feel it in the way your fingers are knotting in his t-shirt, in the way your hips try to scoot forward, chest pressed against his tightly, and he wraps an arm around you, trying to keep you close for just a minute more.

Silence blankets the room as the two of you calm your breathing. You’ve been anticipating a certain sense of awkwardness to finally wash over you all night, but it never comes. Instead, it’s pleasant, and you hum a little, nuzzling your face into Tomura’s shoulder as skinny fingers brush through your hair.

“I don’t wanna go,” you say, and it’s so quiet, muffled by the material of his shirt, that he barely hears it. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to.

“Just stay,” he mumbles, resting his chin atop your head. “Text your dad some bullshit, or whatever,”

You want to. You’re surprised at how much you desperately want to.

“Touya will kill me,”

“Touya’s gonna kill ya either way, sweetheart,”

You suppose that’s true. Neither of you tricked yourselves into thinking that you’d actually get away with this. Touya will know the moment he sees you, will probably be able to smell Tomura all over you, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care, not in that moment, not when Tomura’s so comfy and you’re so sleepy and it’s all just nice.

Good, you think. It’s about time he gets a taste of how much stuff like this hurts.

And so you find yourself crawling into his bed, in one of his t-shirts, with bruises in the shape of his fingertips rapidly blossoming, heat seeping into your cheeks when he tells you he thinks you look cute in his clothes.

He latches onto you the moment you’ve settled into his mattress, long arms encircling your waist and dragging you towards him. One of your legs slots between his, and you have to stifle a giggle.

“Hard again, Tomura?”

“Shut up,” he says, no heat to his voice. “Can’t help it,”

His words echo your own, three simple words you’ve said so many times to Touya, and you feel a pang in your chest.

“Not my fault you’re too hot,” he continues, grumbling into your neck.

Honestly, you didn’t peg him as a cuddler, and maybe he isn’t—maybe he just wants to grind and hump against your thigh—but you welcome the warmth of his body nonetheless.

It doesn’t bother you, although it probably should, as he ruts against you, tiny broken moans and high, breathy whines being exhaled against your neck. But it’s so new, all of this is so new to you, and curiosity clouds your better judgement. While you’re pretty sure you should be shoving him away, reprimanding him for such behaviour, positive that’s what any normal person would do, you don’t. Little fingers thread in his hair instead, carding through silvery-blue fluffy tufts, reveling in the groan it pulls from him.

It doesn’t take long for him to cum, thick and sticky in his boxers, the material wet against your thigh. You’re impressed, both by how easily he cums, and how much he cums. You want to tell him, want to tease him about it a little, let him know you think it’s cute, but heavy, hazy fatigue begins to wash over you, and you fall asleep to Tomura’s soft breaths mingled with the sound of you phone buzzing, over and over and over again.

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Your phone’s dead when you wake sometime in the early afternoon, and for that, you’re thankful. Anxiety floods your stomach, bubbling up in your chest acidly as you think about what’ll be waiting for you when you recharge it.

Tomura walks you to the door, which you find to be very odd behaviour, but sweet nonetheless, and watches carefully as you slip on your shoes.

“Uh, text me later, okay?” He sounds unsure for the first time since you’ve been with him, and your expression softens.

“I will, if Touya doesn’t take my phone away,”

And you pretend to miss the look on his face, the way his eyebrows knit as a hand comes to scratch idly at his neck, the way he looks almost worried. It’s fine. You’ll be fine.

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He knows. The moment you step foot through the front door, he knows.

You knew he would, but it doesn’t make the glare scathing your skin any less terrifying.

He’s on you in an instant—you didn’t even know humans could move that fast—pinning you to the drywall, large hands wrapped around your wrists and forcing them above your head, keeping you trapped.

“You little slut,”

Unexpected anger flares in your chest, even though tears are already beginning to collect in your eyes, and you squirm in his grasp.

“I fuck one other person, and I’m the slut?”

You gasp the moment the words leave your lips, wide eyes searching his face and shaking your head frantically, would slap your hands over your mouth if they weren’t currently secured in his bruising grip against the wall.

The look he gives you is absolutely petrifying, blue eyes darker than the ocean—so dark they almost look black—his stare cold and hard as stone, sending sharp spikes of ice up your spine.

“You fucking reek of him,” he spits, face screwing up in disgust. You’re sure you do, too, after spending a good twelve hours in his bed, almost positive you can smell him in your hair, the remnants of cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon clinging to you.

Patronizing eyes rake over you, zeroing in on the violet that’s bloomed on your neck. His nostrils flare as he stares at it, breath beginning to come in rapid, uneven huffs. His eyes slowly drift back to yours, an unreadable expression settling on his face.

It’s shock, and disbelief, and rage, and…and sadness? It passes too quickly for you to even tell, and then he’s pulling your wrists down callously, still gathered in his hand, and dragging you towards his room.

He all but throws you on his bed face first, breathing harsh and erratic as he exhales forcefully through his nose and climbs on top of you, knees on either side of your thighs. A large hand wraps itself in your hair and tugs, forcing your upper body to arch.

“Was it good?” he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. “Was it worth it?”

Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.

“Fucking answer me,” he growls out the words, but he sounds almost…desperate? You’ve never heard his voice like this before, and it’s then that it finally dawns on you.

You got him back. Sure, he’s furious beyond belief, looks like he could kill you right here, right now, with his bare fucking hands—but he’s also extremely upset, if the slight quiver present in his voice is any indication.

“Yes,” you wheeze out. If it made him feel even an ounce of the emotional turmoil he’s put you through with his whores, then yes, it was absolutely worth it.

“You’re going to regret saying that,” his voice is low, threatening, calm. It’s disturbing, how quickly he can switch, and a chill of unease settles deep in your bones—once Touya stops with his growls and snarls, once his voice becomes monotonous and almost serene in a way, that’s when you know he’s really angry.

Shoving your head down into the mattress, he tells you to stay fucking put as he gets up and wanders over to his desk. He returns to the bed moments later with a tool that vaguely resembles a pen, hand tangling in your hair again as he pulls you up.

“You know what this is?”

You shake your head as best you can.

“It’s a soldering iron,” his voice is still composed and collected, sounding almost as if he’s explaining something to a child, but there’s a malevolent glint in his eye, a look you’ve never seen before. “It gets really, really hot. I just so happened to be warming one on my desk,”

He says it so nonchalantly, as if this is an object one would regularly keep in their bedroom or on their desk.

“It’s not supposed to be used on skin,” he shrugs a little, twirling the tool between his fingers. “But today, I think we’ll make an exception,”

“What?”

“Head down, ass up,” he instructs sternly, pushing your head into his pillows.

“Touya, wait—” you start, the rest of your sentence muffled by the sheets. His hand gives one firm shove—a warning to stay down—and then he begins shuffling around on the bed.

Careful to keep your cheek pressed hard against the pillow, you turn your head just enough to speak.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Your voice is trembling, thick with tears, dense anxiety building in your chest.

“I’m going to burn my name into your pretty little ass,” he responds simply as he positions himself behind you, yanking your panties midway down your thighs and sitting back on his heels. “A nice, pretty, permanent mark so you, and everyone else, never forget who you fucking belong to,”

“No!” you gasp, beginning to lift your head only to have him force it back into the pillow with a snarl. “No, Tou—niichan, I-I’ll do anything, please—”

“No, no, no, baby,” he says over your senseless babbling, voice almost gentle, thumb caressing your silky skin. “Don’t squirm, now,” he chides. “If you squirm, my hand might slip, and I might burn other parts of your body. We don’t want that, do we? Be a good girl for niichan and sit still,”

And so you do. You should feel ashamed, pathetic, revolted that he’s able to manipulate you so easily, that he knows exactly how to turn you into putty to be molded and shaped as he pleases, even when he’s about to sear his name into your skin.

It burns unlike anything you’ve ever felt before as he carefully carves his name into the supple flesh, saying the letters out loud as he does so. It’s a unique, stinging-stabbing type of pure agony, one that sends sharp pain radiating up to your lower back and down your thigh.  

Fingers curl in his dark sheets as you sob into his bed—chest-wracking sobs that have your entire body trembling, chest-wracking sobs that you so desperately try to hold back and swallow, to stay still, to be good for your niichan. Touya tells you to be happy, be grateful, that the temperature of his iron goes up so high.

“Otherwise, I would’ve had to go over it several times in order to make it really stick,”

It’s over quickly, though, a mere fifteen minutes later and he’s cleaning it with rubbing alcohol and gently taping thick gauze over it and uses this opportunity to take your panties off entirely.

“Good girl,” he praises as he hoists you up, manhandling you to straddle his spread thighs, careful of your now very sensitive bottom. “You did so good for niichan,”

And you can’t stand the way your heart weakly flutters at his praise. You can’t stand the way you instinctually bury your head in his chest, tiny fists forming in the material of his t-shirt as you wail, can’t stand the way he is still the only one you want comforting you.

His cock is hard through his jeans, and you can feel it pressing into your core as he shifts a little under you. It’s humiliating, but you’re powerless to stop your hips from moving in subtle little circles, grinding your cunt against the rough denim. And he lets you do it for a little, too, tender fingers petting your hair as he soothes your sobs, taming them to little sniffles and hiccups.

“Niichan’s gonna fuck you now, okay?” he asks softly, murmuring against your scalp, voice almost sickly sweet.

It takes you a moment to respond, eventually nodding your head.

A smirk spreads across his lips and he instructs you to get up, tapping the side of your thigh.

You lift yourself, walking back on your knees and giving him enough room to free his aching cock from the confines of his jeans before his hands find your hips again, dragging you back.

“Baby,” he breathes as his fingers spread your folds, his eyes darkening in a manner much different than before. “Already wet for me?”

Cheeks burning with shame, you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, whimpering a little as he pushes a finger into you.

“Don’t tell me,” he gasps tauntingly, voice dripping with artificial surprise. “You didn’t like being branded, did you?”

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head quickly. No, it wasn’t the branding that did it—not really, anyway. It was the aftercare. It was Touya’s cold hands gently tending to your injured bottom, Touya pulling you into his lap as he praised you and dropped kisses to the crown of your head, Touya getting hard from the punishment, from permanently searing his name into your flesh.

You should be disgusted with yourself, with how eager you are, hips wiggling a little only a few moments later as you whine out softly, “Niichan, cock,”

“Impatient,” he huffs. “Don’t get bratty with me now, you were doing so well,”

A pout forms on your face, still hidden in his shoulder.

“Jus’ want it so bad,” you mumble against him, beginning to slur your words. “Please, Touya-nii?”

He hums to himself, makes you beg just a little bit more, reveling in the way your voice begins to get desperate, all high and needy as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers, whimpering and begging with pathetic little please, niichan?’s.

“Is this how you want it? Huh? Wanna ride niichan?”

Mewling a little, you nod, rolling your hips into his palm.

“Words, sweetheart,”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “W-Wanna ride you,”

Finally, he gives it to you, lets you sink down on his cock, watching the way you wince as it stretches you, expression contradicted by your soft moans.

He forces you to begin bouncing immediately, doesn’t allow you to set the pace—he never does—smirking at those little pained cries spilling from your throat, though whether they’re because his cock or the five letters freshly burned into your skin, he isn’t sure. Maybe both; probably both.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, tone condescending. “Does it hurt?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, the threat of tears stinging your eyes.

“Yeah? Yeah?” his voice mimics yours, pitched high and whiny. “I bet it fucking does,”

A hand travels down to grope your ass—specifically, the cheek with the brand—squeezing hard as fingers dig into your skin. You cry out, tears finally leaking from your eyes, chest hitching as you sob out, “Touya-nii,”

“Don’t ever do something like that again,” he says in your ear, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t you ever go fuck another man because you’re mad at me, do you understand?”

Heat begins to coil tightly in your stomach at his smooth, dark voice. “Y-Yes,”

“Promise me,” he growls, grip tightening on your ass.

“I promise,” you’re weeping as he gives one more harsh squeeze, pain scorching through your backside, a loud yelp escaping your lips.

“Bet his cock didn’t feel as good as mine,” he sneers in your ear, panting a little. “Wasn’t as big as mine, didn’t fill you up the way mine does,”

“No, no, no,” you’re chanting in time with his thrusts, eyes rolling back in your head.

“Probably could—” a low groan cuts him off as your pussy flutters around him. “Could never make you cum the way I do,”

A loud whine rips from your throat, your head nodding as he continues his relentless thrusts up into you, never once faltering. Adrenaline and endorphins rush through your veins, high off the heady mixture of pleasure and pain.

“N-Niichan,” you gasp, nails digging into his flesh through the material of his thin t-shirt. “Niichan,”

“Gonna cum? Hmm? Gonna make a mess all over niichan’s cock?” he’s asking breathlessly, slamming into you at a rapid pace and using his thighs for more leverage, hands gripping your hips.

“Uh-huh,”

“Do it, then,” he commands hoarsely. “Cum on your niichan’s cock,”

And you do, helplessly, incapable of disobeying a direct order, creaming so hard your vision blanks for a second, overwhelmed by the extreme, potent mix of pain and pleasure crashing over you.

“Who do you belong to?” Touya’s nearly keening now, hips jackhammering, making your body twitch and shudder with every sharp thrust into your sensitive pussy.

“You,”

“Tell me again,”

“I belong to you, niichan,”

And those five simple words—those five simple words have him cumming hard, hips stilling and cockhead pressed firmly against your cervix, filling your cute little cunt with his seed as broken curses fall from his lips.

You’re both panting, covered in a thin, sheen layer of sweat, your hair sticking to your face and little droplets of tears still glistening on your lash line. He all but collapses back against the bed, taking you with him, cock still buried inside of you.

“And I’m yours,” he whispers into your hair, hugging you tightly—too tightly—to his heaving chest. “I’m yours,”

Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, you wonder if you’re destined to play this game for the rest of your lives.

He’s yours.

Are you stuck with him now, forever?

He’s yours.

Will you every get married? Ever get the chance to date someone else?

He’s yours.

Do you even want to?

Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, knowing he’s yours, do you even want any of that?

No. With your head resting against his chest, rising and falling with his gentle breaths, slender fingers combing through your sweaty hair, you realize that this is all you want.

He’s yours, and you’re his, and that is enough.

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut #dabi #todoroki touya #no of course i didn't get the brand idea from jackass #what are u talking about #this tomura is uhhhh v different from break my bones tomura #ehehe he's kinda soft but also rly disgusting??? #yucky yucky boi #i will DIE with that rich boy shig hc #tw pseudo-incest #tw noncon/dubcon #tw branding #tw dacryphilia #tw degradation #tw cheating #tw toxic relationship

[corvus--rex]

The last one was the prequel to this one, which I actually wrote first. It's not even the beginning of the main story, but it was what I came up with first. Oh well. I wanted to do cyberpunk without it being Leakira (which I do love, I just wanted to do something different), and came up with this. I have played the shit out of Shadowrun tabletop, so a lot of it comes from that. And since it's part of the last post, it's still an Omegaverse :)

~*~*~*~

Lance backed away, raising his hands. “Hey, no need for that. I’m not even armed.”

The mercenary pointed with his weapon.

“Over here?” Lance asked, still playing the game. “Ok.” He walked over to the window of the high-rise. “Might want to watch that draft. Wouldn’t want to come down with something.”

His hard-wired comm picked up everything, making the assassin on the ledge outside chuckle. But he knew that it was his cue, and punched through the window feet first, his tech-enhanced boots forcing through the thick glass easily. The black monofilament blade glowed red with heat, cauterizing the sliced wound to the mercenary’s throat and killing him instantly. Lance pulled out a modified holdout pistol, taking out the overpaid mercenary that followed with perfect aim.

“Red! On your nine!” Lance yelled above incoming fire.

A small knife flew, catching the mercenary in the throat. Keith used his falling body as a springboard, launching himself at the next target. Both he and Lance heard the same thing over their comms.

“Comin’ in hot!” Shiro yelled.

Lance and Keith both knew what that meant. That meant that this semi-stealth mission was turning into a Russian stealth mission, and that it was coming in the form of Hunk’s gatling gun. Soon enough, they both heard the whine of a spinning barrel and the screaming of rapid laser fire. Mercenaries were still pouring in and the teammates knew that they would still have to fight their way out. Lance had already retrieved the files and uploaded Pidge’s traceless virus. All they needed to do was get out.

Keith spun in the air, knives flying, carving a path to the exit. As he turned, he caught sight of a mercenary coming up a little too quickly behind Lance. His violet eyes went wide, launching himself off walls, furniture, and bodies.

“BLUE!” he screamed as the mercenary drew a small pistol and fired.

Lance’s gasp caught in his throat, his free hand going to the exit wound in his chest and dropping to the floor. This was wrong. These were just mercenaries. And the Voltron Pack always wore heavily modified body armor. There was no way something so small should have been able to punch through that. In a blind rage, Keith hit the mercenary hard enough to pin him to the floor, drawing the ultraviolet hard-light blade he kept on his back. Pressing his thumb to a bioscanner on the hilt, the small knife expanded in an instant to the straight-edged ninjato, which he plunged through the mercenary’s chest plate. He turned the blade back, jamming it into its sheath.

“Blue’s down! We need evac! NOW!”

The laser bolt from the pistol meant that Lance’s wound was cauterized and he wouldn’t bleed out, but it didn’t keep him from going into shock. Keith barely had the presence of mind to retrieve both Lance’s and the mercenary’s weapons before returning to the marksman.

“Stay with me. Come on, Blue. Team’s coming. I need you to hold on. You’ll make it.” Keith was rambling, and he knew it. But he couldn’t help himself as he watched the light in his Alpha’s blue eyes dim.

The sound of electricity and the smell of ozone whipped past Keith’s senses, a small blur following. Several mercenaries dropped, the blur that was Pidge spinning, her electrified katar flying through the next throng. A powered whine and sharp crack felled a line of mercenaries, Allura quickly moving on to the next group with her whip. Knowing that backup had arrived, Keith focused on keeping Lance awake. The Alpha was only barely conscious, the bolt having blown straight through his lung.

“Come on, baby. Stay with me. Team’s here. We’re getting you out.”

Keith was desperately trying to keep his scent hopeful, but the fear and panic saturating his mate’s was overwhelming. Lance was afraid of dying, and it was looking like a very real possibility. The Alpha’s hand moved, a brief jerking spasm. Keith took it, pulling the tactical glove off and holding it to his face, softly kissing his mate’s palm.

“You’ll be ok. We’re getting out.”

Pidge came up, putting a gentle hand on the Omega assassin. “All clear. We need you to get him to the extraction point. Allura’s got the body of the one that got him.”

Keith hadn’t even noticed it was gone. But he had a new mission objective. Get his mate to safety. He shoved both weapons – Lance’s and the mercenary’s – into Pidge’s hands, and picked his mate up in a bridal carry, racing to the extraction point. Shiro was in the pilot’s seat of their VTOL, a specially built, modular one the Coalition named Atlas. Hunk and Allura were already onboard, Pidge bringing up the rear behind Keith. Allura rushed to help the Omega assassin. The limited medical supplies on the Atlas wouldn’t save Lance in the long run, but it was enough to get him back to base.

The Coalition Rebellion’s base was hidden within a high-rise owned by shell companies belonging to the financial backers of the rebellion. The three biggest supporters were Olkarion BioTech, owned and run by Claudia Ryner, a thin middle-aged woman who could flip between hard-ass CEO and a gentle maternal figure in a split second, Taujeer Chemicals, owned and run by a man only known as Baujal who never showed his face and always used a voice modulator, and The Garrison, manufacturers of weapons, armor, and vehicles, owned and nominally run by Ellen Sanda and more practically run by Cmdr. Iverson. They all wanted the megacorporation that ran the world, Daibazaal Industries, gone as much as everyone else.

The Atlas landed on the grounds of the Rebellion base, known only to the Coalition as the Castle of Lions. Medics were waiting to rush Lance to the medical floors, leaving Keith on the landing pad feeling like his soul had been ripped from his body. The rest of the Voltron Pack surrounded him protectively, and the worry, panic, and fear he’d kept carefully bottled up overwhelmed him and he dropped to the asphalt.

When the assassin woke, he was in a med floor bed. Pidge had set up a work station in the room, the weapon and punctured armor of the mercenary being run through her meticulous scanners. Hunk tinkered with Shiro’s cybernetic arm while Allura paced like a caged tiger. Keith sat up, a wave of dizziness making him lay down again. It got the attention of everyone in the room. Pidge adjusted the bed’s position remotely, allowing Keith to sit up without falling over. They were all at his side immediately.

“Surgery was successful,” Allura told him, “Lance will make a full recovery. He’s still out, and they want him in a completely neutral environment. The only medics allowed in are Betas.”

“I can’t see him?” Keith asked, worry and panic clouding his scent again.

“Not yet,” Shiro said, “He still needs to heal, and you know that pheromones can interrupt that process. Even a bonded mate’s.”

“I could probably get in, check up on him for you,” Pidge offered. There were few cases like Pidge where, even if the corporate-run nanny state hadn’t mandated sterilization for all Betas, she would most likely have done it anyway. The benefit in this case was that she was less likely to upset Lance’s healing.

“Please?” The Omega couldn’t keep the whining cry for his mate out of his voice.

Pidge nodded, placing a small hand on his arm.

“Oh!” Hunk said, darting over to the other side of the room. He came back with a high stack of blankets and pillows. “The medics don’t want you moving around much yet, but we figured you’d feel better with at least a small nest.” He went back, returning with another blanket in a sealed bag. “I went and got this one from your room.”

Keith didn’t need elaboration. He instinctively snatched the bag from Hunk’s hands, holding it close. They were his pack, and fully understood the state he was in. Pidge queued further processes for her scanners and left to check on Lance. Hunk went with her, as he was the only other Beta in the pack and could back her up when they got there. Shiro and Allura were the pack’s other Alphas, and while they wanted to see their packmate safe, they knew they couldn’t be near Lance. They could, however, ensure the safety of their pack’s Omega, and so stayed with him, only assisting with the nest when it was asked for.

Even with limited nesting materials, Keith still was able to build one that made him feel more secure, the soft fluffy blanket from the nest he shared only with his mate adding to the security. The shrill, distressed trill coming from him died down only when he fell asleep, wrapped in his mate’s scent and knowing that his pack’s two other Alphas were nearby.

When Keith woke next, Hunk and Pidge were back. He shot up in his nest, a soft questioning noise rolling up his throat.

“He’s doing better,” Pidge answered. She turned around. “It’s been about six hours since we left to check on him. They said that you can probably see him tomorrow morning, which is in,” she checked the time, “About four hours.”

“You should eat and rest,” Allura suggested softly. “If you’re exhausted and upset when you see him, it could make things worse.”

Keith knew she was right, but it didn’t make it better. He wanted his mate, his Alpha. He’d had to watch when he was shot, when he fell to the floor, had to watch as his beloved Alpha desperately clung to life. He wanted them to curl up in their nest together, safe in each other’s arms. The memories caused another distressed sound, this one harsher, even more shrill than before. The pack snapped to look at him, knowing that if Keith got any more worked up, he could go feral. It was a state more closely associated with Alphas, but it was certainly possible for Omegas. The kind of trauma he’d experienced that day combined with being separated from his mate was making things dangerous for him. Pidge dropped what she was doing, climbing into the nest. She was a packmate and therefore safe, but she was about as far removed from anything like Lance as possible and, therefore, was the safest person to be close to Keith. He curled up, still upset, but allowed her to hold him, reinforcing that he was safe.

It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep again.

He was woken next by Pidge gently shaking him, breakfast in hand. He accepted it, a soft sound escaping, his Omega brain still in control. After breakfast, that Pidge actually joined him in his nest for, she called for a medic, who came in and checked Keith over, clearing him for release. Pidge stuck close to him, going along to the next floor where Lance was still under medics’ care. But he was awake, and Keith darted inside, Pidge staying by the door.

The Omega curled up on his mate’s bed, softly nuzzling him. Lance ran his fingers through his mate’s hair, a large medical patch monitoring his biorhythms across the back of his hand. After a few minutes when Keith still hadn’t said anything he looked to Pidge, concern and confusion written across his face.

“He nearly went feral last night. Hasn’t spoken a word since then,” she explained.

The medics tried to make Keith leave when they were alerted to Lance’s shifts in his system caused by the sudden fear for his mate, but the Alpha insisted on his Omega staying. Pidge left, knowing Alpha-Omega mate-pairs in general and her packmates in particular. She knew how important their connection was and that if they were separated both would most likely turn feral, attacking anyone who got too close that wasn’t their mate. Shiro and Allura stood guard over the room from the outside, preventing anyone from entering they didn’t approve. One nurse claimed that she was just there to check up on Lance, but her scent told them she was lying and that she was most likely there to try and separate the pair again. Shiro’s tall, broad frame firmly kept her out. Pidge and Hunk had brought the nesting materials from both Keith’s hospital room and their own apartment in the Castle. Lance’s biorhythm readings were calmer than the medics had seen, and they stopped bothering him and his mate.

It wasn’t until the end of the day when Keith finally spoke for the first time. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“For a while, so did I,” Lance admitted, “But you got me out in time. You saved me, mi amor. We’re ok.”

Curled up in their temporary nest, wrapped in his Alpha’s arms, long, elegant fingers carding through his hair, Keith was able to sleep peacefully for the first time since the start of the mission.

~*~*~*~

Links to the rest of the series:

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#my writing #abandoned wips #keith kogane #lance mcclain #alpha lance mcclain #omega keith kogane #klance #keith x lance #abo #omegaverse #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

[wakeupflawless]

fic idea! bartender beth and hot single dad rio - um maybe still crime adjacent? that's all i got :)

GIRL.... Why did you even say this....

Sunday nights are hit or miss at Lucky’s. If there’s a Lions or Tigers game (Oh My!) Beth can expect a decent crowd. However on nights like these, when there’s no significant sporting event, holiday or convention, Beth can expect to make less than a hundred dollars in tips. 

She doesn’t mind bartending, used to do it in college before she dropped out due to financial reasons. Actually, she has a knack for it. She’s been told she has a kind face and is a good listener. Her job is more therapy than bartending some nights. And her clients usually leave hefty tips.

Lucky’s is a new gig, she’s only been there for two weeks, but she already has some regulars. The thought of going back to work after fifteen years of being a housewife wasn’t exactly her idea of a good time. But there was a divorce lawyer to pay, kids to provide for and rent on her new three bedroom apartment. 

Having a steady job also helps her case in court if the time ever comes. As much of a shit husband Dean was, he’s a great father, and she’d never deprive her kids of growing up without him. So they decided on split custody down the middle, no arguments. The divorce was hard enough.

She’s torn from her musings by the sound of stool scraping against the floor. There’s only five people at the bar, and the guy who just sat down.. well...

He’s hot. And not in the conventionally attractive blonde hair/blue eyes way - he’s the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. The giant neck tattoo screams dangerous. Beth can tell off the bat he’s not someone to be messed with. 

“Hi there,” she says brightly, sliding a napkin over to him. 

He looks up at her, and she swears she sees a flicker of surprise cross his eyes before it disappears completely, and his face goes neutral. 

“Yo,” he says gruffly, “Gin. Neat.” 

Not the most polite guy, but she’s seen worse in her two weeks. 

“Preference on gin?” she asks.

“Not that cheap Burnett’s bullshit,” he rasps.

Beth’s smile stays plastered on her face, and she nods, scurrying to grab a top shelf liquor. She can tell he’s got money from the Rolex on his wrist and the real diamond pierced into his nose. 

She gives him a generous pour, more than two fingers, and slides it over to him.

“Do you want to open a tab?”

She swears his shoulders shake with laughter, but a second later he’s composed. 

“Nah,” he shakes his head, reaching for his wallet and throwing a hundred dollar bill on the table, “Jus’ keep ‘em comin, darlin’.” 

Well then, Beth thinks. But she doesn’t show her surprise, just swipes the money off the table with a sweet smile.

She busies herself with her other patrons, refilling drinks and taking food orders. A few servers request beers and cocktails for their tables, and she hurries to fill the orders. Sometimes the servers tip her out at the end of the night - if they’re feeling generous. 

A few more guests meander in, taking seats along the bar. Beth perks up, maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all.

When she finally gets a slow moment she pours herself a glass of water, draining half of it in one go. She’s used to being on her feet all day - picking up after the kids, cleaning the house, cooking and prepping meals - but bartending really gets her parched.

She can tell her mystery patron is watching her. She’s always had a knack to know when a man is checking her out. 

His drink is empty, and she grabs the top shelf gin. He watches as she pours him another glass. 

“You got a heavy pour,” he says, eyes dragging along the low neckline of her black tank top.

“You look like you’ve had a hard day, no offense,” Beth replies lightly, she tosses him a wink. “Just don’t tell my boss.”

At that the man actually laughs, shaking his head a bit.

“You new?” 

“Yes. I started two weeks ago,” Beth nods, then clears her throat, remembering her manners, she sticks out her hand. “I’m Elizabeth. But everyone calls me Beth.” 

The man looks highly amused, and Beth cannot imagine why.

He takes her hand. “Rio.”

“Nice to meet you, Rio,” Beth says, unable to stop the dusting of pink that begins to smear her cheeks, he really is handsome. “Are you a regular?”

Rio laughs again. “Yeah. Somethin’ like that.” 

Beth nods, unsure of what to say next. She hasn’t flirted in decades. 

“Well your service is very much appreciated.” 

It looks like he’s fighting back another laugh, with the way his lips twitch. And god... his lips...

“So’s yours. Elizabeth.” 

Her natural defense is a smile - always has been - and now is no different. She grins at him in what she hopes is a charming way, but probably looks slightly psychotic. 

“Just holler if you need me,” she says loudly, too loudly, and scurries away to the other end of the bar.

Jesus - Kenny is right. She’s so embarrassing. 

He stays for another hour, has two more drinks. Not that Beth’s counting! Well - she is, it’s her job! 

When she goes to top him off he shakes his head. 

“‘M good, mami. Gotta get goin’,” 

“Oh, okay,” Beth stutters, then on autopilot - “have a wonderful night!” 

He smiles at her, and it’s warm, real. Beth’s stomach does flip flops.

Before she can even register what he’s doing he tosses another hundred on the bar. 

“I thought you said...” she trails off, confused.

“Tha’s for you,” he says with wink of his own, “I’ll see you around, Elizabeth.” 

#bartender AU #LMAOOOO #i wrote this in 20 min #sorry for any mistakes #asks

[allycat319]

The Big Mistake

Authors Note: I’m planning on starting a fanfiction of some kind and this is just a story I wrote using the OC (Abilene Morgan) I plan to use in the fic and her roommate Lily. I hope you like it. Im pretty sure there aren't any trigger warnings for this one. It turned out longer than I hoped but that just means more Bodecker. 

She knew she shouldn't go into a bar without Lee especially when it was Micky’s, the local dive and hangout for all the low lives in Knockemstiff. Unfortunately for her, the workday at the hardware store was long and tiring, all she wanted was a quick drink and Micky’s was four doors down from the store. Knowing that if Lee found out, he would be more than pissed, she planned to just go in for a quick shot of whiskey and then get in her Chevy and head home. 

Abilene finished her shot and stuck to her plan, she paid the bartender and walked out of the shabby building. She smiled to herself as she walked to her car, thinking for a moment she was completely in the clear, Lee would never know. Abilene got to the big window at the front of the hardware store then she saw the reflection of a red light. A chill went down her spine when she heard the car door open and then slam shut. 

She slowly turned towards the car, there he was standing on the road staring daggers into her. She couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked, leather jacket half way zipped so she could barely see his white uniform shirt and green tie, and his hands resting on his hips. Abilene silently prayed she would be able to talk her way out of this one, she smiled sweetly “Hey Handsome, how's your patrol going?” Lee walked over to the passenger door of his patrol car and opened it, “Get in.” “Lee my car is just over there, you can walk me the rest of the way if you want?” Abilene said hopefully. His jaw tightened, “Get. in.” he repeated. Abilene signed and walked towards the cruiser, stopping at Lee who was still holding the door open. “I know you’re angry at me, but I did miss you today.” She leaned in, silently surprised he didn't jerk away from her when she planted her lips on his cheek. 

Lee slammed the car door and walked to the drivers side, sliding in beside her. He aggressively shifted the car into drive and started on the silent drive towards Abilene’s house. They were about ten minutes away from her house when Lee pulled to the shoulder and stopped the car, when he threw the shifter into park Abilene felt her stomach turn. She glanced up from her lap to sneak a look at him, he was staring forward, he was gripping the steering wheel so tight she could see his knuckles turning pale white. “What in God’s name were you thinkin?” He finally said after the much too long silence. Abilene sighed, “It was a long day, nothin went right and I just wanted a quick drink. All I did was take a shot and leave.” “What have I told you about goin there without me? Huh? It ain't safe Abilene and you damn well know it!” He turned to face her as he spoke, his voice getting louder. “Stop hollering at me, I’m a grown woman and I can do what I want Lee. It ain't like I walked two miles down the road.” She said, her tone matching his aggressiveness. “You best watch that mouth of yours little girl.” He was yelling now, the fury evident in his voice. “Ya know what, I don't have to take you sittin here hollerin 'at me like a child.” Abilene threw open the car door and stepped out into the warm summer night air, slamming the car door behind her. She started to walk towards her house before Lee even had the chance to get out of the car. 

“Abilene! What the hell are you doin! It’s almost 10 o’clock and your house is an hour walk!” She heard him yell. “It’s much fuckin better than bein in a car with you!” She yelled looking back for a brief moment to see him standing outside the car. she started to walk faster when she heard him yell “Fuck!” his car door slamming a second later. The headlights started to get closer to her, she didn't look at the car or Lee as he passed her briefly before stopping a few yards in front of her. He quickly got out of his car, not even bothering to close the car door. She growled when he started walking towards her. “Sweetie, will you please get back in the car?” He asked, his voice now much more level. “No! go home Sheriff, I can handle myself.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest and tried to walk past him. He reached out quickly grabbing her gently by her arms pulling her so she was standing in front of him, she tried to pull out of his grip but he squeezed a little tighter. “I swear Sheriff, if you don’t let me go I will end up goin to jail.” She hissed, ripping her arms out of his clutch, pushing past him. 

Abilene breathed a sigh of relief when a car passed her that wasn't the patrol car. She looked into the car when she heard a woman's voice call her name. “Abilene? What are you doin?” Lily, her roommate, asked, Abilene silently wondered why Lily was out this late, but she was thankful for it at the current moment. “Lily! Are you goin home?” Lily nodded and Abilene glanced back at Lee as she pulled the car door open and got in, thanking Lily for saving her from having to get back into the car with Lee. “When we get home you’re gonna have to tell me what happened.” Lily said as she began to drive. Abilene nodded looking in the side mirror in time to see Lee kick the tire of his patrol car. 

The next morning Abilene went to work at the hardware store, her gloomy mood noticed by Lily who came in to bring her a sack lunch. “What’s up Buttercup? Why the long face?” Lily asked, popping her chewing gum as she leaned on the checkout counter. “I feel horrible for leaving Lee last night, he shouldn’t have yelled but I should have stayed and talked things through with him.” She signed resting her head on her hand. Lily nodded “He pulled up to the station right as I was driving past to come drop off your lunch.” Abilene popped up from the counter, “Can you watch the store for me for a few?” Lily smiled and nodded as Abeline hurried towards the door. “Go get’em tiger.” she yelled. 

Abilene walked into the Sheriff's Department passing by the reception desk. “Hi Miss Abilene, what can I do for you?” Miller, the reception officer asked, Abilene smiled, “Is the Sheriff busy? I need to speak with him.” Miller shook his head and pointed in the direction of Lee’s office, “Last door on the right.” Smiling Abilene walked down the hallway to the office. Knocking on the door softly she heard him say ‘come in’. Lee didn't look up until he heard the office door close, When his eyes met hers he gave her a soft almost apologetic look. “Mornin Sheriff, I have a crime to report.” She said and he bit back a smile, leaning back in his chair. “Oh do ya now? What can I help ya with?” She walked toward his desk sitting in the chair across from him. “Well, I know a girl that might have threatened a police officer last night around 10 o’clock.” Lee nodded “Well Miss Morgan, that's a very serious crime.” Abilene sighed “I know, and I think she feels pretty awful about it.” Lee pushed back from his desk, motioning for her to come over to him. Abilene stood and walked so she was standing in the space between him and his desk. Lee patted his lap and Abilene sat down and circled her arms around his neck. He leaned his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry I yelled at you Darlin. I just didnt want anything to happen to ya and when I saw you comin out of that shit hole it scared me. I don’t know what I’d do without ya.” Abilene kissed him “I’m sorry for leavin you, I should have stayed and talked to you instead of pitching a fit and running off with Lily.” Lee cupped her face and kissed her passionately, she pulled away and Lee looked confused. “I hate to break this up, but I left Lily at the hardware store to come talk to you.” Abilene laughed and Lee smiled “What would ya say to goin for a drive and maybe a milkshake after your shift?” Abilene kissed him again, standing up from his lap “That sounds perfect. I'll see you later Sheriff.”  she winked at him walking out of the office. As she walked back to the store she thought about all the ways they would make it up to each other later tonight. 

#Sebastian Stan #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x oc #lee bodecker oneshot #lee bodecker #sebastian stan oneshot #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan x reader

[classic-rock-roller]

The Stripper Playlist

(AKA a playlist to put on to give a strip tease or lap dance to your partner and possibly seduce them or to just give you the power of strippers)

1) Strutter--Kiss 

2) Heaven’s on Fire--Kiss 

3) Let’s Put the X in Sex--Kiss

4) Rocket Ride--Kiss

5) Lick it Up--Kiss 

6) Shout at the Devil--Mötley Crüe 

7) Girls Girls Girls--Mötley Crüe 

8) Merry-Go-Round--Mötley Crüe 

9) Rattlesnake Shake--Mötley Crüe 

10) Come On and Dance--Mötley Crüe 

11) She Goes Down--Mötley Crüe 

12) Wild Side--Mötley Crüe 

13) Sticky Sweet--Mötley Crüe 

14) Slice of Your Pie--Mötley Crüe 

15) Big Guns--Skid Row 

16) Poison--Alice Cooper 

17) Bed of Nails--Alice Cooper 

18) Feed My Frankenstein--Alice Cooper 

19) Girls Git Rhythm--AC/DC

20) Whole Lotta Rosie--AC/DC

21) What Do You Do For Money Honey--AC/DC

22) Walk All Over You--AC/DC

23) You Shook Me All Night Long--AC/DC

24) Lay Your Hands on Me--Bon Jovi 

25) Bad Medicine--Bon Jovi 

26) In and Out of Love--Bon Jovi 

27) You Give Love a Bad Name--Bon Jovi 

28) Rocket Queen--Guns N’ Roses 

29) When the Levee Breaks-Led Zeppelin

30) Crazy--Aerosmith 

31) Walk This Way--Aerosmith 

32) Love in an Elevator--Aerosmith 

33) Pink--Aerosmith 

34) Just Push Play--Aerosmith 

35) Rock You Like a Huricane--Scorpions 

36) Body Talk--Ratt

37) Wild Child--W.A.S.P.

38) Highway Tune--Greta Van Fleet

39) Killer Queen--Queen

40) Body Language--Queen 

41) Dancer--Queen 

42) Staying Power--Queen 

43) Get Down, Make Love--Queen 

44) Fat Bottomed Girls--Queen

45) Sex Action--LA Guns 

46) Pour Some Sugar on Me--Def Leppard 

47) Slang--Def Leppard 

48) Comin’ Under Fire--Def Leppard 

49) Women--Def Leppard 

50) Cherry Pie--Warrant

51) Fire Women--The Cult 

52) Need You Tonight--INXS

53) Turbo Lover--Judas Priest 

54) Turn Me On--Accept 

55) Gypsy--Uriah Heep

56) Unskinny Bop--Poison 

57) Nothin’ But A Good Time--Poison 

58) Foxy Lady-Jimi Hendrix

59) I Just want to Make Love to You--Foghat 

60) Gotta Get to Know You--Foghat

61) The Stroke--Billy Squier 

62) Everybody Wants You--Billy Squier 

63) She Rides--Danzig 

64) Do It Good--Tigers of Pan Tang

65) Drop Dead Legs-Van Halen 

66) Still of the Night--Whitesnake 

67) Gonna Raise Hell--Cheap Trick 

68) Hot Blooded--Foreigner

69) Mony Mony--Billy Idol

70) Flesh For Fantasy--Billy Idol 

71) Wild Child--The Doors 

72) Satisfaction--The Rolling Stones 

73) Brown Eyes--Fleetwood Mac 

74) Feel Like Makin Love--Bad Company 

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[paperficwriter]

I’ll Follow You Into the Dark

Harboring a fugitive means having to be careful, having to be smart about it. Because what terrible things might happen if someone were to find out? Unfortunately, being particularly clever is not one of Badd’s strong suits.

Written for @kaincuro​! Cut is for length, not for content.

“Where have you been?”

Badd hasn’t even gotten in the door yet. He’s just opened it with his shirt covering his hand because it’s gross, because there are splashes of gore on his clothes. Showers are available at the Hero Association HQ, yes, but it would have meant being out even later. The chance to take advantage of the Class S wing’s amenities was outmatched by his desire to be home with Garou.

“I got sidetracked by two monsters when my shift was supposed to end.” Garou’s eyes shine in the dark like a cat, even when the rest of his face is obscured by shadow, and Badd gropes for a light switch. “Ya could have at least waited with a lamp on. Where’s Z—”

“She’s staying over with that one annoying girl from her class.” A hand grabs his wrist and pulls him. “Why didn’t you call? You’re always browbeating me about using the burner phone you got me.”

“I said I was—”

“After.”

“It died. Garou, let me get a damn light, ya fuckin’—”

There’s a mouth jamming into his, which isn’t really the best way to describe a kiss. This is more like he’s being berated, like it’s a scold in the form of affection that’s being taken rather than given. Garou licks his face, and that’s so fucking gross, he’s told him how gross that is, especially right now when he’s sweaty and dirty. 

That sharp nose presses in next to his, and his face is held by icy fingers. He can hear his lashes falling on his cheeks, and between their eyes is this singing . That’s the only way he can think of it as. A high-pitched energy.

I was worried, Garou is thinking into him so he doesn’t have to say it. 

“I’m sorry.” Despite the grime (clearly Garou doesn’t give a shit) Badd palms the back of Garou’s neck until their foreheads touch into a point of pain. “Hey. I’m sorry.”

“Mm.”

He puts on a little smile. “I’m real flattered that ya missed me so much, though. It’s nice to be missed. Kinda sweet, comin’ from you.”

“Shut the fuck up.” There’s not even an ounce of bitterness in those words; the only thing reflecting any hurt is the way he pinches his cheek.

“Ow.”

“What? You’re the one who liked being missed so much. I should show you all the things I miss. Like these stupid soft cheeks of yours.”

“You’re just jealous. You’re like all skin and bones and shit.”

It’s still dark, but Badd’s eyes have adjusted. He leans his bat against the wall by the coat stand, on the linoleum where he can take it out and hose it off later. It’s the only moment he takes his hands off Garou, and he returns them just as quickly to sweep over his chest. Garou’s shirt is just a little loose on him, which is a pretty big indicator that he’s borrowing one of his.

He leans up until he feels a little soft hair on his nose and the bump of Garou’s ear. “Why don’t you show me all the other things you missed in the shower with me?” he whispers, and damned if he isn’t dragged down the hall on the spot.

Garou hisses when he finally turns the bathroom light on, and Badd gets his eyes on him for the first time since that morning. God, he kind of looks awful. Not that he’s going to say that, but there is this worn quality to the skin on his face, his eyes are a little squinty (even after he gets accustomed to the light) and there’s just a fatigue that’s there that’s not normally there.

“G. I’m okay. See? None o’ this blood’s mine, yeah?”

Slim fingers pick at some dried blood on his collarbone, then practically tears his shirt off. 

“I’m really, really sorry. I promise I’ll try not to let it happen again. I—”

“I almost went out looking for you.”

Badd stops talking for a second. His heart squeezes uncomfortably. “Ya know ya can’t do that durin’ the day. You’re…” A wanted criminal. The only monster that has ever escaped from the Hero Association. “It’s not safe.”

Garou scowls, pulling back, his touch rescinded entirely. He bends his head to rub his face against his own shoulder like a cat, and it makes Badd wonder if he’s trying to spread his scent onto his cheek. “I didn’t, did I?”

"It won't be forever. And it's nice when we go out at night, yeah? To our special spot?"

On the hill that overlooks the river. The one that's two miles outside the city, where sometimes Garou will meet him after work or Badd will drag him out on evenings like this in a completely different outfit.

Sometimes they don't even get there at the same time. They even pretend they're strangers. To spice things up. Keep it interesting.

But Garou doesn’t seem to want to go anywhere. He’s kissing him again, grabbing for his pants, and those pale fingers are getting dirty on his buttons. Badd scrambles to try to undress him too, but Garou is like some unstoppable force when he’s like this. 

“No trips tonight,” he says when he gets to his neck, hand slapping out to start the water. It hits too hot, but Badd can’t get to it to adjust. “I need you here. I’ve needed you here. I don’t want to share you with anyone else, even if it’s just the fucking bugs and birds and shit.”

Badd chuckles and lets Garou pin him to the wall. The water is running murky right now, and this should be gross, he should be shoving him off, but denying Garou is like trying to stop a hurricane with a parasol. 

“Alright, babe. I’m not going anywhere.”

How does it happen?

They fuck up somewhere. It’s hard to say where, or when, or how.

Was it when Garou slinked along beside Badd when he went on a midnight grocery run?

Or the time Garou snarled at a guy who catcalled a girl as he was waiting for Badd to get off the train, and Badd grabbed his arm so he wouldn’t actually take off after the weasel? 

Or was it just chance? A suspicion, a hunch, and a window open a little too wide in the bedroom?

It doesn’t matter.

Garou had gone for a walk. Just a walk. It was fall, so the nights were getting longer, so while Badd dropped Zenko off at their cousin’s for the weekend, Garou went out into the crisp air, hat pulled down over his ears, Badd’s favorite jacket on with the embroidered tiger on the back (the hero had made the piece of clothing too tantalizing, always scolding that if he ripped it or stained it, he’d fucking kill him).

Although Garou’s walks always took him into a run, and then a leap, dashing up buildings until he could see for miles. And this one was different. His slippered feet propelled him from rooftop to rooftop, the smell of drying leaves and burning wood in his nostrils, air whistling.

His phone vibrated. ‘Gonna pick up food. What u want?’

He landed on one foot on the top of a stone cross erected on an empty church. Pigeons noisily swarmed from inside the belfry and out into the air. ‘Dumplings. Soup. Meat.’

‘lol, ok. See u soon.’

That’s the last one. The last text.

When he’s coming back, the noises make his ears twitch as much as his nerves. Anyone else wouldn’t notice, but he knows every inch of Badd’s house. He knows the furniture in it, the weight of it, and he knows what it’s like to fight inside (there were a few of those when he first started living there). 

There are people inside the house. There are people ransacking Badd’s house. 

The part of Garou that Badd always calls “the guard dog side” heats up to combustible levels. Usually it’s “cute” (again, something Badd says), when he glares at the door before he’s pushed off Badd and down the hallway out of sight. 

They’ve sprayed something on the windows so he can’t see. Fine. If they want to do this the painful way, he’ll oblige.

The window breaks as he goes through it so fast that he barely cuts himself, rolling into the bedroom. There are three men in suits, and the bed - their bed - is turned upside down. The nightstand is cracked, the drawer thrown open and turned out. Everything that they have worked to make theirs is ruined, and Garou roars. 

“He’s here! He’s—”

Garou grabs the man’s face and throws him through the broken window. The other two reach for guns on their belts, but the movement takes far too long compared to the speed with which Garou attacks, sending each of them flying into the walls. 

I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you all.

“Garou…”

It only takes a few sprinting steps to get to the stairs that lead to the living room, although it takes three (precious, few, too many) seconds to take out goons in the upstairs bathroom and in Zenko’s room. One manages to get a shot off, and the sound rings in Garou’s ears even as his fist breaks through his nose and jaw. He drops the bullet he caught onto the ground.

From the landing, he can see down into a black sea of men in suits, like the ones he’s dealt with upstairs. Badd is sitting up in a chair, and even from here Garou can see that his eyelids are heavy, a sagging in his cheeks and muscles. 

He’s been drugged with something.

One of the guys has his foot on his bat, which is on the floor, and there are several guns trained on Badd’s head.

He does the math.

Garou is fast, and if it was one person, only one, he could make it. But there isn’t one. There’s...twenty. They are crammed in here, and they all have guns, and there are too many for someone not to get lucky. And from the range they have on Badd, they don’t even need luck.

Run. 

It’s not a word that comes to his mind. It’s one silently mouthed by Badd.

Run, Garou.

Garou shakes his head. How can he run? How can he leave him? Now, at their worst point? That’s not just making him a coward. It’s making him a truer villain than he ever possibly could have conceived of himself to be. “No. Badd—”

So Badd is the one who moves. He sinks his teeth into his own hand, and Garou can feel as much as see how his Fighting Spirit flares. 

That’s when all hell breaks loose.

Shots fired at him, around the room. Ten men pile on Badd, and he disappears under their bodies. “Run, Garou! Get the fuck outta here! ”

Two shots hit him. In the side and in the shoulder. Too much happening. Too many distractions. Below him, he can see Badd struggling, and he knows he’s alive and if he’s alive he can find him, he can get him back.

“Take him down! Don’t let the Hero Hunter get away!”

The Hero Hunter.

That’s all he is to them. He’s still that version of himself that he had given up, the already-flimsy mask that had been torn off in that last fight.

Breaking into a run down the hall is like running through mud. Maybe not physically - physically he outpaces them all, a wild animal that knows the woods better than any clumsy human - but with every step he’s calculating when, where, why, how, will they, won’t they, what are you doing?

He doesn’t just go through the window; he takes half of the wall with him. This time, he barely touches the rooftops as he jumps from one to the next. Anything it takes to put as much distance as he can between himself and that house, those men.  

And Badd? A voice in his head asks.

He smothers it in his molten rage.

---

Who is he kidding? Garou can’t stay away. It doesn’t matter that it’s only been a few months. It doesn’t matter that they will probably check in on the house, or that they may be watching it now. He’s drawn back to it like a bird - like a chicken, that awful voice says again, rearing back, returning over and over no matter how much he ignores it - and in the dark he’s much harder to spot.

He waited a day. That’s as much as he can be expected to wait, isn’t it?

They’ve only put tarps over the holes, so he goes in the exact same way as he did that afternoon. 

Everything is still a mess. Any shelf that was standing or on the wall has been torn off, tipped over, emptied. Clothes have been pulled out and left scattered on the floor, or in piles. Nothing seems intact.

Even the bed has a gash running through it, clearly torn open by a knife. It nicked Badd’s pillow, and feathers are bleeding out onto the comforter. The sight makes him so angry that he picks up the whole bed and he’s about to throw it through the wall when two eyes shine up at him.

“Meow.”

Tama. She’s pushed herself into the tightest ball she can in the corner, somehow evading the terrible events of the afternoon. He puts the bed down, leaning it against Badd’s desk, and reaches down for her. She darts down the hallway into Zenko’s room.

The scene is the same. Granted, he always hated the posters and standees of Amai Mask, but seeing them ruined, torn off the wall (for what fucking purpose, those bastards) makes him nauseated. 

“Meow.” Now she’s under Zenko’s bed. He gets down on his stomach and pats the floor. She doesn’t move.

“Come on, Tama.” She backs up, and he kicks the door closed with his foot so she can’t run away again. “Come. On.”

She can survive. Cats are predators, and they can handle themselves. You’ve done enough— 

“Come on!” His fist lands on the floor. A piece of paper falls off the pink cork board over Zenko’s desk, fluttering to the floor. Not paper. A photo. Badd is grinning, with her up on his shoulders, and Zenko is making bunny ears over his head. Garou stares at it, not blinking, not moving. And then he realizes that he’s just barely in the picture. Half his face, the visible part of his smirk, and he recalls Zenko begging Badd to let her keep it. 

“Just that one. And it stays at home. Understand? No showin’ it to anyone at school.”

“I promise!”

He hates this feeling.

And it’s one he should be used to, isn’t it? Being on his own. He was on his own for so long, living in that shack, stealing food. And only a few times did it ache a little, to be away from the world, but it was worth it, because he had a goal.

What does he have now?

...nothing.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Liar. Liar. Liar.

You could have stopped it. You should have died stopping it. 

No. No. No.

The bristles of Zenko’s carpet are making his face itch, but all the energy has gone from his body. It’s hard to tell how long he stays there, the silence so eerie. No television. No talking. No breathing. 

And then, there’s something. A gentle vibration. He glances up to find that Tama has occupied the space of his slightly-bent arm, where it had been outstretched. Her eyes are heavy, and she’s purring gently. When he picks her up, she lets it happen, and he pockets the photo as well.

For a moment, he considers taking more, but…

No. 

...better to let this chapter end. It’s easier to let it all go. He has the jacket, and Tama, and one picture of them together.

Yes. Look at where attachments have brought you.

---

Garou memorizes the address on the fridge, and rips it into tiny pieces. If they found it already, they have it, and if they don’t, they won’t now. It doesn’t look like anyone is watching the place, so far as he can tell.

He gently knocks on the window.

“Garou!” Zenko looks like she’s been crying, so she must have some idea what’s happened. That makes things easier, although who knows what they’ve told her. Her face is red, and she grabs his arm, trying to pull him in from where he’s crouching on the window sill. 

“No. I can’t stay.”

“You can’t go!” One of her fists punches his arm as her eyes start filling with tears again. “Don’t go, Garou!”

It hurts. He doesn’t...he wasn’t expecting it to hurt this much. “Here.” Reaching into his jacket with his free hand, he takes Tama out and hands it to her. She has to let him go to take the large cat in her arms.

“Tama…” Now she’s sobbing into the cat’s fur, and he remembers just how old Tama is. Old enough to have been there through losing their parents. Old enough for all Badd’s antics, all the things that led him to promise ‘no violence in front of her.’ 

Some good that did.

“Do you…” she hiccups and scrubs her eyes. “Do you know where he is?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you know if he’s okay?”

“...I don’t know.”

“What do you know?!”

“Nothing!” Before he can stop it, his voice goes as sharp as hers. “I don’t know anything yet! Are you happy?!”

At first, in the moment he regrets it, he thinks she’ll start crying and then...what, is he going to try to comfort her? But instead she puts Tama down, jumps up and slaps him in the face. Which doesn’t really hurt all that much (physically, at least). Not as much as when she yells at him, “You’re the adult! You’re supposed to be able to deal with it!”

...he is, isn’t he.

He holds his hand out. “Give me your phone for a second.”

When she unlocks it and hands it over, Garou brings up the news and searches for ‘Metal Bat.’ Immediately, there are several articles about his “leave of absence” from the Hero Association, about “suspicions of misconduct,” and how he was currently staying in the Hero Association Headquarters where they would be investigating his involvement with “possible criminal monsters.”

A monster...

Garou hands the phone back to her. “You probably saw that he’s at the hero headquarters.”

She nods. “That doesn’t narrow it down much...the new one is huge. You can’t just— Garou!” Zenko pulls hard at his arm as he tries to jump away, like she can yank him inside. “You can’t just go in!”

“I don’t have much of a choice.”

“Take me with you!”

“No way.” She’s about to yell at him again, he can tell, but he gently, firmly pulls his arm out of her grasp. “Your brother will kill me if I get you in trouble. And who will take care of Tama then?”

Zenko hates it. He can tell, because the expression on her face is how his gut has felt all day: angry, grief-stricken, hurt. “Promise you’ll come back for me. That you’ll both come get me!”

He nods. “Fine. Call Tareo. He’ll be worried, and I don’t want you alone.”

He leaves after that without saying goodbye. There’s nothing more to say, and he can’t make any more promises he’s not sure if he’ll be able to keep.

---

Garou spends that night in the special spot. He curls up in the tall grass where he usually does, and below him he can hear the water gently lapping over the rocks. It’s dark, and there’s a breeze, but there are stars overhead. 

He takes Badd’s jacket off and balls it up under his head, where he can breathe it in.

“I love ya, Garou.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah, it’s right, jerk.” Badd laughs and smacks his chest. He’s using him as a pillow, that night, and it’s warm yet cool enough that this is the first time they’ve been able to stand being out in it. In the distance, storm clouds are moving in. They’ll be forced home soon.

Garou is playing with his hair. He usually has it down when they go out. The pompadour is too much of a signature for him, too unique. Like this, Garou can pass his fingers through it without it getting caught in product. 

“You don���t have to say it back.”

“Good.”

Badd’s smiling into his flesh, and he traces the outline of one of his pecs. It makes goosebumps jump up across Garou’s shoulders. “You at least like me, don’t ya?” he teases, poking him near the armpit so he jumps. 

“God, no.” Garou rolls until he’s got Badd on his back and he’s looming over him, growling as he places several nipping bites down his throat. “Can’t stand you…”

“Yeah, I get that a lot from folks,” Badd laughs.

“No, you don’t. And that’s what I hate the most.” He follows the path of the bites with little kisses, faintly feeling Badd rubbing at his scalp. “You’re so damn likable...everyone fawning all over you...you’re like the neighborhood mutt everyone wants to give treats to.”

Badd sits up a bit until he can press his face into the soft space of skin under his eye, slotting his nose into the dip of his cheek. “Do ya wanna give me a treat?”

God. He wants to be annoyed, but Badd’s boyish face, his little smile, his hands, even the calluses on his fingers...every piece of him just endears him more and more. Does that mean that this is love? Is this what love is? It’s not like he’s ever felt this for someone before, this positive energy. The only things that he can think of that have fueled him are spite. Anger. Bitterness. At best: boredom.

Not that he hasn’t been kind to others (as kind as he has thought possible) but…

But he doesn’t know enough to say it.

…

You should have said it. You might never get a chance to tell him again. You knew at the time, and the only reason you didn’t say it was because you were a fucking coward.

Garou curls up tighter. 

Or.

An itch is beginning to cover his skin. His eyes actually hurt, like he’s been swimming with his eyes open, but it deepens into a worst burn.

Or you never loved him at all.

“No!” When Garou punches the ground, he can see that his skin is different. Harder, stony. Like that day. His head is on fire. The voice that comes up from his throat doesn’t even sound like his. It’s coming out of a smoking muzzle. 

When he gets up - on all fours, so tall now that the long, hard tail swinging behind him knocks two trees over - he picks up the jacket, the picture still in the pocket, and holds it against his chest. The armor shell that has been forming around him seems to swallow it up, and he can feel the material, feel Badd, pressed to him. Present. Protected.

It’s very possible that he won’t survive the night.

He accepts that.

And as he lets out a howl so long and so low, so reverberating and far-traveling that he can hear dogs on the far shore return his call, he turns away from the hill and begins to run back toward the city.

---

It’s like this was the only form he could take to quiet his mind.

Because when Garou gets to the Hero Association Headquarters, he doesn’t stop to think or consider his next plans. He’s not crafty or cunning (was he ever?). He’s a mad dog. No, a wolf. A rabid wolf, in form as much as action now.

And the Hero Association has never been good at actually defending itself against monsters.

The glass in the front of the huge building shatters as he goes through it. 

“Baaaaaadd!” It’s the only thing that comes out of his mouth where gray fangs make the darkness within look like a cave without an end. “Badd!”

The men inside are shooting at him, but this isn’t like inside the house. The bullets bounce off him, and he runs through them, into a door, another passage. His huge nose sniffs at the air, and even though they begin crumbling under his weight, he starts taking the stone stairs that lead up further into the building.

More security. This time, in the form of flying drones with both constant artillery as well as drugs, electricity, nets. 

Insects. All of them.

It’s not to say that Garou doesn’t feel their attacks. The rocky armor surrounding him cracks in places, pieces falling to the floor in small piles. But he’s being fueled by something greater than metal and energy.

They crunch like cans in his jaws. 

“Baaaadd!”

He tears through another door, clearly reinforced, having to dig through it with his claws. Cameras are watching him; sometimes he catches one out of the corner of his eye, and in the lens he can see his blood-red, burning eyes. 

He doesn’t waste time with them. Let them see.

More humans. More humans with guns, with long spears that end in shock cords, like the kind used to leash strays. Do they think it will be effective? They sting when they touch him, sure, when they manage to loop his ears but the moment he shakes his head he can hear their bodies make contact with the walls.

They keep trying to trap him, trying to close him between lock-down gates. It’s obvious they think he’ll try to go through the steel, but then he just turns and rips his way through the wall. 

More robots. More rolling, shielded automatons. They issue warnings he doesn’t heed, and the ones he can’t literally destroy he just ignores.

Then, it gets quiet.

And that is worse than any of the defense that he’s faced to this point as he’s climbed higher and higher in the building, following Badd’s scent, tracking him through corridors and stairs and firepower. 

When he gets to a large, open room, empty but for equipment and air ducts far up in the ceiling, he’s about to start scaling the wall when the door in front of him opens and a lone figure walks through.

“Ah...I just want to sleep...why do they want to put me to work so late?”

It’s him. Saitama. Again, here, at the end of everything, why, why, why .

He’s picking at his ear, his other hand in the pocket of his striped pajamas. “Didn’t even have time to change…”

Garou’s options are limited. He can go back the way he came, or he can charge forward. But then, would he make it either way? Saitama was fast last time. And Garou… 

He can’t help slumping. God, he’s tired. 

He’s no stronger than he was before…

“Oh, it’s you again. You look a bit different. So...you here to cause trouble, or…?

Garou growls. He’s talking to him like he’s a child that’s gotten somewhere he’s not supposed to be. On the tip of his nose, he can just barely smell Badd still. They’re moving him. Higher? Farther away? It’s hard to tell. “Badd…”

Saitama turns and looks up toward the ceiling, where Garou’s gaze is fixed. “Is that why you’re here? Are you two friends now or something?”

The growling intensifies. This isn’t a conversation he wants to have. This isn’t a moment he wants to share. Not with him. Not with the one person who could break him down so completely, who could ruin everything like it was nothing. 

“I don’t like that, you know. What they’re doing.”

Garou stops moving. 

“Everybody knows Metal Bat. He talks about his sister in every meeting. I don’t think he would do something that would endanger her.” He drops his fist in his hand, as though something has made sense to him. “It was you, wasn’t it? Who they think he’s associating with. You two are friends now. Good thing Genos isn’t here...that probably wouldn’t be enough to stop him.”

Garou watches as Saitama moves, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I think,” he says, cracking his bare feet against the floor, “this is better for you, you know. Doing more of the hero thing. The villain thing was kind of half-assed, you know.”

Saitama walks away from the door he came out of, leaning against the wall.

“And I’m sure I’m probably already in trouble, but it’s going to be worse for you if you don’t go get him now. Because they’ll probably send one of those other heroes after you...maybe that scary girl that flies around.”

Every instinct Garou has is telling him this is a trick. A trap. Not to trust anything he says, to stay and fight.

But what is there to gain? What would be smarter or better than just letting the strongest hero kill him right here, right now? 

...he’s still not going to thank him. He won’t give him that satisfaction. 

Garou just smashes through the door and keeps running.

—

Badd wonders if he’s having some kind of out-of-body experience.

He can’t focus on anything, he realizes. Not asleep. Not awake. 

At one point he thinks...is he at the dentist? Because there’s something in his mouth, keeping him from putting his teeth together...but they don’t cuff your hands to the bed at the dentist, do they?

Now and then, he hears people talking.

At this moment? People are talking much louder. More excitedly. Above him, lights are moving quicker. He can see them around the mask over his nose. 

He’s in a hallway.

And everything is starting to feel...bumpy. Like there’s an earthquake. Is it an earthquake? Are they taking him somewhere safe?

...somewhere safe...because...this place isn’t safe, is it?

People start screaming, and suddenly something huge is standing over him. He’s staring into gray dark, and there are four limbs over top of where he is laying. Somehow, in all of the fog, it’s like…

It’s like he knows he’s being protected.

“Hnngh…?” He can’t talk with the thing in his mouth. And his hands are still trapped.

This...god, yes, this has to be a dream. It’s the only thing that makes sense when all the sounds stop and the creature backs up and stares down at him. A wolf. But...a statue of a wolf? No, more like a gargoyle, because there are cracks in the stone, and that’s falling away, getting smaller until…

Garou.

Garou’s here.

He tries to reach his hands out to him, but...right, no, those have to stay where they are. Except then Garou breaks the thick cuffs, and he’s snapping the harness that’s around his head, holding what he sees now is some kind of bit. He takes the mask off him too.

Slowly, he begins to come back into the real world.

“Garou…Garou, I…” Arms go around him, holding him so suddenly, so tightly, that his muscles object because… “How long have I been here?”

“Two days. I love you.”

Badd blinks. “Garou, it’s—”

“This is my fault. It’s all my fault. I ruined your life. I ruined your life, and they took you away, and if I had lost you, I would have...I don’t know what I would have done. And you would have been gone without me having said it back.”

Badd pulls back enough to look him in the face. He doesn’t even know how to describe the expression that’s there. Garou looks like he’s the one who was coming close to death. “I love you too. Okay? I’m okay. They probably...fuck, they were probably keepin’ me under and all so I wouldn’t trigger my Fightin’ Spirit. If I accidentally bit my tongue ‘r somethin.’”

Garou kisses him, and he kisses back. He’s pretty sure they both know this is not what they should be doing right now, but… 

“Zenko. Fuck, Zenko, is she—”

“She’s okay. So’s Tama.”

Even in spite of the terrible condition they are in, as Garou helps him out of what seems to be a modified hospital bed, Badd has to laugh. “Ya went back for Tama, huh…”

Garou picks up something off the floor. His jacket, he realizes, and Garou puts it on him, over the sort of sterile gown they changed him into. He takes a step and almost falls, and Garou picks him up effortlessly in his arms.

“Ya know...I didn’t think that the first time you would carry me like this would be so...dire, ya know?”

Garou’s face is starting to soften, and as he hears approaching footsteps - running, quickly - he takes them through an empty room. The windows overlook the city beyond. It’s a long way down, but...they’ve both managed from higher places. “Ready?” he asks.

Badd tucks his face into Garou’s neck and steals one last kiss before bracing himself. “Yeah...yeah. Let’s do this.”

He’s not lying. The rest of the details aren’t important. He just closes his eyes as Garou carries him through the glass and the air, into whatever comes next for them, trusting that he’ll get them there, no matter what. 

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[thecoldremembers]

Clint and Bucky: The Gods of the Gaps

It had been a reconnaissance mission only. Black market dealers, moving merchandise that he was told would go to muscling up a lot of Very Bad People in the world-- merchandise that, according to his source, existed as a direct result of Hydra's sudden exposure to the world a few years ago. It was a law of nature-- two of them, really. Nature abhors a vacuum, and living things always battle for resources. When Hydra was exposed, so were thousands of documents-- chemical compounds, blueprints, scientific research. Weapons. Mind control.

Super-soldiers. How to make them, how to control them, and how to bring them down.

The criminal element had pounced on that information like a starving tiger. It had become a localized arms race, with warring organized crime rings, factions, even gangs rushing to fill the gaps, and their coffers, and their power, before the other guys did. All over the world.

Including right here in New York.

Bucky's plan had been simple: go in dark, stay out of sight, scout the place out, gather intel, leave quietly to plan his next move.

He hadn't banked on the merchandise being people. Captives, terrified men and women blindfolded and in chains, secured in a neat line down the length of the back wall of the warehouse.

He couldn't be sure what they were going to be used for. A workforce, captive assembly lines, slaves who would put together the weapons and drugs and serums for their captors? Victims of the human trafficking rings operating in the city, often hidden in plain sight? Or something else, something that made his stomach turn to think on it-- subjects to be experimented on as the weapons and drugs and serums were tested and perfected, future soldiers to be brainwashed and controlled?

Dammit. Damn it all to hell.

He knew all too well what it was like to be owned, to be bought and sold, to have every stubbornly lingering trace of bodily and mental autonomy brutally, efficiently, systematically stripped away from him. There was no way in hell he was going to leave these people to suffer the same fate.

That was, of course, his undoing-- letting his emotions lead the way, that ever-present rage that always seemed to be boiling just beneath the surface, his fierce determination that nobody would ever have to suffer what he did, not on his watch.

Yeah. Brilliant move, Buck. Run in all half-cocked and furious and damnably reckless, and get your ass handed to you by the... whatever the hell the thing currently beating the ever-loving tar out of you is.

He didn't know the details, but he could guess. The guy had started out looking like a rather musclebound mook, with dark eyes and a crewcut and an accent that made Bucky think of putrid, humid swamps and rotting cypress, and he'd been giving the orders. His men had called him Gator. The bad guys always had the most ridiculous names.

There were a handful of them. But, he thought, like the damned arrogant idiot he was-- he had a bionic arm. He could take them! Beat up the bad guys, rescue the hostages, home in time for... well, breakfast. Or a nice, long, hopefully dreamless sleep.

Only Gator had... turned into something, not slow and painstaking, but fast. Something big, strong, and... scaly? Something that had to top nine feet tall, every inch of that height corded with powerful muscle and covered in leathery, grey-green scales.

And Gator could move. He struck with the power and speed of, well, his namesake, but Bucky was also fast, and the two engaged in a lethal dance for several minutes until one of Gator's blows hit home.

Bucky rolled with the blow, and Jesus, it hurt. The guy hit like he was packing a whole damned freight train behind that huge, scaled fist. Bucky came up, half kneeling, half crouching, supporting himself on his metal arm, the fingers of his flesh hand still curled around the handle of his KA-BAR. He spit out a mouthful of blood and snarled as the behemoth rushed him, diving out of the way and spinning at the last second, hurtling a leg out in a powerful kick that was meant to topple his opponent.

Gator whirled with a window-shaking roar, too fast, catching Bucky's booted ankle in a clawed hand and giving it a vicious twist. The bone snapped like kindling, and Bucky screamed. But he didn't surrender. Shifting his hips, he kicked out his good leg with all his strength.

Gator simply snatched that leg, wrenched him up in the air, and slammed him full-body into the wall hard enough that a crack formed tectonic-like in the concrete. His head struck with such blinding force that he was sure his brains had been liquified. One brain milkshake, prepared to order, comin' right up. Flavored like cocky moron. The monster's fingers released his leg, and he tumbled to the floor, the breath knocked out of him, head spinning. Something warm, thick, wet trickled down into his eye. Good thing I have a hard head, he thought deliriously, and he tried to stand, but Gator's foot caught him in the ribs, lifting him off the floor with the impact and slamming him into the wall again.

He tried to stand again. Again, Gator kicked him. He lost his breath as a rib or two gave way. "Stay. Down! Asshole!" Gator's voice was deep, gravelly, inhuman, and each word was punctuated by another vicious kick, each one harder than the last.

Then, seemingly caught in the throes of his own rage, Gator dropped to his knees, straddling him, and began raining blows down onto Bucky's face, his chest, his ribs, his stomach, screaming all the while. He tried to block, and got his flesh arm broken and his head slammed into the concrete floor for his trouble. Two concussions in one day, he thought, feeling strangely distant from the whole ordeal, as if he was sitting in the cinema with Steve watching a film. His body registered every blow, every slice of razor-sharp claws, every broken bone, but Bucky... Bucky was somewhere else. You're on a roll over there, Buck, Steve's voice said. Thought I was the one always gettin' beat up in back alleys.

This is a warehouse, Steve, Bucky retorted, then he grinned, and tasted blood, and Gator screamed something unintelligible and pummeled him in the face.

And then, almost abruptly, Gator seemed to deflate, panting, the crazed fire fading from his eyes, to be replaced with something infinitely cold and cruel. He reached down and closed a huge, clawed hand around Bucky's throat, and began to squeeze.

The world began to go dark. There was a roaring in his ears, a pounding in his head, and... music? A jaunty beat. Something that seemed wildly out of place here. It took his concussion-addled and oxygen-deprived brain a second or two to realize he was hearing a ringtone.

There was a quiet murmuring as someone answered, and then, "Gator? Man, you better stop. The Man wants him alive."

Gator stopped squeezing, though his hand remained locked around Bucky's throat. Through blurred, rapidly darkening vision, he could see the fear, anger, and doubt flashing through the creature's yellow, crocodilian eyes, and something else, something like... desperation.

Looks like The Man’s got somethin’ on you, buddy.

The creature's massive weight lifted from him, to be replaced by three-- no, four of Gator's henchmen or minions or mooks or whatever the hell they were, keeping him pinned down while something was injected into his neck. He could hear Gator's gutteral voice, but couldn't make out the words. Something rushed and burned through Bucky's bloodstream, and his limbs began to feel heavy, weak, sluggish. Well, more than they already were. Double concussion and all. Didn't help the nausea either, or the way patterns of light and color were dancing across his vision, swirling with the black creeping in at the edges.

A moment later, Gator was back, looming over him, a grin twisting what passed for lips on his lizard-like face. "It's yer lucky day, bud." The grin vanished, and Gator swayed for an instant, his breathing suddenly ragged, his eyes clouding over, and for a second Bucky thought he was going to collapse, but he quickly recovered, and planted another kick to Bucky's ribs (he wasn't going to have any intact ribs left at this point, Christ Almighty), as if affronted that his moment of weakness had been observed. "The Man thinks yer more valuable alive than dead, which means you and me gonna have a lil quality time together."

Hooray, Bucky thought as the darkness closed in around him. Can't fucking wait.

#friendlyneighborhoodmess #here you go #bucky with his chaotic idiot energy #have fun :P #long post #whumpy threads #dissociation tw

[gamergirl929]

Two Belts And A Ring (Becky Lynch x Reader)

Anonymous Request:  Can you please do one with becky and r,Charlotte and becky go shopping for a ring anf after becky wins two belts again she proposes

Becky steps into the jewelry story, wide eyed as she scans the many glass cases.  

“Hi ma’am, what can I help you with?” A woman asks with a bright smile.  

“Ummmm...” Becky starts, but when a hand settles on her shoulder she releases a sigh.  

“Could you point us to the engagement rings?” Charlotte asks with a smile and the woman grins.  

“Right this way ladies.” She guides the two towards an extremely long glass case full of beautiful diamond rings.  

“Are we working with a certain price range?” The woman asks and Becky shakes her head.  

“No, der’s no budget. Could never put a price on her ring.” Becky is quick to say, and Charlotte smirks.  

“Thanks for your help, but we’ll take it from here.”  

The woman nods, grinning,

“Well, if you need me, I’ll be right over here.” She motions back to where she was standing previous and Charlotte nods, Becky too busy staring at the long case of rings to notice the woman had even left.  

Charlotte pats Becky on the back, causing her to jump, the Irishwoman turning to her with wide brow eyes.  

“We’re gonna be here all day, aren’t we?” Becky asks the blonde who nods.  

“Yep.”  

                                                            ***

Charlotte’s words ring true when nearly 3 hours later the two are still in the jewelry store, standing at the exact same case they had been at since they first were guided over there by the jewelry store worker.  

“Do you want to go get something to eat and come back?” Charlotte asks, but a mere second later, Becky is shaking her head rapidly.  

“No, bout da time we leave, someone will come get da perfect ring.” She mumbles and Charlotte sighs, smiling.  

“You’ll find her the perfect one Becks.” She grins and Becky sighs deeply.  

“I know... I just...” She sighs as she walks down the case, her finger running along the case.  

“It has ta be perfect.” She whispers and Charlotte smiles.  

“Y/N would be happy if you proposed to her with a Ring Pop, or a bread tie..” The blonde laughs and Becky grins.  

“The point is...” Charlotte places a gentle had on Becky’s back. “Y/N will be happy with whatever you get, because she loves you, very much.”  

Becky turns to Charlotte with a small smile, though out of the corner of her eye, she sees a glint that pulls her attention away from the Flair.  

She points to the case with a beaming grin.  

“Dat’s it, dat’s da one.”  

                                                            ***

It was time, the most important Wrestling Event of the year, WrestleMania.  

You search the backstage area, quickly finding the woman you’re looking for.  

Your arms slip around her middle, the Irishwoman jumping slightly until you nuzzle into the back of her neck, something you know she loves.  

Becky grins as she leans back into you with a lengthy hum.  

You know the woman in your arms is nervous, nervous because in a matter of moments, she’ll be going out in front of a sold out WrestleMania crowd to fight Bayley in a winner takes all match, the Smackdown and Raw Women’s Championships on the line.  

“You’ve got this.” You whisper into her hair. “I know you’ve got this.”  

Becky turns in your arms, grinning before she presses a gentle kiss to your lips.  

“I hope yer right lass, dis new Bayley isn’t above cheatin.” She sighs and you shake your head.  

“If Sasha Banks comes down to that ring, you bet your ass I am too.” You growl and Becky smirks.  

“Easy tiger.” She winks and you sigh.  

“She’s not ruining this chance for you, I won’t let her.” You growl and Becky laughs as she wraps her arms tightly around you, giving you a squeeze.  

Becky buries her face her your hair, her eyes closing.  

The two of you stand, embracing as the crowd and fans cheer in the open stadium beyond the curtain, that is until an employee makes their way towards Becky.  

“You’re on in 5 Ms. Lynch.” He smiles and the red-haired woman nods, still wrapped in your embrace.  

“I love you.” She whispers in your hair and you grin.

“I love you too, so much. Now go out there and kick her ass.” You whisper and Becky laughs.  

She pulls back and leans forwards, her lips meeting yours.  

The kiss, like every other kiss you share is passionate, Becky cupping your cheeks as she tilts her head, changing the angle of the kiss.  

Your lips part with a gasp, Becky tongue immediately slipping inside and swiping against yours.  

Reluctantly, the two of you part, both leaning in again for one last short just kiss, just as Becky’s music hits.  

The woman grins, unclipping the Raw Women’s Championship from her waist and placing it on her shoulder.  

“Good luck.” You whisper, pressing a good luck kiss to her lips.  

“Thanks. I love you.” She whispers and you beam.  

“I love you too.”  

                                                            ***

Much like the two of you had expected, right when it seems as if Bayley is in trouble, Sasha Banks comes out of nowhere for the distraction, though Bayley doesn’t capitalize like the two had planned, instead, Becky holds strong.  

Bayley and Sasha’s eyes widen, sharing a glance as your music hits.  

You march out into the arena, the crowd going wild as you glance around the packed arena.  

The audience exclaim their assent by throwing their arms up in the air in unison, shouting YES YES YES, Daniel Bryan’s trademark move.  

You nod to the audience before walking backstage for a second and producing a steel chair, much to the crowd’s excitement.  

In a heartbeat you’re sprinting down to the ring, chair in hand, much to Sasha Bank’s dismay.  

You make it to the ring in what feels like a matter of moments, Sasha now also with steel chair in hand.  

When you meet one another, Sasha has the chair cocked back, ready to swing. She takes that swing and you duck under it, flipping around and smacking the blue haired woman in the back.  

In the ring Becky is watching the scene unfold, unaware that Bayley is sneaking up behind her. She goes for the roll up pin, but instead, Becky rolls through, putting the woman into the Dis-Arm-Her the fans screaming the longer the hold is in.  

You stop your assault on Sasha when the bell rings, flipping around with a grin when Becky’s music sounds throughout the arena.  

Bayley rolls out of the ring and onto the floor, making her way towards Sasha while you make your way into the ring, wrapping your arms around an ecstatic Becky.  

You move towards the red and take the Raw Women’s Championship and Smackdown Championship in hand, turning around and handing them to you girlfriend.  

Becky holds the titles in the air, tears streaming down her face as the WWE Universe cheers. She turns towards you, throwing her arms around you as she presses a kiss to your lips, the crowd cheering and clapping happily.  

Becky pulls back, leaning her forehead against yours.  

Suddenly, she surprises you and the audience by placing the titles down and leans towards the timekeeper's area, holding her hand out.  

One of the technicians hands her a microphone and the woman brings it to her lips.  

“Hell of a match ya?” She says, panting into the microphone and the crowd cheers, YES YES YES’s filling the arena.  

Becky turns towards you with a grin.  

“I ave dis lady ta thank for comin down an keeping da fight fair, yeah?” She asks and everyone cheers louder causing you to grin.  

“But, I think I can do better dan dat.” She grins and your brows furrow.  

Unbeknownst to you, the technician had also handed Becky something else, something else you didn’t see.  

Becky swallows hard.  

“Y/N, yer da best thing ta ever happen ta me...” She grins and the crowd all awwws, causing the two of you to blush.  

“What I’m sayin is, yer da best thing ta ever happen ta me, an I want ya ta be da only thing ta ever happen ta me.” Becky grins and your eyes widen.  

“Ya mean da world ta me Y/N... I want ta wake up every mornin with ya by my side, I want ya ta be da first thing I see when I wake up, an da last thing I see when I go ta sleep... Will you Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N do me da honor, of becomin my wife?” Becky gets down on one knee and you cover your mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks.  

The fans are going absolutely insane around you, everyone on their feet as they throw their hands in the air, over an over and over again, chanting YES YES YES.  

You drop to knees.  

“YES!” You cry, throwing your arms around Becky, burying your nose in her sweat covered neck.  

You pull back, cupping Becky’s cheeks and kissing her passionately, pulling back and leaning back in to kiss her again.  

Becky’s hand shakes as she slips the ring on your finger and you beam, leaning in again for another kiss.  

You grab Becky’s titles before moving to your feet, handing your fiancé HER titles.  

Becky’s music hits, the two of you celebrating in the ring, Becky holding her titles in the air while you hold your hand up with the ring on your finger.  

Becky Lynch is now no longer just Becky 2 Belts, she was now Becky 2 Belts, your fiancé and you couldn’t have been any happier.  

#wwe imagine #becky lynch x reader #becky lynch imagine #becky lynch imagines #charlotte flair imagine