#you already know who that fucking guy is unless you’re new here and that’s none of you so .

[genderqueer-karma]

guys can i talk about that fucking guy. clap if you think i should talk about that fucking guy.

(accidental ramble in the tags. oops. don’t read if you don’t want to read a crisis.)

#yo it's d :) #you already know who that fucking guy is unless you’re new here and that’s none of you so . #i need to start asking my friends if i can talk about that guy but it’s hard honestly #he literally takes up 50 to 80 per cent of my mind on a daily basis #even when i’m not thinking about him i’m thinking of him #i’ll see something blue and be like ‘wow! yk who really likes the color blue?’ and suddenly my brain is flooded with thoughts of Him #don’t get me wrong i love him but i realize that other people don’t care about him as much as i do so i’m trying to dial it back #still. it’s hard. #especially knowing that other people know how to contain themselves and i’m just sitting here raw out in the open like this #to be honest idk how i managed to survive school because since september i’ve kinda been living in mana hell(/heaven. depending on the day) #some people say they have addictive personalities and honestly i think that’s me #my brain is addicted to him! i literally study this man’s face and mannerisms and can tell you exactly how he smiles when his expression #is otherwise neutral. i can relay unnecessary amounts of his band history to you and have watched WAY too many interviews and videos #and the worst part? i literally told myself ‘hey! you can’t get like this again’* because the last time was really bad! it was destructive! #*(about a person.) i literally cannot function sometimes for just thinking about this guy. #i rarely listen to music besides his anymore and can literally tell you characteristic features of his composing! it’s kind of embarrassing! #like i’m a music nerd but i’m not THAT big of a music nerd. i usually can’t tell you things like that. most i can do is tell you #instrumentation. but whenever i listen to something he *mightve* composed i can automatically confirm or deny. #that’s not normal !!!!!!!! #having over *2000* pictures of a person you’ve never met in your phone is not normal! #but despite me being in the goddamn TRENCHES. i love him so so so much. #he genuinely makes me so happy. seeing images/videos of him from any time period makes me go ‘!!!’ because i think he’s the coolest! #and he’s so inspiring. he’s part of the reason i took up drawing again and regained some passion for music. #thus ends my tale of woe.

[enid-rhees]

Rosita Espinosa x reader where rosita and reader dated before outbreak but got separated shortly after it started and was found by Glenn at the beginning, and were reunited again. Reader has changed and matured a lot due to thinking she loss rosita turning her more quiet and alert.

I don’t see much of rosita nm </3

i absolutely love this idea and the song is so good for this !! hope you enjoy !! 🫶🏻

warnings: besides like killing walkers, none!

a/n: hope you all enjoy! i’m working on a ton of stories that’ll hopefully be posted throughout out the week so stay tuned for those :))

you breathed heavily, and sweat dripped down your face as you looked up, facing the hoard of walkers coming towards you. there were already multiple dead by your feet, but they still wanted more.

your right hand raised, the grip you had on the rusted machete tightened. when they got closer to you, you started to slice their heads off with ease. you didn’t care about the dead blood splashing onto you in that moment.

before you could slice the last walkers head off, someone had beaten you to it. you looked over with a glare, “who the hell are you?”

“i’m Glenn.” he spoke cautiously, almost like he was slowly approaching a wild animal. “okay, Glenn. what are you doing here?”

“my group has been keeping track of that hoard. i went to check on it but i saw they were all coming after you. figured you needed help.” he explained.

“i don’t need your help. or your groups help. you can go back to them now and leave me the hell alone.” you hissed out.

“are you out here alone?” he asked, ignoring everything you just said. “yeah, i am. why the fuck does it matter to you?”

“if you come back with me, you’ll be safer than you are now. we have food, water, and everything you’ll need.” he offered, he had a trusting voice, but you couldn’t give in so soon.

you scoffed, “how dumb do you think i am? for all i know, your entire group are just a bunch of freaks waiting to kill me right when i get there.”

“we won’t kill you unless you give us a reason to kill you.” he stated firmly. “we know the difference between good and bad.”

“good for you.” you told him. “now leave. i don’t need your help.”

“you don’t have any food or water, what are you gonna do when you can’t find any at all? give up? if you want to live, then come with me and my group. we have what you need to survive.” he said, his voice raising slightly.

the two of you stared at each other for a long while. you didn’t know what to think. Glenn was certainly the nicest person you’ve run into in this apocalypse, but something inside you just kept telling you to run and stay away from them.

“you don’t have to trust us right away.” Glenn spoke up again. “but in this world now, we’re the good guys. whether you see it or not, we are.”

“fine.” you spoke. “i’ll come with you. but if any of you try to hurt me, i’ll have every single one of your heads sliced off your bodies in seconds.”

he chuckled, “you’re definitely gonna get along with someone in my group. what’s your name, by the way?”

“Y/N.” you responded as you started to follow him to wherever he was going. it still felt insane to do this, but you couldn’t turn down food or water. especially since you haven’t been having any luck in finding any. 

“Y/N,” he repeated. “we’re not far from where we’re staying right now. just a few minutes away.” you nodded. while he walked mindlessly through the woods, you kept checking your surroundings.

the rest of the walk was silent. and after a few more minutes, a barn came into your sight. “we’re staying here for now. until we find a safer place. but we just escaped some bad people so this was the best we could find.”

you shrugged, “it’s better than any place i stayed in.”

he stopped at the door, and put his hand out in front of you. “stay here for a moment. everyone gets defensive when there’s a new person.”

“oh, good.��� you mumbled under your breath. Glenn opened the barn door lightly and peeked his head in.

“hey, guys? i uh, i found someone.” he spoke hesitantly. he then motioned his hand for you to walk inside the barn with him. you walked in slowly.

immediately, everyone had raised every weapon they were holding at you. you dropped the machete and put your hands up to show you weren’t going to hurt them.

“guys, this is-“

“Y/N?” another voice cut Glenn off. the way they said it was so familiar… and so comforting, but it couldn’t have been what you were thinking. that’s impossible, right?

you looked over in the direction of the voice, and then they lowered their gun and their face became visible. “oh my god,” you choked out.

“Rosita.” you whispered. she stepped out from where she was standing, and didn’t waste a second to run at you, engulfing you in the tightest hug. “you’re alive.” she cried into your neck.

“you know each other?” Glenn asked. Rosita removed her head from your neck, taking your face in both of her hands and pulling you into a deep kiss.

Glenn looked at the others with wide eyes, and they all mirrored the same look.

“are you okay?!” Rosita asked worriedly after pulling away from the kiss. “are- are you bit? or scratched or-“

“i’m fine, Ro.” you chuckled, your demeanor completely changing within those few minutes. “just a bit bloody. was fighting a hoard.”

“i found Y/N fighting the hoard we were keeping track of. almost couldn’t get her to come back with me.” Glenn told Rosita. she turned back to you, “why were you fighting it alone? do you even have food? or water?”

you shook your head. Rosita looked over at the rest of the group, who were still looking at you like you were an alien that just flew down from space. “can someone get a bottle of water and a can of something?”

one guy stood up and started to dig through one of the many bags that lied around the floor. while he did so, Rosita pulled you into a corner of the barn.

“why were you fighting it alone?” she asked, “you could’ve gotten hurt. or bit, Y/N. and with no food?!”

“i had nowhere to go and they just kept coming. my only choice was to kill them. and- i couldn’t find any food. i haven’t for days. even the fucking squirrels are gone.” for a reason you didn’t understand, Rosita laughed at that last sentence. you furrowed your eyebrows and was about to ask what was funny, but then the man came up to you with food and water.

“Y/N, this is Rick Grimes. he’s the leader of our group.” Rosita explained as he handed you everything. “Rick, thank you.” you told him.

“of course. is it… okay if i ask you a few questions?” you opened your mouth to respond, but Rosita talked first. “not now, Rick. just let me be with her for a while.”

he nodded understandingly. you sat down on the floor as you opened the can, digging right into the food. you didn’t care what it was or how bad it tasted, you would eat anything that was offered at this point.

“i thought you died.” Rosita said quietly. “i-i went to your house after it broke out, and you were already gone. it was empty.” her voice cracked slightly as the memory came back to her.

“i spent so long looking for you. and- in order to think clearly about this, i had to assume you were dead.” you set the can down and moved closer to her. she leaned her forehead on yours, “i thought you were dead, too.” you admitted in a whisper.

“fighting like this, i did it for you. staying strong no matter what the truth was, i’m still here because i did it for you.”

Rosita connected your lips once more. you forgot how heavenly this felt, her lips moving in sync with yours perfectly. “i love you so much.” she whispered against your lips.

“i love you too, Ro. i’ll never stop loving you.” you whispered back, connecting your lips once more.

#rosita espinosa #rosita espinosa x reader #rosita espinosa x fem!reader #rosita twd #twd rosita #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd #twd x reader

[brocflowers]

Of A Particular Quality

Chapter 7: In and out the Eagle

Thankfully, Beraht didn’t ask for a mess or a message today, just for it to be done. She is a honorable man, when she can choose to be, and today she has a choice. She will make it fast. She will make it painless. Her opponent will not needlessly suffer.

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She realizes very quickly that she’s underestimated the building’s ability to muffle sound. The noise hits her like a wall as soon as the door is open, and makes her flinch.

She forces herself to cross the threshold anyway.

There’s about two dozen people inside Tapster’s, none in groups any larger than three, all scattered about to various places in the room. Nowhere near the building’s capacity, a fraction of the number of people that the bar handles nightly, but unfortunately for Brosca they are all talking at exactly the same time. 

And one of them is singing. No, two of them. Two people, singing different songs on opposite ends of the building. And the owner is loudly telling off a barmaid. And somewhere unseen, a mug hits the ground and rings metallic through the whole room, which leads to more telling-off. And and and.

Brosca steps inside fully, door closing behind her, and then the smell hits.

The air is warm, and it reeks of moss wine and ale and the stale pooling of both on the floor, growing new life in the corners no one sees and, therefore, no one cleans. There’s frying nug-skin, hot mushrooms, the scent of many sweating bodies. Various perfumes. The strange dirts that surfacers track in on their boots. A trace of vomit that wasn’t mopped up as well as it should have been. 

She wrinkles her nose at it involuntarily. It’s a lot. It’s too much. But as much as she’s not happy that she’s only two steps in the door and already overwhelmed and irritated, there is some cold comfort in the fact that she is definitely, definitely, no longer hungry.

“Must’ve been busy last night,” Leske says.

“What makes you say that?”

“It fucking stinks in here.” He claps her on the shoulder, hard enough it makes her jolt, then squeezes. “Put your mean face on, kid, I gotta talk to the barman.”

Brosca pulls the loose square scarf around her neck up over her nose and mouth, careful to leave her brand mostly visible. It’s meant more for keeping out soot and miasma than scents, but it smells like herself, like the soap Rica washes their clothes in, like her house, and that cuts through it somewhat. It’s better than nothing.

Eyebrows pulled together, she ducks her head and follows him to the bar.

The big guy who runs Tapster’s has a name, but Brosca always manages to forget it. She knows him by sight though, short brown hair, beard cut close everywhere but his upper lip. He’s more soft meat than muscle, and wears copper in his ears and discreet silver around his neck. Some money, but not much, and what he does have he keeps careful track off. Not worth pickpocketing unless you’re desperate.

He’s just finished his dressing down of the barmaid when they step up to the counter, and scowls at the sight of their brands.

“We don’t serve the gangue here. Get out before I call the guard.”

Leske puts his palms on the counter anyways, rocks foreward and puts his weight on them so he’s in the other man’s face. Brosca takes her usual place next to but slightly behind him, body angled outwards toward the rest of the room just enough so that she can see both it and whoever Leske is talking to, hand resting on the hilt of her knife. It’s clear, without being so obvious as to attract undue attention, that she’s the muscle. That she’s watching his back, that she’s ready.

“Are you deaf? I said we don’t serve brands. Out.”

Brosca frowns behind her scarf. It isn’t even true. Lots of casteless drink at Tapster’s. Everyone in her neighborhood knows it. She’s had drinks in Tapster’s, and she doesn’t even drink. He’s just making a show for his caste customers. If they’d come in less obviously, or when it was busier and with their brands harder to spot, he would’ve sold to them without blinking. 

Like so many places, Tapster’s was more than willing to take casteless coin, so long as no one had to deal with the humiliation of actually being seen with one.

“Don’t act like you don’t know who we are,” Leske says.

The barman looks at him for a long moment, then looks at Brosca.

It’s not hard for her to put on her mean face, all the movement and sounds and scents in the room around her already have her feeling like she wants to kill something, so she doesn’t have to pretend. She squares her shoulders a little to seem bigger, glares at him over her scarf, rubs her thumb over the pommel of her knife meaningfully.

He looks away.

“I already paid Beraht for this month.”

“We aren’t here to collect, Budimir, we’re looking for someone.”

(Budimir. Budimir Budimir Budimir. She doesn’t know how she always forgets that one.)

Budimir makes a frustrated noise, looks around uncomfortably.

“Hurry up and tell me who so I can get you out of here.”

Leske leans in so that his elbows rest on the counter. Arms crossed, stomach overlapping the edge. Putting as much of his Ancestor-forsaken body on Budimir’s nice stone countertop as possible, making it clear he intends to be there for a while.

Budimir seems unhappy, but he doesn’t say anything about it.

“Name’s Oskias. Me and my friend heard that he’s camped out here.”

“Never heard of him.”

“Brosca?”

She turns and takes a heavy, purposeful step towards the counter. Pulls her shoulder back and unsheathes her knife just enough that a glint of metal is visible. 

Budimir backs away in a hurry. Hands up in front of his chest, palms out.

“Oh for fuck’s- fine, fine.”

Leske gestures at her, and she backs off. Releases the hilt of her knife so it slips back into its sheath.

Budimir goes back to his spot, mumbling something that sounds a lot like “fucking animals” under his breath as he brushes off the front of his shirt in an attempt to appear composed.

“He’s in the back, near the smaller fireplace. Merchant caste, red hair, no beard. He’s dressed all… surfacer-like, the fucking idiot. Sticks out like a sore thumb, ya can’t miss him.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard.” Leske pushes himself up to standing, “tell your girl not to bother with his table. We don’t want to be disturbed.”

Budimir nods, hesitates.

“Hey, how-” he clears his throat, lowers his voice a little, “how mad is he at this guy, exactly? Beraht, that is.”

“Oh, extremely.”

Budimir makes a face. If pressed, Brosca would have to call it a wince.

“Try not to make too much of a mess?”

Leske laughs. 

“No promises.” He nods to her, a signal to follow. “Brosca.”

I can promise, she thinks, but says nothing as she falls into step behind Leske, follows the path he’s cutting through the bar’s many tables. She’s not a sadist, she doesn’t like dragging things out or making a mess. 

Thankfully, Beraht didn’t ask for either today, just for it to be done. She is a honorable man, when she can choose to be, and today she has a choice. She will make it fast. She will make it painless. Her opponent will not needlessly suffer. She can promise.

Leske’s sheathed sword catches on a chair as he passes, jolting it. The chair’s occupant turns, half-rises, but sits back down after she growls at him, the warning clearly enough. 

Dark brown hair, blue eyes, thick beard, gold jewelry. He seems familiar, but she can’t place him. She keeps moving.

As promised, they find Davedna sitting in an odd little corner near the back, a place where you’re out of the way, but still visible. Seen but ignored, unless you do something specific to call attention to yourself. Brosca thinks it was clever of him. A good choice.

He does look odd, though. Surfacers always look odd, you can tell what they are, usually, just by looking at them. Brosca does think he could have been a bit smarter with that. Made himself smaller. 

Leske makes a gesture near his hip, a flick downwards with two fingers, and Brosca nods, even though he can’t see her.

The table is empty, Davedna is alone, running the tip of his finger around the rim of his cup as he looks at the fire. They split apart a few feet away from the table, Leske going to stand beside him on the right while Brosca curves around the table to stand by his left.

He startles, when he finally notices them, but by then its too late. The already have him boxed in.

“What’s going on?”

“You’re a hard man to find, Oskias,” Leske says, bracing his hand against the back of his chair and leaning in, looming over him, “it’s tiring, looking for you.”

A quick look-over reveals that he’s unarmed, so she wastes no time getting up in his space. Her boot bumps up against a bag half-hidden beneath the chair as she’s getting into position, and she bends down to pick it up. It’s nice, albeit a little worn. Good leather and heavy fabric, strong seams. It seems mostly empty, and Brosca feels a little spark of hope. Maybe he isn’t stealing. Maybe she doesn’t have to kill him.

“That’s mine.”

Brosca ignores him. He tries to stand, but Leske pushes him back down. 

“Hey you can’t just- this is a public place, that’s my property, you can’t-”

She tosses the bag in a short arc over the top of him. Leske catches it, and Davedna squawks in protest as he starts searching it.

“I know people! I’ll have you know that I am under the personal protection of Anor Beraht-”

Leske laughs. It’s mean, but genuine.

“Personal protection, huh?”

“Yes!”

“And what’s he going to do when he finds out you’re cheating him?”

Davedna pales. He turns to Brosca, and she stares him down silently. She’s big and scary, especially with her face covered, arms crossed over her chest to make herself seem even bigger, the knife in her belt is right at his eye level. She sees it in his face the moment he realizes that this isn’t something he can brush off, that it’s real. She sees it also, the moment he realizes that they have him boxed in. That her wedging her leg in-between his knee and the table has effectively pinned him. That he can’t move without moving her first.

He smiles at her with all his nice, white teeth, body language changing completely. A cornered animal, rolling over to show you its stomach. It makes her stomach twist up. 

She narrows her eyes at him, and he turns back to Leske in a real hurry.

“Look,” he says, almost pleasantly, “I-I’ve always been loyal to Beraht. He’s been good to my family, I know how much I owe him.”

Leske upends the bag’s contents onto the table. Various small personal items scatter over the stone surface. A comb, a brush for teeth, a small bottle of liquid, a near-empty coin purse, a stray two coppers, a pebble, dust. She looks over the pile for evidence of close family. A wife, children, nephews, even. She finds none, and is sickeningly relieved for it.

Leske drags his fingers through the dust, rubs it between the pads of his thumb and pointer fingers together, holds them more to the light. There’s something almost shiny about it. A fine rock dust mixed in with the gray dirt that glitters when you look at it from the right angle.

Davedna shifts in his seat.

“If you’re so thankful then why are you holding out on him?”

“I haven’t.” He looks up at Brosca. “I wouldn’t.”

It’s not very convincing. She arches her eyebrow at him, and he shrinks back.

“Really, I-I wouldn’t. It’s not in my nature.”

Leske picks the bag back up, starts feeling around the inside of it.

“You won’t find anything.”

“What’s this?” Leske says, as if he hadn’t spoken. “Got a little extra pocket hidden in the lining here? Bit lumpy. Where’s the opening…”

“Okay, fine. I have- I do have some lyrium ore.” He says, very quickly. “I have a little deal with one of the mining families and- if it worked out I was going to bring Beraht his cut I swear. I-I’d be crazy not to.”

“Suicidal, one might say.”

Leske is clearly struggling with the bag, feeling around blindly, practically turning it inside out trying to find where the lining opens up. She would offer to help, but he’d probably get mad at her for it. She addresses Davedna instead.

“How much did you take?”

“Not much,” he assures her, “just twenty-five sovereigns, that’s all.”

She thinks she misheard him, at first, and when it finally settles the amount makes her feel dizzy.

Leske’s clearly grown impatient with the bag, here’s a sound of fabric ripping, and Davedna flinches. Twenty-five sovereigns. You could gather all her neighbors together and they wouldn’t have a quarter of that between them. It’s baffling to hear him talk about it so casually, or to imagine a sum like that belonging to just one person, or even just being in just one place all at once, for any length of time.

She could do so much, if she had twenty-five sovereigns in her pocket. She imagines nice bedding, good blades, meat for dinner every night of her life. Gold jewelry for Rica’s wrists and shiny pins for her hair.

“This doesn’t seem like twenty-five sovereigns to me.” Leske says, pulling two lumpy, purple stones out of Davedna’s bag and placing them on the table by his other things.

She’s never seen raw lyrium in person before, she realizes. Too low down to be involved in that part of the business, even tangentially. She sat near a crate of the stuff once, while waiting for Jarvia to come shout at her, but she never saw the inside of it. Could feel it, though, through the wood. It made the hair on her neck stand up on end.

She leans across Davedna to pick one of the lumps up, rolls it between her fingers. Blueish-purple. Mishapen, with a smooth suface like glass. She sort of wants to put it in her mouth, imagines it would feel good against her teeth and tongue. Knowing it’ll make her sick comes at a great disappointment. 

It’s very beautiful, but it doesn’t seem like enough to justify all the trouble people go through for it. All the money, all the killing, all for this. And they don’t even keep it whole. It gets ground up, put it in a bottle where you can’t even see it.

Twenty-five sovereigns.

“No, no most of it is with my buyers on the surface. I just picked up a few pieces down here.”

“Who do you sell it to?” she asks, more to satisfy her own curiosity than anything else.

“All sorts,” Davedna babbles, “Surface-surfacers use it all the time. Mages for their spells, smiths in their weapons, templars who aren’t- it’s always a sure thing, if you know who to offer it to. Folks’ll pay good coin not to have to go through the Chantry, you know?”

Brosca doesn’t know, but she pretends she does.

“Anyways I just, I sold it all off and I took the money and ran.” He catches himself, eyes wide. “B-back to Beraht, that is. To share the profits.”

“Hm.”

“Sure,” Leske says, rolling his eyes so only Brosca can see, “Right. And how long has this been going on?”

“Not long! I mean- I’m not-I’m not a cheat,” he turns to Brosca again. She wonders why he seems to think that she’s in charge. “I’m not cheating him.” 

She stares at him. He falters. 

“What I mean is… this is my first time?”

“Is that a question?” Leske asks

Davedna shows his teeth again. It feels a lot like watching a man dig a hole, worrying all the while about how deep it’s getting. She feels bad for him. She can’t help it.

He looks at Leske, just as stone-faced as she is, and then back at her. His shoulders slump.

“Okay. Okay I know I fucked up. I just-” He swallows. “Please don’t kill me.”

It’s hard to look at him. His wet, doomed eyes. His desperate expression. She keeps her face flat, looks at Leske instead.

“Sounds like a confession to me,” he says, “Brosca?”

She growls under her breath quitely, shifts her stance, hand on the hilt of her knife.

“Hold him still.”

“No! No wait-”

Leske puts his left hand against Davedna’s chest and leans in with his whole weight, pressing him back while using his other hand to pin his wrist against the arm of the chair. Brosca does the same to the wrist on her side, and bends her knee so it presses into his in a way that may or may not hurt, but definitely keeps him from moving it.

It happens fast. He struggles, but fruitlessly, and too late. They have him pinned.

Brosca goes for her knife.

“I’ll give it back!” Davedna says, half-shouting, “I-I’ll find more! I’ll get Beraht double what he makes in a year. You don’t-triple. I’ll get him triple! Just, just don’t-”

They lose their grip on him for a second, she shifts her grip more towards his elbow, growls in frustration. Why does he have to make this so hard.

“Stop squirming,” she tells him, “it will hurt less.”

If she does it right, she’ll cut the big artery in his neck and his windpipe clean through on the first shot, and he’ll twitch and struggle for a moment and then-and then stop. She’s done it before, and from her perspective, it doesn’t even seem to hurt that much, it’s just scary, but not for very long. 

Her knife slides smoothly from it’s sheath. Clean through the neck, one side to the other. Cut the artery, cut the windpipe, if you can. It’s barely even killing, when you think about it, it’s butchering. Same thing you do to nugs. It’s awful, really, how close it is. How similar the task.

(Except nugs don’t beg. They’re never nearly as scared. They’re small, easier to hold still. And she’s never cried herself to sleep over a nug.)

He squirms again, tries to pull his chin in towards his chest. Leske makes a frustrated noise and shifts enough to get his hand free, puts it heavily on top of Davedna’s head and pulls it back and to the side, exposing his neck. Giving her a clean shot.

“It was a mistake, it was one mistake. It’s-it’s just a bunch of rocks,” his voice breaks, reedy and desperate, on the verge of tears, “you’d kill me for that?”

She doesn’t usually talk to them, during. But then again, they rarely ask such direct questions.

“I’m sorry,” she says, gently as she can manage, bringing the blade up near his throat, “I wish there was another way.”

“There is! There is, you can- you can let me go. I’ll give you the lyrium, you can sell it, do whatever you want with it and I won’t tell anyone. You’ll never see me again.”

Twenty-five sovereigns, she thinks, but dismisses it quickly, shakes her head.

“If I help you Beraht will come after me next.” She adjusts her grip, “I have people at home, ser, I can’t risk it.”

Leske shoots her a look, and she hears his voice in her head along with it. Stop talking to the mushroom food, kid, we don’t have all day. 

She’s just doing what she has to do, and it’s just for right now. It won’t always be like this. 

Deep breath, preparation for the movement. It’s just like nugs, she tells herself, it’s just like killing nugs. It won’t always be like this, it won’t-

Davedna grabs her arm, digs his fingers in-between the gaps in her leathers the way a scared child would fist their hands in their mother’s skirts. It startles her, delays her from making the killing motion.

“What would you want if it was you?”

She stills.

A moment passes, another. The bar seems quiet, suddenly, she can feel Leske’s eyes on her. The skin of Davedna’s throat is pale, smooth and unblemished, so very close to the edge of her blade. She thinks about the flesh parting under the metal, thinks about cleaning his blood off of it later. Scrubbing it out of the creases in her hands, scraping it out from her fingernails and cuticles. She thinks about doing the guilt, again, the trying to forget, again. She thinks about the lyrium on the table. 

“You good, kid?”

Brosca exhales.

Beraht’s going to kill her anyways.

“I’m good,” she says, “can you follow my lead for a moment?”

“Uh, sure?”

He sounds really confused. Brosca doesn’t blame him.

“We’re taking this outside,” she tells Davedna, “this is the only chance you have at getting out of this, so do what I say and don’t try anything smart, got it?”

Davedna swallows, the stone in his throat bobbing. He nods.

“Got it.”

“Because it won’t work. I’m faster than you.”

“Right.”

“And much stronger.” 

“I believe you.”

“Good. Leske, let him go.”

Hesitantly, Leske does what she says. 

Davedna looks relieved for a moment, she cuts it short by baring her teeth, yanking him to standing as roughly as she can. It seems to do the trick.

“Move.”

#of a particularly quality #mountain sound

[archivalofsins]

My toxic Milgram fan trait is wanting to normalize being a little hater. Like actually stop trying to justify voting a character Guilty it's so fucking pointless and drenched in hypocrisy it'd be much simpler to say I hate them and move on.

Oh, but Gunsli, you wouldn't do that with a character, would you? Yes, and I plan too. I don't think people understand how little I care about people knowing my biases and exactly why I have them. So, for anyone interested in knowing.

Yeah, I hate Kotoko on an ideological level.

I am not interested in her second song, her crime none of it- I fucking hate this lady. The best Milgram is getting from me is either abstaining from voting or voting her guilty every fucking day of those three months. Bu-but why? Well, I don't really have to explain why I can just hate her like I said. I don't need a reason.

Well, it's because she jumped the other prisoners right- Because she jumped Mikoto and threatened to kill him, right? And you like Mikoto that's your bias, right?

22/12/15 (Kotoko’s Birthday)

Mikoto: Ah, Koto-chan. It’s been a while. Both of us have kinda split off from the group, but how’ve things been? A lot’s happened, but fr now let’s try to get along. I mean, it’s your birthday today, right? I got the feeling nobody else was going to do anything, so I came to celebrate.

Kotoko: ……how carefree. It doesn’t matter, a villain like you won’t be forgiven next time either. And when that time comes, it’ll be the end for you. I’ll make sure of it myself.

Mikoto: Ahh?? Just try and do it, you nutjob. I’ll crush anyone who hurts me…… You’re gonna be totally beaten at your own game……! [TN: The word “me” here uses first person pronoun “boku”.]

Kotoko: Hm. The border between the two is getting a lot vaguer. Your entire existence is a crime. And I will see you’re punished for it. That is what Milgram, and Es, and I have chosen.

Like, Gunsli I could understand if you didn't want to vote her Innocent because of that we all have our favorites we're only human.

Mikoto ain't a bitch like Shidou he can take care of himself. I ain't worried about ya'll girl she ain't about it, she a coward, she needed to order weapons because she really ain't that good. Hope she ordered herself a shield during trial two because she's going to need it. I'm sorry Mikoto better figure it out. Love him but uh nothing I can do about that if he gets killed by Kotoko I'll just be disappointed in him.

Outside of that I already didn't like her before she did that stuff. Well, damn what the fuck did she do? Nothing but be herself. I don't like her. I don't believe she's a good person. I don't think she's doing what she's doing now or did what she did before for anything other than the satisfaction of herself.

I find her mentality a direct threat to my personal safety for various reasons and will not support it. How about any of you guys try growing up and going to high school during the resurgence of fascism? Having people walk around armed with military grade weapons as you're just trying to get a book from a bookstore. All while stating they're going to make the world better through violence and see how you feel about people with Kotoko's mindset afterward.

See how any of you feel about it when you're at the receiving end of constant persecution based solely on how people like you are reported on in the news. Something that is never biased, as we know.

Like she was doing a good thing- To some in some people's opinion! I don't have time to argue about why this sort of mindset is dangerous to people who've never lost a thing from it, and I'm not gonna! I'm tapping out before her trial even starts. I did my investigation already I do not care.

So, everybody can miss me with that she killed bad guys shit because I recognize that I just think she's just as bad as they are and knows it.

I'm never voting her Innocent (Forgiven), it's a kindness I'm even considering not voting her at all. Unless I'm getting something out of voting her that way like a secured Amane and Mikoto Innocent verdict she can kick rocks.

Fuck her, the ideology she espouses, her justifications, the hill she lives on, the hill she'll die on and the horse she rode in on.

The worse sort of person to me is some nosey entitled son-of-a-bitch that comes into my life telling me their actions are going to make the world better by any means. So, if I have a problem with how they do things I can either shut up or they'll shut me up. Because useless weaklings should just be quiet and let themselves be protected by them.

Fuck that I'm not agreeing with that because that sort of thinking ends with people who look like me dead. Someone would have to have me all the way fucked up if they thought I'd agree to letting her of everyone here back out into society. There are enough people like that in my immediate vicinity to my ever-growing discomfort already.

So, yeah normalize hating a bitch for no reason. Normalize not having to explain yourself because I'm not about to hurt my own feelings trying to explain how this mentality is dangerous and harmful to people who don't care. Because they'll never see this behavior as the issue it is.

Simply put it's not about anyone else's ability to understand my reasoning behind my actions. The thing most important to me is that I understand the reasoning behind my beliefs, and I at least put forth an effort to interrogate those. Even if through interrogating those things I arrive right back at the answer I started with.

I at least understand why people like Kotoko at the end of the day and recognize this is my bias alone. While fundamentally understanding how someone feels about any of the characters in Milgram doesn't define who they are as a person or what they're willing to let others get away with in the real world. So, I don't feel like I have to defend disliking anyone or how I vote a character because it's my opinion.

I'm just gonna do what's best for me and keep it moving. If she wasn't a character in a piece of media, I'd care more, but she is. So, I can recognize her good qualities. Those are however outweighed by the multiple red flags and sirens consistently going off every second because of my background belting the words,

WARNING! WARNING! IMMINENT THREAT TO SAFETY!

As though I've entered a fucking sundown town at sunset. There is nothing in me that doubts this bitch would commit a hate crime and is therefore someone just unsafe for me to be around. Avid defenders would be like "Um sweety is it a hate crime to get rid of child abductors and criminals?"

I don't know, has anyone seen the film The Birth of A Nation or looked over the historical context around criminality? Or just read how the news reports on people who deviate from norms committing crimes regularly in contrast to how they report on the dominant culture committing crimes? No, I don't think anyone put that much effort into interrogating the ideology of the good looking subtly gender nonconforming lady.

Because they said oh bad guy bad, news said so- So, they deserve to be killed Kotoko is so right go off girl boss.

So here,

Kellie-Jay & the Neo-Nazis | Shaun One hour, fifty-six minute, and fifty-seven seconds long.

How Police Make Up The Law (ft. LegalEagle) | Philosophy Tube Forty-eight minutes and fifty-six seconds long.

The Hidden Rules of Modern Society | Philosophy Tube Forty-four minutes and fifty-four seconds.

The Americanisation of Blackness. TheStoryteller Twenty-eight minutes and fifty-seven seconds.

Triumph of the Will, or, "Yes, You Might Be a Fascist" | Cinema Antifa Twenty-two minutes and fifty-three seconds long.

How Black Americans Monopolized Racism Foreign Man in a Foreign Land Eighteen minutes and twenty-three seconds.

The Cultural Gentrification of Black Britain | EXODUS TheStoryteller Fourteen minutes and ten seconds.

The Need for Gangs? | TheStoryteller Twelve minutes and twenty-six seconds.

Why You Shouldn't Watch The Birth of a Nation (AND WHY YOU SHOULD) | Brows Held High Ten minutes and forty-nine seconds long.

There's a lot of videos that go over a good deal of the things I think about when considering Kotoko's case and mentality. So, anyone interested can go and take a look over this information and think for themselves whatever they want. I won't be discussing this because a lot of people in my opinion are very willing to cut off their brains and let Kotoko get away with whatever just to make themselves feel good.

People liked to discuss how Futa was radicalized through the Internet yet continue to ignore the clear radicalization of Kotoko through mainstream media. People all over widely accept everything put into mainstream media as true or unbiased. Because unlike the internet people believe mainstream media cannot lie without repercussions. Yet this is not always the case and the fact that Kotoko is so willing to end other people's lives over uncertain or extraordinarily little information based off the bias judgements of others as she continues to do even now is an issue to me and something I do not personally agree with.

Especially considering how mainstream media can be biased and get things wrong. She's just looking at what appears to be a more reputable source, a source with more authority than the internet mob then going it must be true because they said it. Just like how no one fact checked Es when they claimed that they were considered an adult in Puerto Rico and Haiti because why would Es lie? Why would the news lie? When has law enforcement ever forced a confession out of anyone or arrested the wrong person.

As a news article sits in Harrow about the jumping, we know Kotoko did with the police stating they assume the assaulter was a man. Not even going into the news articles that stated people paid to have information buried. But yeah, the information she had is much more concrete than whatever the hell Futa was basing his shit off of.

#gunsli rambles

[synthe4u]

.cod #5

A/N: I INTRODUCE MY 'DREAMS' aka my writings that would only make sense if I was dreaming (they're not actual dreams)

This will include misspelling, missed punctuation, military inaccuracies, etc. This is not meant to be serious writing. It's more of a hit and run; confusion and never gonna get back to you. i have warned you.

masterlist

No man left behind, but what if Y/n did get left behind. An accident? Or maybe on purpose

“S-shit, guys!” “Evac landing” “Ghost, shit,” they coughed through the smoke. “Fuck damnit,” a few shots went through the air. Nicking his arm but going through his leg. Y/n fell onto one knee, “Ghost! Soap! Anyone?!” They called out for help but none came. They tried their comms but it was broken. No one was coming “Evac now leaving” They looked up to try and see the heli leaving but no sight of it, there was too much smoke.

-

“Hey, guys, where’s Y/n?” Soap asked, the heli was already halfway to base. The guys looked around the aircraft and had no sign of him. They knew he wasn’t in the body bags, they checked each one for enemies. Last time an enemy came through a body bag and nearly leaked their information when they came back to base.

-

You pull out a cigarette, lighting it. Getting mesmerized by the lighter before putting it away. You blew smoke out and looked around.

“Goddamn, this is some good weed” “Got any to share?” Someone was nearby. “Got a penny?” You didn’t care if it was an enemy, your men had left you whether it was on accident or purpose. I mean I know you had your fits with the pilot here and there but it wasn’t that bad.

“I have a euro” “It’ll do”

The person came closer and you got a better view of them. They wore a mask covering their mouth and nose.

“Heyo” “Pass the weed?”

You passed them the stick and they pulled down their mask. There was a scar on their left cheek.

“How’d you get that one?”

The man puffed out the smoke, “that is some good weed. Get what?”

“The scar,” you pointed to your own cheek

“Oh, some guy pulled a knife on me on the street” “Some short story that was” “Haha.” “What are you doing here?” “I’m here to collect the bodies” “One man?” “My team is lazy” “What don’t you kill me?” “You gave me good weed, a hard thing to get out here.” “Would’ve never thought”

The man offered to pull you up out of your sitting position. You grabbed his hand, and yall just stood there.

“Where to now?” “Up to you, I already collected all the bodies” “Do you wanna walk around?” “In a war zone where many have died? Sure” “When you say it like that, it makes it seem bad” “Isn’t it bad?” “It is.”

You both walked around encountering other people who were chill with you being there even though you were their previous enemy.

“Y’all make it seem like y’all are gonna come and stab me when I’m not looking” “Why?” “The kindness is a little much for me”

They go out to hug you and you try to pull away

“Hey! Let go!” “You just need some affection” “I don’t wanna be fuzzy” “Too bad”

Meanwhile as Y/n made a new friend, The base

The boys were down because they lost a friend. He was likely KIA but they didn’t find their body so they’re labeled as MIA.

A call suddenly rang through the base. No one called unless it was important plus not many knew the number to the phone. So it was weird

Price went to answer it, “Hello?”

“Hey Price, so funny story I’m living life rn, like actually. I’m at a resort with these people and it’s like oh my gosh. Can I stay?”

“Y/n?” Price was confused and shocked “Yes captain?” “You’re alive?” “Yes captain”

Soap being. The nosey body he is was listening to the conversation and told the others in the room that y/n was alive. The others were shocked as well to know they were alive.

Soap also told them he was staying at a resort.

Gaz heard that and replied, “What?!” He threw his hands up, “they said they would go with me!”

Soap also told them you wanted to stay but Price said no.

Y/n being lazy told them to come pick them up in a fancy car to make it seem like they’re rich.

Y/n exchanged numbers with the people he was with and told them he was leaving. The others were down of course but knew that y/n would return next time he had his leave as what he had said.

#synthe4u 'dreams' #synthe4u #cod x reader #call of duty #cod imagine #cod price #captain price #cod gaz #cod kyle #cod soap #abandoned reader #straight copy and paste from notes #wrote this: may 3/2023 #you prolly can tell i want a vacation #please i wanna be rich...

[dee-dee-monster]

Then Out of the Aether - (Chapter 2)

Summary: Eddie spots a spy at game night. He learns a little more of what you’re all about. 

Chapter word count: 5,800

Chapter warnings: none! A little reader insecurity

A/N: Multi-chapter slow burn. Henderson!Reader.

Click here to find previous chapters

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Anyone who knows Eddie knows he gets a giddy sort of high during an evening with the D&D crew. 

He has to put time and effort into fleshing-out a campaign, and it all comes to fruition when he and the guys actually play.  It's enthralling to see them get wrapped up in the world  he’s created. To see them enjoy the tour through his imagination. 

And getting let in on their creativity, too? 

Fucking fantastic. 

An honest, natural exchange. 

He enjoys basking in it.  He’s happy to linger around with the guys and talks over the surprises and choices of the night’s gameplay. 

He’s almost always the last to leave.  Not tonight, though. 

Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair are hanging around and chatting his ear off. They’re still new but enthusiastic, which he can only appreciate, really.  A few weeks in and they are finding their flow with the group, but they still worry whether they’re truly settling in. Like they think he’ll kick them out if they don’t live up to whatever they imagine he wants. 

He won’t. 

Fuck that. 

These boys need Hellfire like Eddie had needed Hellfire.  Needs  Hellfire. They deserved to know high school doesn’t have to be shit. That they can find their people. 

(Or, as had been the case, their people will find them.)

Henderson is in the middle of wondering if they should tell Will about the campaign or if it will make him jealous when Eddie sees you. He’s heard about this Will and his love of D&D before, but the kid doesn’t go to Hawkins anymore so there’s nothing Eddie can do about that. 

No, no… he’s distracted now. 

Unless he is very much seeing things – and he hasn’t taken anything that would make him suspect he’s hallucinating – your head had just popped around the door jamb.  You’d disappeared quickly, though.

Maybe he wouldn’t have even trusted his peripheral vision if he hadn’t also thought he saw you walk past earlier. 

Curious. 

But Eddie likes curious, so he ditches the conversation and strolls out into the hallway to investigate.  Sure e-fucking-nough.

There you are. 

 You don’t look like much of a sneak leaning up against a chipped locker, but he can’t think of many reasons for you to be lurking around school on a Friday evening. You’re a bit of a nerd, or whatever, but nobody likes school this much. 

“Well, well…thought I spotted a spy…”

Should he…be flattered? 

Maybe weirded out?

You blink at him innocently enough, but there’s no telling if that’s genuine. 

“A spy?” 

“Mmhmm…” Eddie crosses one arm over his chest and props the other on it so he can rub his fingers over his chin. “I just can’t decide whether or not it’s for hostile purposes…” 

His scrutiny only appears to fluster you a little – something he’s found to be on-brand for you. After a few moments to process, you steel up. 

Ready to play. 

He likes that. You seem to get him, sometimes. 

“Oh, I’m definitely here to infiltrate the party for devious reasons…” 

You’re nowhere near scary, but color him delighted by the correct lingo! Then again, you had known what you were seeing when you spotted his DM’s Guide.

…what does he have on his hands?

“Well,” Eddie contains his surprise in favor of keeping the stern visage he’d already adopted. “In that case I’ll be forced t—”  He is interrupted by Henderson, of all fucking people. He darts from the room, sidles himself in front of Eddie, and wiggles right up into your space like it’s the easiest thing. 

What’s more is how you allow it. 

You hardly even react. 

“Oh my god  – such a good session!” he cheers right at you. 

Your smile is indulgent and crinkles into your eyes, which Eddie certainly cannot comprehend. Dustin’s a neat kid and all, but still. Shit. 

“I’ll give you the play-by-play”

“Henderson–” Eddie chides. 

“Great”

…?

No way. You can’t actually mean that. 

You just can’t. 

“--but can I pull the car around?” Dustin plows on, completely unaware of Eddie’s confusion.

Frankly, it’s morphing slowly into a full existential crisis. 

You just roll your eyes and flick up a key ring to dangle a few inches above Henderson’s head.  

“Only if you’re careful” 

What is this? 

No. 

Really. 

What is even happening?

“Absolutely. Done.” 

“And …” you pause. “You cannot tell mom.” 

Oh!

Fucking oh. 

A simple solution. The simplest, really.

“I’m sorry. Do I look like an imbecile?” the Freshman bristles up at the suggestion he might run and snitch to their mommy. 

“Well…” Eddie pipes in. 

“I mean…” you shrug. 

“Shut up!” Dustin looks back around at Eddie and then to  you. “Can I do this or not?” 

“Make the promise,” you order him, stone-faced. 

Eddie chortles. 

Little Henderson growls. Poor dude’s probably embarrassed. That, as far as Eddie has ever deciphered, is what older siblings are for. 

“I promise I will not tell our mother you are aiding and abetting my illegal parking lot activities.”

Eddie laughs at that, too, just to be fair.

Dustin beams. 

Apparently the promise suffices because you drop the keys into his waiting hands. He takes off running before you can change your mind. 

“Come on, you guys!” he shouts wildly over his shoulder. 

As if on cue, Wheeler and Sinclair shoot out of the theater classroom and dash off down the hall in their friend’s wake. 

“Night Eddie!”

“Bye, Eddie!”  The hall falls quiet once all of their sneakers have stomped and squeaked away around the corner. 

“Sorry if I interrupted you early. Dustin is usually out front by now so I came to check…”

“Henderson… ” Eddie ignores the needless apology for more important information.

Is this a bad surprise? No, not particularly. 

But is he feeling deceived? Weirdly yes. 

“...yeah?” 

Reluctantly, Eddie shakes his head. 

“...dunno how I didn’t put that together…” 

Then again, he had skipped the first week of school. Had he ever even heard Ms Corski say your full name back when she was learning who was who in her class? …maybe. Hard to say. 

And, in his defense, he doesn’t really see it. Or…now that he knows the relation maybe there is something similar in your eyes…maybe? Or not. Whatever. He doesn’t fucking know. 

“Well…surprise,” you showcase a grin. “Again, sorry if I broke this up early,” you nod toward where your brother and his pals had disappeared. 

“Nah – no worries. Just chatting” 

“Good, good…well, I’m going to head out. I should probably be supervising this parking lot situation…” 

“Yeah, just hold up — let me grab my bag…”

Eddie darts back into the rehearsal room for his backpack so he can head out too. The custodians are pretty lenient about what time they have to get out of there, but there’s no reason to abuse the kindness.  “So you play chauffeur a lot, huh?” He recalls you’d mentioned taking a brother home from school. 

“Well, this one I volunteer for. Gives my mom a break and, I dunno…” you sigh and Eddie looks down to see you tipping your head side to side like you’re weighing your words. “I don’t want my mom to ask too many questions…”

Riiiiiight. 

“I get it,” he chuckles. “What kind of club does she think he’s in?”

Eddie now pictures Dustin sneaking his Hellfire T-shirt out of the house and changing once he’s safely in school. Or maybe he buttons it up under one of his shirts until they leave the house in the morning 

“Oh, no… no, she knows it’s for D&D,” you dismiss that. “Dusty and the boys have been playing for years.  She’s always known that…”

“Okay, I see where this is going…”

“The way they’re playing is more mature now, so…”

Yup. There it is. 

“Uh-huh. She’d flip if she saw him with me, right?” He nods. “Makes sense…” 

It’s certainly not appreciated, Mrs Henderson The Elder, but don’t accuse Eddie of being shocked. Never that.

“Not you,”  you insist with a wave of your hand to so casually swat down his perfectly legitimate guess. “Just… all of it.  The fact that it’s all upperclassman, the set up you’ve got going — which is a cool aesthetic, by the way; I definitely thought Dusty was exaggerating when he told me about it —“

“Thank you,” he finds himself offering you a bow of gratitude. 

“Mom would just … …well I dunno exactly what she would think, but she would ask questions. She worries a lot. I just don’t want her to ruin this for Dustin,” you scuff your feet a little at the tile, staring downward like you’ve said too much. 

Eddie doesn’t think it’s too much. He thinks it’s pretty kickass that you’re running interference for your brother. 

So he tells you so. 

“Ah,” you shrug. “He’s had a hard couple years. This is good for him… …so thanks,” your tone lilts like you’re realizing an opportunity. “You know, for welcoming him in. You and the guys have been, I dunno…like a soft place to land…”

And Eddie does not know what the fuck to do with that. Racks his brain for evidence of what to say, comes up skint, and so does what he does best. 

Tells the truth:

“…not sure I’ve ever been accused of being a good influence before. You sure you know who you’re talking to?” he laughs and is surprised when you don’t join him. 

“Well…are you selling him drugs?”

Christ. Talk about a 180!

“What? No!” 

“Then I don’t care about the rest of it,” you simply shrug. “I don’t buy what most of the other students say. Who do you think gave Dustin the green light on you?”

Eddie’s feet falter, and he snaps his gaze down to you as you shove through the first doors of the front vestibule. 

“What green light? …you’ve been talking about me?”

The look you give him is oddly …pitying? You stop before the second set of doors. Hand resting on the latch, but you’re not going anywhere yet. 

“Oh come on…Dustin is a dorky kid who hangs out with a couple other dorks, and during his second week of high school the oldest senior at Hawkins was telling him to pull up a seat for lunch?” you spell out for him. 

“Yeah, I remember – I was there.   And?”

Your eyes widen. 

“And he’s the kid who gets bullied …what makes you think he trusted you were being sincere?”

Huh. 

Okay. Sure. If you fucking put it like that. 

“So that dweeb went off and had me vetted?!” Eddie keeps up his flabbergasted veneer. 

“That’s dramatic of you …but basically,” you confirm. “Yeah.”

“….gotta say I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

Outcasts are supposed to stick together and shit. 

“Relax. You obviously passed,” you pat his arm in a way that is openly condescending before you grin and then push through the doors. 

Which…yeah. 

Now you’ve brought up a whole other point. 

“…mind if I ask why?” He continues to trail you outside.

“Because I didn’t have a reason to tell him to back off?  I told you I don’t care what people say or what people call you — you’re not like the jerks around here, and that counts for something. I mean,” you balk a little and shoot another awkward glance up at him. “I know I don’t actually know you, but I’ve known  about you for a couple years…you seem genuine. Ya know?” 

Does he fucking ever.

People just don’t usually make that sort of thing sound like a compliment when they talk to him, so most of his usual retorts taste useless.

“What?” Your tone starts to twist defensive when he stays quiet. “I’ve never seen  you pick on someone for being smaller. Or younger. Or, god forbid, not mainstream…”

Oh.

“Yeah. No. Course not…fuck—"

“Wow, would you get a load of this…” Eddie follows your gaze to see Little Henderson absolutely inching a little gray Cavalier up beside the sidewalk. 

“Damn…”

“It’s painful,” you nod along beside him. 

But Henderson looks mighty pleased with himself once he eases to a stop and shifts into Park. 

“And Mike thought I would hit something —hah!” he shouts out the window. 

“Was decent odds,” Wheeler shrugs as he climbs out of what was probably the slowest car ride of his life. 

“At that speed you wouldn’t have hurt anything,” Eddie assures him. 

You’re willing to laugh at your brother's expense, so Eddie makes a mental note that just because you trust him around your brother doesn’t mean you expect him to dote. Just as well. 

“Oh, screw all of you!”

“Lucas is gone?” your brother’s indignance seems ignored as you look around the lot.

“Yeah, he took off with his mom before we got in the car,” Wheeler supplies

“I made sure she didn’t see me!” Dustin adds with some pride. 

“Mkay…and Mike, do you have a ride?” 

It’s like you’ve gone full mama duck. There’s more confidence and command in your voice as you check on your brother’s little horde. Eddie watches the transition as he lights up a cigarette – it’s kind of precious.  

“My dad is coming. Mom doesn’t like to drive at night…” 

“Do you think they forgot?

“No, just running late. He did the same thing last week, but they’ll get used to the club,” he shrugs and takes a seat at the curb like this doesn’t bother him, which is an interesting insight into that family 

“Hop in. We’ll wait with you,” you welcome him. 

“That’s okay. Eddie waits til our rides are here…” 

Okay, damn, Wheeler. Rat him out, huh? Eddie would rather head out and let the Freshman wait with Big Sis Henderson, but that’s fucking rude to actually say out loud. 

“Yeah?” You swing your gaze to Eddie.

He shrugs and nods while he sucks in a drag 

“…you’re sure?”

Your grin suggests you know all too well that even the best 13 year olds can be a little much when they put their heart and soul into it. 

Eddie drops his head to the side.

“Thought you weren’t scared of me corrupting the youth,” he grins.

You give him the eye roll he well deserves and then focus your attention back to Mikey. 

“Go ahead and tell your parents I’ll bring you home from now on if they’re cool with it…I’ll be here anyway…”

“Really?” He straightens. “Thanks.” 

Yeah, Eddie gets the appeal of a reliable ride. Of not always being the last one waiting. He feels an unexpected swell of appreciation toward you for caring about these particular little misfits. 

Or–

“Little bro’s friends have little crushes,” Eddie leans down to mutter in your ear.

He receives an elbow in the ribs, and he’s big enough to admit he should’ve anticipated and dodged it.  You also take a swipe for his cigarette, but he manages to rebuff that attempt.

“Hooooo! Better luck next time…”

“Is this flirting?!” Dustin shouts through the open car window. 

“No,” Eddie and you freeze and call back to him in unison. 

“ … it seems like it.”

Fucking punk. 

“Tell you what – when I flirt, you’ll know. How about that?” Eddie smarms because, no, he won’t be schooled on interactions with girls by a ninth grader.

Not even an almost-awesome one.

“Ugh! Gross,” Henderson flings his head back in protest 

“Idiot…” 

You’re blushing; Eddie can see it in the dim night light. Even if he couldn’t, the way you’re stretching your shoulders and straightening the hem of your shirt is screaming of your discomfort.  You really are funny sometimes. 

“What was that?” Dustin hollers over to you. 

“Nothing,” you smile innocently. 

He looks dubious but gives up the topic. 

“Alright, well – you’re sure you’re good?” you look between Eddie and Mike as you edge towards the car. 

“Mmhmm,” Eddie nods around his smoke. 

“Yeah, no worries…thank you though,” Mike rushes. “See you.” 

“Later, Mike…bye Eddie” 

He waves with his free fingers and watches you head around the car. Dustin rolls the windows up once you’re inside and visibly launches into… something. Either he is giving you shit or unloading the play-by-play he’d promised of the night’s game. 

“So... ” Eddie saunters over and squats down to take up the curb space next to Wheeler. “Crushing on your friend’s sister, huh?” 

“What! No!” 

The shock and betrayal on his face is worth bringing the question up at all. Wheeler’s gone ramrod straight, face slack, and eyes wide. 

“Whaaat?” he mimics Mike. “Nooo!” 

“I have a girlfriend,” he insists. 

Yeah, yeah, Eddie has heard about the friends they miss out in California. 

“So? Doesn’t mean you can’t think your friend’s sister is cute …it’s fine, man. Classic story.” 

Wheeler huffs but gives up on the denial portion of the evening. 

“Whatever…” 

“Whatever,” Eddie mimics him again. 

“It’s not like Dustin didn’t have a crush on my sister for, like,  ever …” 

Eddie throws his head back in a laugh. 

“See? What did I say – classic … …you’ve known her a long time, then, huh?” 

“Since elementary,” Mike shrugs a shoulder. 

“...and she really is cool with all of this?” he waves at them and Mike’s bag that’s sitting between his feet with his character notebook. 

“Huh? Oh! Yeah,” he gets enthusiastic again. “I mean, she’s not, like,  into  it – she doesn’t play. But she thinks it’s neat.” 

“Neat?” 

Not really a compliment. 

“Or. No. Like, she’s glad we have something we’re into – she doesn’t think it’s weird or anything, is what I mean,” he explains in a hurry. “She isn’t going to try to yank Dustin out or disrupt us or something. You don’t have to worry about her, that’s all.” 

“M’kay, yeah I kinda got that… …” Eddie takes another long drag. “Just checking…” 

“Yeah. Yeah. She’s totally cool…” 

“Totally cool, huh?” Eddie smirks. 

“Dude, stop – not what I meant. I have–” 

“A girlfriend. Alright…I heard you…” he tilts his head back to gaze up at the darkening sky.

There’s hardly a cloud up there. It’s going to be a nice night.  Sometimes on nights like this he likes to grab a joint, sprawl out on the picnic table near the trailer, and take in the sky while he thinks about life after graduation.  His Post-Hawkin’s timeline is finally coming up, and he has high fucking hopes…

Mike shifts beside him, distracting him. 

Because he’ll have to wait on all of that. 

“Sorry my dad’s late…” 

“S’fine,” Eddie shrugs. “Been there, done that…” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mmhmm…my old man forgot where I was all the time…” 

“But I thought you lived with your Uncle,” Wheeler frowns with all of the tact of someone his age. 

“Uh-huh,” Eddie finishes off his smoke and grinds it under his heel. “He’s always been better at keeping up with me…” 

Uncle Wayne gets him.  And he has perfected the art of not trying to hold the reins too tightly but also not actually just letting go. Even now, at 20, they have an easy understanding. 

Wheeler’s gone quiet. Likely trying to puzzle this out. He’s probably never given a thought to Eddie’s living arrangement, like he’d just been born and magically appeared in his Uncle’s custody.  Little suburbanite that he is. 

But it’s just as well. 

Eddie puts his passions out on his sleeve, but there’s some things he doesn’t care for everyone to understand about him. 

“Oh,” Mike finally says, perhaps realizing he’d been quiet too long. 

Eddie just smirks.  It’s another half hour before a car pulls into the lot and Mike stands up.  Long enough that Eddie had been weighing the pros and cons of just giving Mike a ride – the pro being getting home sooner and the con being accused of kidnapping a minor if his parents showed up.

Needless to say, the cons won.

“Thanks, Eddie…for waiting and, ya know, for a fun game tonight…” 

“Course, Wheeler – same time next week” 

“Same time next week” 

 .

 So, at the same time each week, you form your routine for Dustin and Mike’s pick up.  The two boys hang around a little after their games to talk more with their new friends, and you wander in to shepherd them one before they can make pests of themselves. 

Not that the last part seems to be much of a problem – their more passionate tendencies that would get them teased elsewhere are really bonding them to this group – but the thing is they’d probably find a way to stay for an hour if you let them.  “You can come in, you know…” 

You tilt your head up from your seat in the hallway to see Eddie leaning through the doorway, his ringed hand gripping the jamb and his neck tilted out. 

“... …I don’t need a secret password or something?” 

His eyes crinkle in the corners. 

“No… …not a bad idea though,” he considers. 

“Well, I’m good …I’m not interrupting,” you raise innocent hands. 

You know you’re early. 

“Nah, s’okay – they’re having a little strategy session,” Eddie nods back over his shoulder. “I just saw your feet over here… …thought maybe the time had gotten away from me…” 

You know he isn’t complaining about your feet distracting him, but you fold up your legs under you instead of leaving them stretched out in front of you. 

“Nope, I’m just early…” 

“...I see that. You’re early and sitting on the floor…” 

You shrug, unsure what he’s getting at. You’re allowed to be here and you aren’t hurting anything. You suppose maybe he’s just reiterating how you can come in and have a chair like a normal person, but you don’t want to interrupt Dustin’s time. 

“Whattcha workin’ on?” Eddie has taken advantage of your quiet and realized just what you’re doing out here. 

Now he is shuffling a bit further out the door so he can squat and take a look. 

“Maybe you are a spy….” 

You swat his knee because he doesn’t seem to mind that sort of thing. 

“So I’m selling state’s secrets now?” 

“Looks like it …what gives?” 

You have a plain old notebook open on your knee with sentence fragments jotted here and there and a few loose sketches. 

“...just learning some things.”

“Aw, does She-Henderson want to join the party?” He sing-songs at you. 

Uh. 

“...She-Henderson?” 

“You no like?” 

“Not really …and no I’m  not lobbying to join,” you insist, which …could probably come-off rude? 

You could’ve played it cooler.  More power to these guys for their game, but if there’s anything you’ve learned from your brother it’s that D&D is imagination  out loud. That isn’t your style. You like to create and experiment and problem solve in your head and express it more quietly. 

You suppose that is explainable if Eddie proves to be deeply offended. 

“You sure about that?” 

“Very… I’m just working on something for Dustin,” you flip back through a couple pages you’ve filled with bits and bobs. “He wanted me to make a drawing of his character, so I think it’s going to turn into a Christmas gift…he told me all about his dwarf, but it’s not exactly easy.  I mean, I’ve read The Hobbit and all...” 

“Hold on, you’ve read Tolkein?” 

“Yeah”

“...yeah,” his tone is soft but, you think, a little mocking. 

“What? It was fun,” you shrug. “And Dustin talked about basically nonstop after her read it; there’s no missing it at our house.  So,  yeah,” you shrug. “Anyway. I thought I’d listen in,” you nod toward the classroom. “Get more of a feel for the game. Pick up on some things…”

Some of the things you’ve jotted down are just descriptors that leant you a sense of the vibe of the campaign. You’ve also heard about some items. For instance, you tap your fingers over where you’d scribbled “ Bag of Holding?” and doodled a rugged little backpack. 

“Oh. That should be more of a…what do you call it,” Eddie gestures across his chest. “Like a satchel.” 

You nod and make a little asterisk so you can scribble “cross body bag”  with a little arrow so you remember.  

“Thanks…” 

“Mmhmm,” he shifts when you both hear some sneaker squeaks. “What Henderson?” 

You flip your notebook closed.  

“We’re ready for th– ugh! What’re you doing here!?” Dustin’s shoulder’s droop when he sees you. 

“Well. Hello to you, too…” 

“Go away,” he whispers. 

“Don’t worry, man, I already threatened her and convinced her not to make you and Wheeler leave early,” Eddie smirks up at him, then twists to throw you a wink. 

“What ?! Why should I? I’m always here until –” 

“Dustin–”

“No, this is the arrange–”

“Dustin! – you’re fine,” you shout over his firery inclination to be right. “I’m just waiting around.  Go do your thing.”

His eyes narrowed, he glances between you and Eddie.  Eddie looks very amused with his own jokes, but you feel yourself flushing. Dustin really better not let his imagination run away with this.  He’d been pretty fired up that first night you’d come inside to find him:

“Tell me you’re not flirting with Eddie,” he’d insisted as soon as the windows were up in the car and you’d pulled away. 

“I wasn’t flirting with Eddie”

“Look me in the eye and say it again!” 

“I’m driving, Dustin.” 

“Spell it out for me!” he beat his hands against the glove box. “Promise me you aren’t flirting with one of the only cool seniors at Hawkins…” 

You laughed at that. 

“You worry too much” 

“Ugh! Jesus Christ…” 

Once you were home you had, in fact, looked him in the eye and promised you weren’t flirting with his new friend.  He had seemed pacified – at least mildly – and hadn’t made a fuss over you continuing to come fetch him, but now? 

Who knows. 

It doesn’t take much to get him on a roll some days. 

“Alright, alright, take a joke, dude,” Eddie stretches back up to his full height. “Let’s go…” 

He claps your brother on the back and heads in. 

“...I’m not leaving,” Dustin lingers to hiss. 

“Who asked you to?” you whisper right back. 

He pointed two of his fingers at his face and then at you in classic “I’m watching you” fashion.  As if you’ve ever found your brother intimidating. 

To make sure he knows it, you make little shooing motions with your hands. 

He groans as he stomps off. 

Yeah, yeah.  You can tell when the game has truly wrapped up, so you pack up your notebook of new information and sling your purse over your shoulder.  You fish the car keys out because you already know what Dustin will want when he shows his face again. 

“Keys? I won’t tell mom,” is now his go-to greeting. 

You toss the keys over and the boys take off because Dustin very much wants to practice without you. 

“She-Henderson!  You still out there?” Eddie’s voice calls from inside the classroom. 

You step in and see the older guys packing up still.  Eddie is at the head of the table closing some folders. He looks up and nods when he spots you. 

“...not sure I should be answering to that name.”

But you already have, so you suppose you get what you get if he takes that as encouragement. 

“C’mere,” he crooks a finger at you, choosing to ignore your statement altogether. 

You get a better look at their clubroom than you’ve had yet. The lighting and ambiance is more clear up close –it’s quite the mood. 

Jeff and Gareth greet you by first name because they’re apparently the more polite of the group. Jeff had actually been your lab partner in Chemistry all last semester, which had been another reason you’d had some insight into Hellfire not being a, uh, fiery ring of actual hell when Dustin wanted to join. 

“Everything alright?” 

“Uh-huh…here. Take this,” Eddie plucks a book out of his bag to hand over once you’ve walked the length of the table. 

You find yourself staring at a red, paperback players manual. Some of its pages are dog-eared and there’s a few papers shoved here and there like makeshift bookmarks. The binding is worn with what you assume is appreciation and frequent use. 

You take it carefully. 

“For your thing,” he nods at your purse. 

Your thing. 

Is he…being discreet for you? 

Or, on the other hand, this could just as easily be the very opposite. Carelessness regarding the project. But…it wasn’t as though you’d asked him to be quiet. 

“Oh, well…Dustin has one of these,” you know you’ve seen one before. “I can swipe it when he’s distracted. Off talking to Susie or something…” 

“Wait! Susie is real?!” Gareth interrupts. “The girl from Utah.” 

“Mmhmm,” you consider mentioning their mutual love of The Never Ending Story, but you love Dustin too much and Susie seems too sweet. “I’ve talked to her.” 

Dustin had to drag you on a hot walk up a stupid hill to make it happen the first time, but even so. They now manage to talk over the phone sometimes, and you prefer to say hello to her on those occasions.

“Damn. Guess I’ll let that joke go then… …no offense.”

“Ah, none taken.”

An out-of-state girlfriend definitely sounds like the punchline in a movie, especially at Dustin’s age. You’re surprised it’s lasted this long, quite frankly …not that Dustin has a plethora of other prospects lining up. In any case, she is quite real. 

“He’s just jealous because he’s single,” Jeff throws something at Gareth, only to have a pen flung back at him in retaliation. 

Eddie is quiet while he keeps packing up dice and extinguishing candles.  He doesn’t make a move to retrieve his book despite what you’d said, so you wait with it pressed between your palms. 

Once everyone is ready to go, Jeff and Gareth lead the way while still bickering about some girls whose names you don’t recognize. Matt had apparently slipped away at some point without your notice. You trail behind with Eddie and knock his elbow with your arm. 

“You don’t need to lend me yours,” you hold out his manual again.

“I can though. Then you don’t need to stress about your brother's, yeah?” he waves a hand around. “It doesn’t have pictures of everything, but there’s some and they should help … …”

“You’re sure?” 

“Yup. I have other versions, and we share ‘em at the table. It’s no big thing” 

Then why does it seem like one?

“Well thanks…” 

“Mmm, sure. It’s cool what you’re doing for him…” 

You’re…not sure what to say to that?  Naturally there’s some pride involved in the fact that Eddie approves of what you want to make for Dustin, but it also feels strange that he is somehow involved now. A part of it. 

You aren’t used to that. 

“What’re you doing tonight, Eddie?” Jeff interrupts before you have decided how you feel or what you want to say. 

He turns to wait for his answer and hip-checks the front door open. 

“Nothing,” Eddie shrugs. 

“We hang?!” Jeff proposes and smacks Gareth’s arm to include him as they tromp out the second set of doors 

“Sure. We hang.”

“Your place?” 

“Always,” Eddie nods. 

“Gare?”

“I’m in,” his answer sounds dull but comes quick. 

You think maybe Jeff had won their little spat. 

“How bout you?” 

Jeff’s eyes land on you, and you blink in surprise.  You feel your face heat because you assume someone’s going to raise a protest. 

…but then no one does. 

“Oh, no that’s okay. I won’t intrude…” 

“Nah,” Jeff waves that away. 

“Yeah you’re good,” Eddie promises from beside you. “You’re welcome.” 

That’s nearly unanimous. Gareth is quiet but he doesn’t look upset about it when you look around the group. 

“We just hang and shoot the shit …usually end up watching a movie…” Jeff explains. 

“Sometimes a beer or two somehow shows up,” Eddie adds, waving his hands as if to mime a magic trick. “But it’s nothing.” 

That all sounds casual and perfectly normal. And you appreciate the inclusion, only…you really hadn’t expected anything tonight.  

So this feels oddly overwhelming. 

It shouldn’t. 

But you’re torn. 

“Next time, count me in,” you decide 

You can mentally prepare for that. Think about whether you  really want to go. 

Plus…a filthy little corner of your brain tells you that this gives them time to decide if they even want there to be a next time.  You’ve really only been invited now because you’re just, well, there. 

“You sure?” Eddie’s voice has you glancing up his way and he’s watching you carefully. 

“Mmhmm” 

“…you good?”

Shit. 

“Yeah…”

You glance away from his searching eyes toward the car where the boys are watching — Dustin with his eyes narrowed from the passenger seat. So that’s probably going to be a whole thing, too. 

Awesome. 

“Oh…we don’t leave them out on purpose,” Eddie lobs a guess into the situation. “Sometimes it’s just …”

“Oh,” you cut a hand through the air. “Don’t. I get it …I live with him.” 

“I’m so glad I’ll be out of here before my sister’s in high school,” Gareth scoffs. 

“We would hang with them —“

“We do hang with them, dude”

“I just mean if we were going somewhere and not planning to have a drink or …whatever,” Jeff clarifies to Eddie. 

“Guys, I get it,” you chuckle now. “You like them but they’re young — welcome to my life. Just…I’ll figure something out for next time.” 

You remind them you’d be interested in different circumstances, partially to mute that self-loathing voice in your head and also to help reassure them since there seems to be a consensus they’ve gone about this wrong.  You exchange farewells while the other seniors troop off, and you join Dustin and Mike in the car. 

“Why are you encroaching on my friends?” Dustin starts in before you’ve even shifted into Drive. 

“Dustin, come on” 

“What? I don’t do that with your friends” 

Not true. He’d absolutely found all sorts of extra reasons to stop by your room back when Lindsey had first gotten boobs. He had known the meaning of “subtle” even less back then. 

“You want to go there?” You raise both eyebrows at him briefly. 

Mike laughs. 

Dustin glares deeper. 

“Dusty …I’m not encroaching on your friends —whatever that even means,” you sigh. “But they’re in my grade and in my classes. We kind of know each other, that’s all.”

“Whatever” 

“You should be glad I do — remember when you had questions about them?” 

“I guess….”

“Yeah, at least she’s cool. Nancy doesn’t know anything about them and probably wouldn’t talk to them,” Mike complains. 

“Cool? Yeah right”

“Hey!” 

“We’ll maybe she’s not cool cool“

“Right here guys! Hello!”

“—but in the same way we aren’t. I mean it’s cool of her that she likes these guys,” Mike explains himself. 

Well you can accept that as a compliment — you understand what he’s getting at. 

“…she’s embarrassing.” 

“Oh! Then I could send mom in to fetch you from now on…”

“No!” Dustin straightens. “No, she  will embarrass me. Please don’t. I’m sorry. You’re the best. You’re doing me a huge favor.” 

My, my how his tone has changed!

“Us.  You’re doing  us  a favor,” Mike leans in from the back. “Thank you.” 

“Yeah — thanks”

You grin. 

“Make sure you boys remember that next time then”

___________

Next Chapter

#stranger things fanfic #eddie munson slow burn #Eddie Munson x Reader #slow burn #Eddie Munson fanfic

[cblgblog]

Is Comic!Peggy a nazi/hydra? Or in general a bad person? I'm a Peggy fan who hasn't read the comics and idk if what people are saying is true or not these days 1

No. As usual, people are cherry picking things/haven't read the comics themselves because they're too lazy/don't care about anything that doesn't serve their own agenda.

 So when they brought comic! Peggy back in the last couple years, they basically revealed that she'd been doing a riff on what both Nat and Sharon have done in the MCU. What I mean by that is that she was on the same side as Steve--the non-Nazi side--they both wanted the same bad guys dealt with, but they were essentially doing different assignments, without Steve knowing. It's like in Cap 2 after the ship when Nat's like, I did my thing. I just had another objective that you didn't have.

 So, as per the most recent run, Peggy’s revealed to have been part of a group called the Daughters of Liberty. Secret thing that’s been around the whole time, supposedly, we just never knew about it because the writer of this particular run hadn’t made it up yet. Essentially, it’s yet another secret organization meant to protect the world, that’s been here all along, with members including Peggy, Sharon, Sue Richards of the Fantastic Four, Misty Knight…a lot of badass Marvel women were secretly in this thing, okay? Including ‘It was Agatha all along’ Harkness, because comics are weird. Peggy was recruited into this thing, she did not start it, but she did recruit Sharon later.

 Anyway, during the war, she and Steve did their whole punching Nazis thing, but she was also tasked with getting close to him/generally making sure that this new super weapon man was on their side and trustworthy. So again, kinda what Nat did in Iron man 2, kinda what Sharon did in Cap 2 when she was watching him from across the hall.

 She was never a Nazi. She was never Hydra. She was working towards the same basic goals as Steve, they were just working for different people, essentially. So yeah, she lied by omission, and behaved somewhat shadily, but that’s, you know, kinda what spies do. And there’s no indication her feelings for him weren’t genuine. She never says that, Steve never says that. He’s annoyed that he wasn’t in the know, but generally speaking, he’s just happy she’s not dead, and they end the run on good terms, even though Sharon is his main love interest in the books.

So yeah, there’s a lot of bitching about oh, she’s a liar, she made Sharon a liar, everyone lied to Steve, these horrible bitch women. Which, fine, but it’s nothing that hasn’t been covered in the MCU to an extent already/nothing to the infinite number of times Nick Fury has also parceled out information selectively, comics and MCU both.

 She was never Hydra. She was never pro-Nazi. Steve was, in the comics, that one time none of us like to talk about because fuck you Nick Spencer, but she wasn’t. She lied by omission, but she didn’t fabricate feelings for Steve or use him for her own gain, and when it was all done with, Steve came away mildly annoyed and that’s about it. The run still ends with Steve, Peggy, Sharon and Bucky all chilling and having a beer together.

 She was a spy. She was written like a spy, she did some shady spy things, and that’s about all you can take from that run. Unless you’re a semi-illiterate Peggy anti, obviously.

#comic! Peggy #Peggy Carter #anti peggy antis

[thewolfparadox]

Snippet of my upcoming DSMP Firefly AU

“I heard something interesting recently,” Schlatt told them, “I assume you’ve seen the warrant for that pair of fugitives – the siblings?”

Wilbur didn’t like where this was going at all, but he kept his expression neutral, even as it felt like a stone had dropped into his stomach. “We might have heard something about it,” he replied, “Why?”

Schlatt’s eyes glinted. “Then you know the Alliance is offering one hell of a reward for their capture.”

Wilbur scoffed. “So what? We’re not bounty hunters – Alliance warrants don’t concern us.”

“One of you is.” Schlatt pointedly looked at Techno. “Lots of people in the system still remember the Blood God… One of the highest success rates in the ‘verse.” His voice was filled with grudging respect.

“I’m retired,” said Techno dryly.

Schlatt raised his hands. “Fair enough. Just thought I’d check… Reward like that could set you up for the rest of your life.”

Techno shrugged. “Well played to whoever claims it, then.”

Wilbur chose that moment to speak up. “Schlatt, is there any actual point to this? We’re on a schedule.”

“Actually, yes,” said Schlatt, “The latest warrant was tagged with some interesting information. Apparently, the siblings were last seen leaving Persephone in a Firefly.”

Wilbur’s blood ran cold. He had no idea how anyone had been able to clock that. Sometimes the Alliance could be annoyingly good at its job. Especially, it seemed, when it most inconvenienced L’Manberg. Still, if Schlatt knew for a fact that it was them, he wouldn’t have bothered dancing around it this long. Plenty of Firefly-class ships were still around, after all. Since the Alliance hadn’t caught the registry number, it only narrowed their search down to one ship type in a large universe.

He raised an eyebrow, keeping his tone unimpressed. “That’s some coincidence.”

Schlatt’s grin gleamed in the dull overhead lights. “My thoughts exactly, Wilbur. And it gets even stranger... You see, they were reported to have left just around a month ago. Right when you guys were in town.”

“Strange,” said Wilbur in agreement, “It’s a shame they didn’t catch the registry number. There’s still a fair number of Fireflies in the sky, after all... I think we saw a couple in the docks when we were last here, didn’t we?” He glanced back at Tommy and Techno, who both nodded.

“We sure did!” agreed Tommy with zero hesitation, “None of them were as good as L’Manberg though.”

“I don’t know,” mused Techno, “Those Series 4’s…”

Tommy scoffed. “Please. Sure, they’re big and shit but they won’t get you to the Rim like L’Manberg can. They just go between the Core and the Border ‘cause they’re pussies. Also, they don’t have Tubbo and that makes them objectively worse.”

Techno nodded. “True, true. Having Tubbo exponentially increases our power. They’d turn around and run on sight.”

“You’re absolutely fucking right they would!”

Across from them, Schlatt’s lips thinned, some of the easy manner leaving his posture. Wilbur contained a smile at his obvious impatience with the conversation. Clearly, it wasn’t going the way Schlatt had expected it to.

“Well, unless you have any more fascinating news for us, Schlatt, I think we’ll be going,” said Wilbur cheerily. He patted his pocket. “I can already feel the money burning a hole in my coat.”

Schlatt looked like he wanted to protest, but Wilbur knew there was nothing he could do to keep them. He’d obviously suspected them of harboring the fugitives, but there was no way for him to prove it and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stroll onto L’Manberg without a fight. His authority ended at the docks and Schlatt was all too aware of that.

So he backed down, the grin returning to his face. “As always, it’s a pleasure doing business with you, Wilbur,” he said as he mimed tipping a hat, “I’ll let you know next time I have something in your area of expertise.”

Wilbur’s lips pulled up in the facsimile of a smile. “You do that, Schlatt.” With that, he turned and walked out, Tommy and Technoblade on his heels.

#wips #firefly au #dsmp fanfiction

[seijorhi]

Unprofessional

as promised, the MSBY manager AU 💕 

MSBY Black Jackals x female reader

TW non-con, smut, gang-bang, nsfw(ish)

You second guess yourself, now that the Captain’s right here in front of you, fidgeting in your seat like a little kid sent to the principal’s office.

In all fairness, you were the one to ask him to come in early, figuring that it’d be easier to say what you needed to before everyone else arrived, rather than having it eat away at you while you waited for practice to end.

Yet under the scrutiny of his dark eyes, you wonder whether you should have just let it slide. At least for a few more weeks. Taking a formal complaint to the higher ups was a step too far, and you hadn’t wanted to bother the coaches this close to the start of the season for something so… trivial. Meian seemed like the better choice. He’d listen to you and be able to help; you trust the Captain and you know the team does, too. If he told them to back off, they would, you’re almost positive. But now that he’s here, there’s this nagging feeling of-

A hand touches your shoulder, and you flinch at the sudden contact, jerking back to the present. 

“Hey,” he says, a slight frown marring his features. “Whatever it is, you can talk to me - don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve been a little out of it lately.”

There’s nothing but concern in his eyes - no judgement, or irritation, and something inside of you eases just a fraction. This is Meian, right from the moment you signed onto the team - granted, only a few months ago - he’s done his utmost to make sure you’ve felt welcomed and part of the team.

You take a breath, offering him a small, tight smile. “I-it’s um, some of the guys- well a few, I guess…” your fingers twist in your lap, and Meian squeezes your shoulder lightly in response. 

“Miya hitting on you, right? Getting a little outta hand?” he surmises. 

And for a split second, you’re surprised. But really maybe you shouldn’t be. Miya’s the one who’s overt about it, drawling stupid, cheesy pickup lines whenever you walk in, slinging an arm around your side and dragging you close, all the winks and the innuendos about as subtle as a tank.

Of course Meian noticed, but that’s just how Atsumu is. He doesn’t bother trying to hide it because nobody but you seems to mind. And maybe, if that’s all that it was, you’d be able to grin and bear it, but it’s not. 

“Yes and… no.”

His brows draw together. “No?”

Taking another deep breath, you begin to tell him everything. Miya’s incessant flirting, all the hugs and touches that fell just the wrong side of what you considered professional. They’re a tactile team, with one notable exception, and you understand that, but the way Bokuto, Hinata and Miya feel comfortable just grabbing you and dragging you around, interrupting you in the middle of whatever task you’re doing to make you pay attention to them is a little alarming. 

And then there was the incident last week, when Inunaki had caught you smiling at your phone during their cooldown and called you on it, which drew the attention of the rest of the team - only to have Bokuto snatch it out of your hands and start reading through your messages. Of course, Meian was there for that, putting a stop to it only when the wing-spiker had started reading them aloud, much to your mortification.

But he hadn’t been there two afternoons later, when an old friend of yours had swung by to pick you up and you’d had to deal with half the team glaring daggers at him over your shoulder like a pack of overprotective mother hens.

Even Sakusa, who usually kept his nose out of the others’ nonsense, stood off to the side with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, glowering at your friend until you both disappeared from sight.

The texts that blew up your phone in the hours that followed crossed so many lines, it honestly scared you a little. 

Meian doesn’t say a word as you talk, the words flowing easier the more you tell him. It’s not that anything they’re doing is wrong per se. They’re not hurting you, and you think that aside from Miya, the team’s attitude is coming from a good place - some protective, irritating big brother kind of thing. 

There’s nothing wrong with it, except the fact that you don’t want any part of it. You’re a professional and this is a job - a new one, an important one. If you ever want anybody to take your dreams of coaching a pro team seriously you cannot have so much as a whisper of anything less than absolute professionalism. God forbid, if rumours start spreading that you were sleeping with somebody on the team you can pretty much kiss your dreams goodbye. 

At the end of it, Meian’s chin is resting on his fist, faint dissatisfaction pinching at his face, and for a moment, you’re worried that he’s about to chew you out for wasting his time - you know he’s stressed with the start of the season only days away - but he only sighs, leaning back in his seat and shaking his head.

“Thank you for telling me, I’ll talk to them.”

And it’s like this huge weight just falls off your shoulders and suddenly you can breathe easy. “Thanks, really,” you tell him, and the smile on your face is genuine this time.

“Anytime.”

—

You don’t know when he finds the time to pull them all aside, but the next morning when you walk into the gym and Bokuto catches sight of you, golden eyes widening in delight, he starts to bound towards you-

“Bokuto.”

-and stops mid-stride, face falling like a kicked puppy. His shoulders slump, glancing over his shoulder at the Captain, watching the both of you through narrowed eyes.

He doesn’t say another word to the wing-spiker, turning back around to continue his conversation with Adriah - something about tightening up their blocks before the game against the Adlers - and despite the fact you can see half the team’s attention drawn towards you both, none of them say a word either. 

It’s strange, compared to the last few weeks, it’s suddenly like you’re a ghost. They thank you when you pass them their towels and bottles, and for once Hinata sits still when you help him tape up his ankle, though his eyes still follow your every movement with unnerving focus.

They’re polite and respectful, but unless you’re directly addressing them or they need something, it’s like you don’t exist. 

Even Atsumu manages to keep his comments to himself when it comes time for the team to stretch out, though judging from the scowl on his face whenever he glances towards the Captain, he’s not particularly thrilled about it. 

There’s one more day before game day, and they’ve got bigger things to worry about, but for you it’s like you can suddenly breathe easy. You don’t have to tiptoe around your own discomfort, you can just do your job and help them. It’s not that you hate them, not even Atsumu - though he does grate on your nerves at times - you just can’t afford to let them fuck this up for you.

They’re your team, and you’ll help them and you’ll stand on the sidelines and cheer and support them until you’re red in the face. You’ll celebrate with them and commiserate if they lose, but there has to be a line. 

And maybe finally they’re realising that.

Meian sends you home while the others head off to the showers with a clap on your shoulder. “Go home. Today’s been long enough, and you need your rest. We’ve got an early start tomorrow.”

You don’t fight him on it, already feeling the exhaustion creeping through your body. 

But after months in this job, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to find that by the time you’ve had a quick catch-up with the coaches about tomorrow’s training, changed and gathered up your things, you find yourself falling into step with Sakusa, freshly showered and also on his way out. 

Dark eyes find yours, but he doesn’t say a word - at least until the two of you reach the big double doors at the gym’s entrance. “Do you need a lift home?”

It’s rare of him to offer, but you suppose that it’s later than you’d normally leave, the sun already disappearing beneath the horizon. Nevertheless, you shake your head, “No, it’s only a ten minute walk, I’ll be okay,” you say. And almost as an afterthought you smile and add, “Thank you, though.”

He regards you silently for a moment, but simply shrugs his shoulders, “Fine.”

Sakusa turns to leave, heading off to the carpark when a sudden thought strikes you, and before you can think better of it, you call out to him, “Your lineshots were incredible today, by the way. You played well. And please don’t forget we’ve got an early start tomorrow!”

It’s a pointless statement, on both counts. Sakusa doesn’t crave praise the way some of his teammates do, and you can imagine how little it means coming from you of all people. He’s also the most punctual, usually the first in, preferring to get stretched and warmed up before the rest of the team arrived. But the change in plans was kind of last minute and a reminder never hurts.

Sakusa pauses mid-stride, glancing back at you once more over his shoulder. “I know,” he says, and maybe it’s a trick of the light, but you swear there’s something different in his eyes as he stares back at you. Not angry per se, but… you can’t quite put a finger on it. It’s odd, you think, out of character for the usually aloof spiker. “Captain told us.”

—

It’s still dark when you arrive at the gym, and the lights are all off, not a soul in sight. That in itself doesn’t strike you as odd though, checking your phone you see that there’s still twenty or so minutes until you were all supposed to meet, but you would have thought that the coaches at least would’ve been here, or Sakusa maybe, if not Meian.

“Mornin’ princess,” a familiar voice drawls, and you jump a little at the sudden weight of his arm draping over your shoulders.

Atsumu’s smile is far too wide and upbeat considering it’s only a little after six in the morning. You’re used to a dead-stare, don’t-talk-to-me-until-I’ve-had-caffeine Atsumu, and it’s almost startling enough to make you forget the arm he has around you.

Either that, or you’re just bewildered that he’s actually arrived early for once in his life.

“You’re awfully chipper,” you mutter, trying to shove his arm off of you as you walk in tandem towards the gym. It’s a pointless endeavour - he replaces it a moment later, tugging you closer. “And early. Do you normally do this the day before the season starts, or can we expect to see you bright and early every morning for training?”

The corner of his lip quirks into a lazy smirk, and Atsumu laughs, “Nah, I’m actually late. All the others are already here.”

You’re halfway through fishing for the keys when he just pushes the door open, and you falter. “Wait- they’re here already?” you glance inside, and the lights are all still off and there’s not a soul in sight, but- “I thought Meian said we were meeting at 6:30.”

There’s something in the way that his smirk widens that’s almost unsettling, but he’s already pushing you forward, flicking on the lights as you pass.

“Oh, he did.”

Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, but it’s too early and you’re too tired to try and decipher Atsumu’s cryptic bullshit. He already has you on edge with how close he’s got you - you can feel the heat radiating from his body, the familiar scent of his cologne invading your nose. “Fine, whatever. Just- just put your stuff away, grab the others if they’re here and I’ll see you on the court in a few minutes.”

You try to shrug off his arm, but his grip only tightens, “Nope,” he says, firmly steering the both of you in the direction of the locker room.

“Miya,” you start, squeezing your eyes shut. You can already feel the beginnings of a headache taking root in your skull, but Atsumu just chuckles lightly, patting your shoulder. 

“Relax, wouldja? Jeeze, yer so tense!” 

With no other sound but the eerie echoing of your footsteps across the linoleum floors, his laugh is too loud, too grating. It sets you on edge, and you have to bite back a scowl of your own and remind yourself that you only have to put up with him a little longer - just until Meian gets here. Unperturbed by your silent irritation, Atsumu continues, “We know how hard you’ve been working lately. We came in early to say thank you, y’know, for everythin’ ya do for us.”

And for one split second, regret fills you, snuffing out the spark of irritation simmering through your veins. Here you are, seconds away from slapping the setter when he is - for the first time in his life - actually trying to do something nice for you. You sigh quietly, smoothing your expression over as he slows down and pulls you to a stop.

He lets you slide out from under his arm, your back to the locker room door, moving so that he’s standing directly in front of you. You open your mouth to speak, an apology on the tip of your tongue, but once again, Atsumu beats you to it. “Yer the best manager we’ve ever had.” He takes your hand in his, twining long fingers with yours and steps closer.

Too close.

“Atsu-”

“We really do care about you - love ya, even -  which is why it kinda felt like a kick in the balls when the Cap came and told us ya wanted some space. Said we were bein’ too ‘overbearing’ and ‘inappropriate’, just cause we want ya nice and close.” Dark eyes harden, “It hurt us, baby. You gotta realise that.”

The grip he has on your hand is painfully tight, but you don’t have a moment to focus on that. Not as Atsumu sweeps forward to close the distance between the two of you, his lips crashing against yours. Hungry. Demanding. A tongue snaking between your lips, melding with your own.

His arm snakes behind you to open the door, and for a moment you’re stumbling backwards into the dark-

Only it’s not dark, not as the blinding fluorescent lights flicker on around you, and you’re not stumbling, not as you collide with a warm, muscular chest and strong arms find your middle to steady you. 

“You took too long,” Bokuto whines, and you’re yanked from Atsumu’s hold and spun, barely having a second to register the gleaming golden eyes before he’s dragging you into a needy kiss of his own.

Dizzy, lightheaded, your heart thumping erratically, you can’t think straight as his hot, wet mouth moves against yours. Greedy fingers grope and squeeze at your body - utterly frozen in shock, pliant under his touch. 

“Aw, quit yer whining, Bokkun,” the blonde growls as Bokuto finally pulls back enough to grant you a few precious gulps of air, gazing at you with a kind of love sick adoration that makes your stomach clench. 

A scoff sounds behind Bokuto, “A bit rich, coming from you, Miya. The two of you just are as bad as each other.”

It’s then that you realise the three of you aren’t alone. Wide eyed, on the edge of hyperventilating, you glance over your shoulder to find two pairs of eyes watching; russet eyes blown wide, enraptured, and swirling black depths, narrowed and glaring over at the blonde. 

Hinata and Sakusa.

It doesn’t feel real. Even with everything they’ve done so far, their possessive behaviour, their smothering affection - even the kisses, it feels like a fever dream. 

Even as Atsumu’s fingers are tugging your jacket off and Bokuto drags you forward, you can’t bring yourself to accept it, to properly fight back against it.

(Not that it would make a difference. They’re professional athletes, and there’s four of them against one of you.)

When your eyes fill with tears, Hinata’s there to brush them away, smiling down at you as he shrugs his own shirt off. “Don’t cry, angel. We’re gonna make you feel amazing, just wait!”

His words don’t fill you with ease. They can’t, not when he has that manic excitement bleeding through his expression - the same one you know he gets when he’s lost in the game, flying across the court like the laws of physics don’t apply to him. 

Hands are on you everywhere, teasing and exploring, too many to keep track of. Your clothes are pulled off, tossed aside and discarded without a second thought, and theirs follow suit. Fingers are tweaking your nipples and palming at your breasts, smoothing over the curve of your ass and trailing between your legs to play with your clit. 

“So fuckin’ pretty, ain’tcha? Our pretty girl, gonna be such a good little cockwhore for us.”

There’s lips against yours, at your neck, trailing down the column of your throat with a pleased hum. And between the kisses, you think that you’re crying, pleading for them to stop and let you go, but nobody listens as you’re manhandled onto one of the benches.

Your legs refuse to obey you, trembling as you try to kick out and wriggle away, only for rough hands to find your hips and drag you back. “C’mon, baby. Be good for us, you’ve already made us wait so long.”

Somebody smacks your ass and you jolt, crying out, only for a hand to soothe over the welt, another squeezing at your hip in a mockery of reassurance. “Don’t make us have to hurt ya, sweetheart.”

It’s easier, you think, to just close your eyes tight and pray that any second now, you’ll wake up in your bed to the blaring of your alarm. But the moment they flutter shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip as fingers dig into your thighs, warm breath ghosting across your sex, a low voice whispers in your ear, “Look at me.”

And you have no choice but to obey, forcing your eyes open to find Sakusa standing to your side, stroking his cock. It’s pretty, you distantly think, and you suppose that it suits him. Well groomed, long but not terribly thick with a slight curve, flushed pink at the tip and glistening with the pre-cum beading at his slit. His other hand comes to rest on your cheek, cupping it with a gentleness that feels out of place, considering the hunger burning in the black depths of his irises. 

He doesn’t say another word as he coaxes your mouth open and guides your head forward to take his cock into your mouth, but the low moan that escapes him as your lips wrap around his length makes you shiver. 

Sakusa isn’t gentle as he fucks your mouth, his thumb stroking your cheek as fresh tears well, but it’s hard to focus on that alone when Hinata’s face disappears between your legs, his tongue laving at your cunt, eager for a taste of you.

It doesn’t take long for the other two to join, and you’re manoeuvred between them, forced to sit on Bokuto’s lap, his thick cock stretching you out while Hinata sits between your legs, diligently slurping at your folds, sucking at your clit, one fist wrapped around his own length, lazily pumping it. Sakusa continues to use your mouth to get himself off, uttering backhanded praise between instructions, hissing in pleasure when he hits the back of your throat and you choke around him, while Atsumu has one hand playing with your tits, the other gripping yours, forcing you to jerk him off. 

It’s too much for your brain to take. 

Your sobs and whimpers, already muffled thanks to the cock in your mouth, are lost to the symphony of grunts and moans, lewd squelching and the sound of skin slapping against skin. There’s too many hands touching you, too much pain fused with unwanted pleasure, overwhelming you as heat and panic and terror build up inside of you, and it feels like there’s an inferno burning beneath your skin, and you can’t breathe and you just want it all to stop, you want to wake up, and-

Suddenly, the door to the locker room snaps open, and all five of you freeze in place as the Captain stops dead in his tracks and eyes the scene before him. 

There’s no possible way for Meian to misconstrue it, not with everything you told him. Not with your face flushed and teary, your eyes glazed over and all but broken from the sick, twisted debasement his teammates have subjected you to. You’re naked, your body littered in love-bites and bruises, spread out before him like a feast.

And still, your eyes meet his, silently pleading for him to say something and stop this.

Meian takes a single step forward and a muffled whine leaves your lips as the cock inside of you twitches insistently. Sakusa draws his hips back, pulling himself free from your mouth, and despite the burn in the back of your throat, you swallow and try to speak.

“Please.” It’s little more than a squeak, hoarse and choked, but it doesn’t seem to make a difference. 

The Captain barely acknowledges that you’ve spoken at all, his attention fixated instead on your body; the way your pussy’s clenching around the base of Bokuto’s length, the tremor of your thighs under Hinata’s rough hands, the way your tits rise and fall with every quickened breath, your lips, swollen and beautifully fucked, glistening with spit before finally, those dark eyes meet yours once more.

And slowly, a grin breaks across his face. “You’d better hurry it up, the others aren’t too far off.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere atsumu miya #yandere bokuto kotaro #yandere hinata shouyo #yandere sakusa kiyoomi #yandere atsumu x reader #yandere bokuto x reader #yandere hinata x reader #yandere sakusa x reader #tw non con #i honestly don't know how i feel about this one #but it's done #i hope y'all like it anyway #i'm posting it before i can overthink it

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

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[royalelusts]

Could I have a request for upper demon moons with s/o gender neutral in a date in modern world ?

A/N: Here you go anon! I hope you enjoy these.

Kokushibo

I feel like he really enjoys quiet places

A day at the book store is usually you twos go to date

Just helping each other pick out books

Or finding really funny ones to make fun off

Another date you two go on regularly is to the park with your dog

Just watching you play fetch with her is enough to make Kokushibo laugh to himself

His favorite part about the walks though dont happen until the sun goes down

You two were walking hand in hand through the part

“Hey is something wrong?”

Your question caught him off guard. “Why would you say that love?”

“Well you keep checking your watch like somethings going to happen.”

Knowing you caught him he sighed leading you toward the tunnel of trees

As soon as the clock hit 9 the fairy lights in the tunnel turned on

“Oh so this is why you were in such a hurry.”

Pulling out his phone he put on a slow song and held out his hand

“May I?” “You may.”

And you two danced in the tunnel like you were the only people left on the planet

Doma

Did somebody say shopping?

He will buy you anything and everything

Oh you want that new book that your favorite author just dropped?

We’re picking it up right now

You want those shoes?

On it

Want the new video game that’s really hard to get?

Already in the bag

He absolutely loves to take you to buy clothes the most though

He pushes you out of your comfort zone in a good way

“Come on out darling. Let me see~”

“Doma I don’t know...”

“Nonsense. I bet you look amazing.”

After taking a deep breath you walked out of the changing room

“Look at yoooouuuuuu.” He squealed. “Do a turn for me won’t you.”

Rolling your eyes you complied to his wishes

“Ah you just look amazing. Yep we’re buying it.”

Yeah dates with Douma are a real confidence boost

Akaza

His dates are usually very chill

He’ll walk around town with you all day if he could

Doing whatever you wanted to do

But there is one time of year that is absolutely necessary for a date

And that my friends is fair time

You two wear matching outfits cause you’re that couple

He definitely makes it his mission to go on all the rides

Even the pirate ship

“Babe just one more time.”

You’ve had to pull him away from things more than once

You two were walking around having just got done eating when a certain clown started flying insults at your boyfriend

“Oh look at the big tough guy.” The clown teased

Of course Akaza ignored him cause he’s got self control like that😌

You two were walking away from the clown until he made a comment

“Oh I see you got a nice looking s/o with you. I would love to take them on a date.”

Yeah all self control out the window

Akaza walked straight up to the dunk booth and paid the vendor

“Come on big guy. Lemme take your lovely s/o on a date.”

Akaza smiled at the clown before hitting the target sending the other in the water

When Akaza came back you laughed

“Seems he got under your skin~”

“I can’t stand assholes like him.”

“Haha my hero.” You say giving him a kiss as a reward

Nakime

Dates with her are somewhat difficult

Don’t get her wrong, regardless of what you pick she’ll love it

But you really wish she would have some input sometimes

But that aside, stay home dates are more her style

Cuddling on the couch watching a movie, cooking together, self care nights?

The whole package

Absolutely loves when you play with her hair

Makes her soft

Lo-fi music played in the background as you typed away on your computer

Nakime, who just got out the shower, got behind you resting her head on your shoulder

“Rough day?” All she did was hum a yes

“You know what that means~” You turned around hugging her tightly

“Self care night!” She let out a soft chuckle at your antics

Hantengu

Like Kokushibo, his ideal date would be someplace quiet

But with less people

So he always has weird places to take you

There was this bookstore in this part of town very little people knew about

Or rooftop cafe that served your drinks in the strangest cups

Your favorite thing is when he find small events to take you to

“Sweetheart...I found this new cafe. Would you like to go with me?”

“Of course I will!”

The cafe was a little bigger than the ones you usually went to but not by much

There were plants everywhere, chairs were shaped like teacup mugs, and there were teddy bears of different sizes at each table

“Tengu this is adorable”

“It makes me happy you like it” He gave your hand a soft squeeze before deciding to head to the counter

Gyokko

He’d probably take you to an art museum

Since he himself is an artist he goes there to analyze insult the art pieces

“My art looks way better than whatever this is”

He said that about the Mona Lisa….THE MONA LISA

I actually see him to be a really respected artist in the art world

So he’s constantly being invited to art galleries

Of course he brings you along

Before you two met he went alone and got bored really quickly

None of the art truly caught his eye

But with you there?

He has the absolute time of his life

You two were staring at a painting

“...what is it supposed to be?” You asked tilting your head

“It’s fucking atrocious that’s what it is.”

You laughed at your boyfriend’s comment

The artist having overheard you two didn’t like the comments you were making

He was so fed up he went right up to your boyfriend

“You don’t know the first thing about art. How would you know what looks good?”

Already knowing where this was going you unhooked your arm from your boyfriend

“How would I know? Anyone with eyes can see that this doesn’t deserve to be here. These brush strokes aren’t even going the same way and you have the audacity to yell at me for not knowing anything about art?!”

(please know I know nothing about art so I’m sorry if I offended anyone🥲)

The artist having been embarrassed in front of everyone quickly exited the room

Gyokko wrapped his arm around your waist again smiling

“Ready to go love?”

Kaigaku

Dates with Kaigaku will either be super chill or chaotic

He once took you both to a rage room

It may or may not have ended with either of you crying

Another time he took you to paint pottery

It really depends on how he’s feeling that day

Tonight was going to be a chill night though

You two were laying on a mountain cuddled up on a blanket staring at the stars

“Babe look it’s orion.”

After a few seconds of him not saying anything you raised your brow “Babe?”

You looked over to see him staring at you

“Sorry I was just looking at the prettiest star ever”

You laughed at his horrible pickup line and pecked his forehead

“Thanks babe.”

Gyutaro

(ah the love of my life)

He’s not a guy who would take you to an extravagant restaurant or to walk around in a crowd

Unless that’s really want you want of course

Even then it would take a lot of convincing

You know that he doesn’t see himself that highly

(no baby you’re literally perfect please don’t talk down on yourself🥺)

He would much rather stay at his/your house and vibe

But if you REALLY REALLY want to go out he’ll arrange something

He has a spot he goes to that overlooks the city

It lets him forget his responsibilities for a while

Gyutaro: i’m outside get dressed

You raised your brow at the text but got dressed regardless

Outside he was waiting next to his motorcycle staring at the sky

“Sooo what’re we doing?”

“It’s a surprise. Here.”

He held out one of his hoodies and a helmet

You two drove for about 30 minutes before he stopped on a cliff

“We’re here.”

You walked up to the edge in awe

“Taro it’s….it’s amazing”

He hummed wrapping his arms around you resting his head on your shoulder

Yeah this is all he could ask for

Daki

Did someone say parties?

She 100% sees going to parties together as dates

I mean you get to see her in an amazing outfit

Who wouldn’t want to see that?

Now if this is your scene then there’s nothing to fix

If it’s not you’re going to have to explain that to her

You would probably take her to a flea market

Daki look around the building in utter disgust

“What the fuck? Why are we here?”

“Babe please just trust me.” You gave her a soft smile

Remembering this was supposed to be a 'date' she begrudgingly goes along with it

First you take her to the food section

She’s never seen food like this before so she’s a little hesitant

“...what is that?”

“It’s ox tail. Try it.” Hesitant she ate a piece and omg she absolutely loved it

You walk around some more until you get to the section with the perfume and jewelry

She’s absolutely amazed. They are so many different sizes with different colors.

“I want them all.”

“Babe no-”

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Our Girl ~ OT7 [Request] [M]

WORD COUNT: 2.8K

PAIRING: OT7 X Fem!Reader

GENRE: Porn...Just literally porn with a little backstory, established-relationship, Groupie for BTS, gang bang, oral both f and m receiving, derogatory terms, pet names, cum play, use of toys, swearing, anal

A/N: I am still trying to get the hang of ot7 smut so this is probably a little tame but I hope this is okay for you my love! 

WARNING: Not realistic, this is just fictional and the anon said anything goes so I went for this kind of scienero, please don’t come for me about it not being “realistic”

There wasn't much to know about your relationship with the boys, it was one that had to be kept under extreme secrecy from everyone. Not even your friends and family could know what you really did for your job.

"Y/n? You okay?" You glanced over at Yoongi and nodded your head at him. Over the past seven years of working for BigHit and the boys, you'd grown extremely close with each of them. Well, you had to be close to them all since they were regularly sleeping with you, not all at once. It had been decided that the boys needed that in their lives since they were famous and couldn't exactly have "normal" relationships you were brought in. At first, it freaked you out, you were getting paid to let seven different guys fuck you but as time went on and you spent more and more time with each of the boys you began to develop and grow feelings for them. Eventually falling in love with them and in turn, them falling in love with you. It was difficult to accept at first but you all came to arrangements with one another, spending each night with one boy doing whatever you wanted. Date nights, chill nights, whatever you fancied. Tonight it was Friday which meant it was your night with Yoongi, 

"Yeah, just tired." You whispered as you snuggled your head down into his neck, trying to keep your attention on the movie he'd put on but you were too tired to focus on anything. 

"Did we scare you with our question earlier?" The question. You thought back on what they had asked you and it wasn't a completely outlandish request but it was something that worried you. Since being together none of you had engaged in a sexual encounter with more than three of you but the boys expressed wanting to try something with all of them and you. 

"No, I just...I don't know how it would work." You admitted as you glanced up at him, he reached forward to pause the movie before sighing and looking at you. 

"You know it would never happen unless you were 100% okay with it...But we'd thought everything through, we'd look after you throughout it..." He began cupping your face in his hand, rubbing his thumb across your cheek as he smiled at you reassuringly. With the boys by your side, you felt as though you could do anything but this was something else. All seven of them wanting to have sex with you, you didn't know if that meant trying to share you or if the boys would be together and, as if he could read your mind, Yoongi chuckled softly at you. 

"Nothing would happen between the boys, we all want to be with you...You don't have to but we just thought we could suggest it." It wasn't as though the thought was completely new to you, you'd thought about it many times before but now that the opportunity was presenting itself it was a little nerve-wracking to say the very least.

"You don't have to give us an answer right now, we can wait." He promised you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and smiled at you. Yoongi was one of the boys you got along with most in the group, the two of you rarely had sex unless he wanted to get his anger out through sex or because he was extremely needy so your days together were normally spent binge-watching shows, movies or watching him work while you did some of your own hobbies.

"I'll keep thinking about it," You promised him, looking back at the screen before back at him with pleading eyes. You wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed beside him and fall asleep and he could tell that by one look at you. 

"Fine, but I'm keeping the movie on...Get comfortable," He grumbled as he laid down on the bed with you, pressing play while you snuggled against him falling asleep within a matter of minutes. He smiled down at your sleeping figure and kissed the top of your head, 

"Love you, baby." He whispered before watching the movie once again.

A month after your date night with Yoongi you finally told the boys you would be comfortable doing what they wanted to do but then nothing happened. No one spoke about it again and no one brought it up with you, deciding that they probably lost interest you never brought it up either.

"H-Hobi," You breathed out as your hands ran through his hair, his lips were attached to your clit as he ate you out in his room, smirking against your core as you let out the most beautiful moans for him. You were blindfolded and laid on the bed for your date night with him. Hoseok was always looking for new ways to spice things up in the bedroom so you figured this was just his new way of doing that with you,

"Don't stop!" You cried out as your head began to spin and the pit in your stomach began to deepen, you could feel your orgasm building up with each flick of Hoseok's tongue and thrust of his fingers inside of you. 

"F-Fuck!" You screamed clenching around his fingers as a wave of euphoria washed over you, cumming all over his fingers as you screamed out his name loudly. Holding his head against your core as you came down from your high, panting heavily as he slowly removed the blindfold from your eyes. 

"You're so sexy when you pant like that," Your eyes snapped over to the corner of the room where Namjoon was sitting in a chair, a tent in his pants and he slowly ran the palm of his hand over it. 

"J-Joonie?" You stuttered out as Hoseok stood up, wiping the corners of his mouth and letting out a small moan from the way you tasted. 

"Doesn't she just have the cutest moans," Hoseok said in a cocky tone, turning to look at the bedroom door where Yoongi and Jimin were standing holding a small bag in their hands. A bright pink bag which you knew the contents of. It was Jimin's sex bag. Everything he used on you was in there from toys to items he could use to tie you up with, everything that excited you both.

"We asked Hoseok to warm you up for us," Jin said as he watched you, it was coming to your attention that all of the boys were in the room now and watching you. 

"T-This is happening tonight?" You asked, your eyes bouncing between all of them as you grew wetter at the thought of it. Despite just cumming hard over Hoseok's fingers the thought of having them all here was exciting you more than you thought it would. 

"Look at that, legs clenching together at the thought of us all taking you in one night," Taehyung smirked as he crawled over to you on the bed, running his hands between your thighs to show off your core to everyone in the room. 

"Such a sticky, pretty little mess." Jungkook approved as he licked his lips, kneeling down on the floor in front of you as he blew cold air against your throbbing clit making you roll your head back. Taehyung attached his lips to your neck and began kissing softly, biting into your skin in the places he knew drove you crazy, 

"How is-" You stopped talking to let out a moan as soon as Jungkook ran his index finger through your folds, 

"How is this going to work?" Your eyes glanced over at Jin who was normally the level-headed one in situations but all he did was wink at you before Jungkook's lips were attached to your already sensitive clit.

"O-Oh fuck!" You cried out rolling your head back as you laid down on the bed, back arching as he continued to eat you out aggresively. It was the way he got whenever he was jealous of the other guys, even though you were dating each of them Jungkook was still a little sensitive when it came to sharing you.

"Jungkook-AH!" You screamed out as he slid two of his fingers into you and began curling them up, your head was spinning as you rolled your hips up to meet the thrust of his fingers. 

"Such a good little slut for us," Taehyung cooed as he reached over to your face and began stroking your cheek, making you look at him as he pulled himself free from his trousers making your mouth water. 

All you did was part your lips for him and he smirked at you before running the tip of his cock along your bottom lip. 

"T-Tae! I want it," You begged him, sticking out your tongue for even a taste of him as he and the others all chuckled. Your head was spinning from Jungkook's actions but you begged Taehyung to let you taste him until he sat you up into a crunching position, 

"Now be a good little girl and suck," He told you as you took him into your mouth instantaneously, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock while your hand massaged the rest of his length.

By know the boys were all naked and watching you, Namjoon was pumping himself while Yoongi and Hoseok watched in awe of what Jungkook was doing.

"Jimin, isn't there something in that bag for her?" Your eyes glanced over at Jimin as you let out a moan around Taehyung's cock. 

"Don't look at him." He growled making your eyes dart back up at him as you moaned out again. 

"C-Close!" You screamed as Jungkook continued to aggressively eat you out, thrusting his fingers deeper into you until he suddenly stopped and you felt your orgasm being pulled away from you. 

"W-What-" You let out a loud moan as you felt Jungkook suddenly slide into you and you clenched around him. 

"F-Fuck, Jungkook I thought we were waiting to enter her until Jimin gave her, her present." A disappointed sounding Taehyung whined as he watched Jungkook slowly thrust into you, making you cry out as your back arched back. Taehyung pumped himself while watching you cry out in pleasure from his younger band member. 

"Faster," You panted looking at Jungkook who continued with his agonisingly slow yet hard thrusts making you whine out in displeasure. 

"Here, Hyung." Jungkook took Jimin by the hand and smiled down at you as you stared up at him in confusion. Jimin's hand ran through your folds as Jungkook continued to thrust into you, 

"Do you think we'll need lube or is the little whore wet enough?" You cried out as he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, Jimin's hand moving out of the way as Jungkook dragged you to the edge of the bed thrusting insanely fast making your head spin. 

"J-Jungkook....I-I can't- I-I need to cum." You threw your head back as your second orgasm ripped through your body more powerful than the first you came around Jungkook's cock before he came into you, spilling his hot seed before grunting and biting down on your neck. 

"I-I didn't want my turn to be over," He mumbled before moving away from your legs and going to clean himself up in the corner. 

"On all fours princess," Namjoon praised as he looked at you, you got onto the floor before getting down on your hands and knees looking up at him for approval. 

"Such a good girl, you're our good girl right?" You nodded at him as he stood in front of you, cock right in your face as you licked your lips at the sight of it. 

"Jimin," Namjoon looked behind you so you glanced over your shoulder to see Jimin with a bottle of lube and a small butt plug for you. It wasn't something new, you'd been using them for a while with him and Yoongi.

"D-Do it," You giggled, wiggling your hips as you turned back to look at Namjoon, stretching your hand out to take him into your mouth but he swatted your hand away and thrust into your mouth. Holding onto the back of your head as he did small thrusts moaning out loudly,

"So pretty being stuffed full of cock." Jimin praised as he rubbed the lube around your hold, thrusting two fingers into you before gently pushing the cold metal plug into your ass making you cry out around Namjoon. 

"D-Do that again," Namjoon panted as he looked at Jimin who pulled the plug out before pushing it back in making you cry out around Namjoon again who grunted. 

"I-I think she likes that, do you like that princess?" You nodded your head around Namjoon's cock before he pulled out and cupped your chin in his hands. 

"Do you want someone to fuck you in the ass baby?" You nodded at Namjoon's question and the plug was pulled out once again. 

"J-Jimin," You pleaded as you looked over at him, his cock pressed against the entrance as you moaned out.

Spreading your cheeks apart Jimin moaned out loudly as he slid into you, both of you moaning in sync with one another as Namjoon slipped back into your mouth. 

"I can't wait any longer," Yoongi grumbled laying down on the floor underneath you as he rubbed his cock at your core, smirking as he watched your eyes scrunching together. It was nothing new having one of them fuck you in the ass while the other fucked your cunt but you were already feeling full. 

"Look at that, she just loves being filled with cock," Yoongi praised as he began sucking on your nipples, guiding his cock into your wet cunt as you moaned around Namjoon sending him over the edge. 

You swallowed every drop before giggling up at him and moaning out as Jimin and Yoongi timed their thrusts with one another. 

"Jimin! Y-Yoongi!" You gripped onto the carpet floor as your head rolled forward, thoughts racing as they continued to thrust into you. 

Jin stood in front of you as he began smirking and rubbing his cock,

"Tell us what you want," He smirked pumping himself faster he continued to watch your eyes roll back as you cried out mumbles of their names. Begging them to let you cum as you continued to roll your hips back. 

"Please, I-I want to cum!" You screamed out as Jimin slapped your ass and smirked as you clenched around him and Yoongi. 

"You wanna cum? What happens after that baby?" Jimin slapped your ass again as he asked you the question and you screamed out in pleasure. Yoongi's thumb made its way to your clit and began rubbing as your screams grew louder. Sweat was beginning to run down your face as they continued to fuck into you. 

"Y-You can cum all over me, claim me as yours." You screamed out as you continued to roll your hips, Jimin exchanged a look with Jin who nodded. Jimin began picking up the pace as did Yoongi until your head began to spin. It was as if you had static in your brain as you felt your orgasm coming closer to you. 

"FUCK YES!" You screamed out as you gripped onto the carpet, your toes curling as the pleasure ripped through your body, your head thrashing back as you came around Yoongi. 

The boys pulled out of you and you let out a dissatisfied whine as you realised neither of them had cum but now all seven of them were standing in front of you pumping themselves. 

"Be a good girl and open your mouth," Jin smirked as he looked at you, you did as you were told parting your lips and sticking out your tongue as each of them began to let out loud groans of your name. 

"S-Shit," You stared up at Jungkook who was the first one to cum and you giggled as he shot his load onto your cheeks and some into your mouth. Next was Taehyung who thrust into your mouth as he came making you look into his eyes as you swallowed every drop. 

"F-Fuck." He grunted as you swirled your tongue around his tip before moving on to Yoongi and Namjoon, you began pumping them with your hands before squeezing both of their tips into your mouth and pumping them until they came loudly, cumming in your mouth and over your tits as you giggled at them happily.

"Our turn," Jin said as he looked at Hoseok and Jimin who were crowding around you, you looked up at each of them switching your mouth between them until all three of them grunting and came onto your face without warning making you whimper. 

"Our dirty little girl," Jin moaned out as he went to go and get you a washcloth to clean up with and Hoseok went to run you a bubble bath. 

It was safe to say that wasn't the last time it would be happening but you all agreed to keep it for special occasions or when you were feeling really needy since it drained you so much.

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[mayansmcsblog]

Her world or mine

I have no idea when i wrote this but i found it in my drafts half done so i finished it and- yh that's about it😅

This was meant to be based upon the song her world or mine but i got off track so its only loosely based upon it.

word count: 3640

Enjoy!

He hasn't used the truck for weeks, he had no reason to anymore, being in it only brought back memories of you. The long drives, the short drives too. The way you would hold his hand while he was driving or how you would remind him to pay attention to the road when he looked in your direction for too long. All the memories were fresh within his mind- almost as if it was yesterday. 

Even now, he was only sitting in it, he had to do the beer run and obviously that couldn't be done on a bike, he had to take the truck, but all he could think about was how you used to sit in the passenger seat beside him. He could see it in his mind so vividly, if he didn’t know you had moved on he would swear you were sitting with him. 

Looking at the dash his gaze caught the Polaroid photo that was still in its place next to the radio. Your face accompanied a smile whilst his had his usual ‘tough’ man expression, but if you looked close enough, you would be able to see a small smile placed upon his lips. You took it at one of the infamous Mayans parties, he remembered how it took you around 10 minutes to ‘convince’ him to take it, he wanted to take it from the moment you suggested it but he wondered how far you would go to get him to do it

-

“Please” you had been begging him for the last 5 minutes in attempt to get him to take a photo with you but to no avail

“No” you two were sitting on the bench outside the clubhouse, people surrounding the both of you, everyone was involved on their own conversations so neither of you paid any mind to them. Of course he was still aware of his surroundings but was more relaxed than usual

“But come on” you begged

“No y/n” he kept his face as straight as he could but you could slowly see a shadow of a smirk forming upon his lips

“Why?”

“No face no case” he shrugged with a slight smirk on his face, clearly that was a lie. Not even 20 minus prior you had taken a photo of all of the club members standing outside of the clubhouse per bishop’s request so he could frame it and hang it somewhere within the clubhouse to show off the members.

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“Why are you so adamant? “He questioned

“Because” 

“Because what?” standing up he motioned for you to do so as well,

“Just because”

“Come on follow me”

Standing up you took this hand as led you away from the party,

“Where are we going?”

“To take this god damn photo”

-

Recalling that night he felt a pain inevitably run across his chest, sure you two were only friends when it was taken but that night was the foundation for building the relationship you two once shared. 

Why had he been so stupid to let you go?

He knew he would have to drive past your place to get to the brewery, it was inevitable really. There was no other way unless he was going to drive an extra 30 minutes, which he didn't have time for.

when he reached the turn in to your street he slowed down a little, looking at your house from a distance he could see a car he didn’t recognize in the driveway. As he got closer he could see two people on the porch, he immediately recognized you accompanied by some guy. 

Of course you had someone else.

-----

Sitting on the couch you couldn't help but let your mind drift back to him, you missed his smile, you missed the way he would have a running commentary while watching anything on the TV, you missed how he would hold you after a long day, you missed everything about him.

“You’re thinking about him again, aren't you?” 

You did nothing but hum in response

Your brother had elected to stay with you for a few weeks while he was on a business trip for some type of expansion for the company he worked for. Originally it was a good idea, it kept you mind off Ez, but the more time your brother was here, the more he talked about his wife back home and how he couldn't wait to get back to her just made you think about how you don't have someone in your life to look forward to anymore, you no longer had someone you could tell everything to, someone who would stay by your side, someone you knew would be waiting for you when you were away from home. As much as you loved your brother, you were thankful he was leaving tomorrow

“Im gonna go get a drink” standing up you heard your brother mumble something in response but you elected ignored him and heading to the kitchen.

As you approached the fridge you spotted the picture of you and Ezekiel stuck on the door. You were pretty sure it was Coco who had taken when him, you, Ez and Angel went over the border for a day because none of you had anything to do and for some reason Mexico was the first thing that was suggested. You had been meaning to get rid of it but couldn't bring yourself to. Alot of memories were collected between the four of you, some of them you were just not ready to let go of yet.

By now he was probably already in another relationship so why were you still holding on?

Grabbing a bottle of water you headed outside and sat on the porch steps. You knew there was a party at the clubhouse tonight, Angel had invited you to come, but you knew Ez would be there. 

Did you really want to see a girl all over him while you're still here alone? Because that would definitely happen

Maybe he wouldn't be there? Or maybe he would be too busy doing stuff to even realize you were there 

You were too wrapped up in your own mind to even realize your brother had stepped outside till you heard a creak from the wood behind you 

“Y/n?”

“Yeah” 

“you okay?" He asked sitting beside you

 “yep"

You two sat in silence for a few moments before he started talking once again

“I love you ye? Don’t let that boy ruin you. He lost you by his own fault. You did nothing” he rambled on about how you should have been treated better and how Ez lost the best thing he could ever have. But you knew he was wrong.

Ezekiel always treated you like a queen, your brother met him one time and barely spoke to him for longer than five minutes. As far as you were concerned you brother didn't know anything about him

While he was rambling you were looking into the distance, mainly just looking at the sky but you could have sworn you saw his truck drive past, but maybe you were just seeing things right? His truck wasn't the only one, there were probably millions of them.

-

The party was in full swing, people were everywhere, the room full of patches from all over. mass amounts of people from charters were visiting in celebration of a new deal with the sons, leaving Ez to tend the bar along with some hang rounds.

Wiping down the bar he couldn't help but think about you for the billionth time today. He knew you two broke things off but it didn't mean you had to leave everyone from the club behind as well as him.

"Bro what the hell is wrong with you?" Angel questioned

"Nothing" shrugging his shoulders he dropped the bar rag and turned to get angel a beer from the fridge behind him

"Stop lyin man, what's going on in that head?" Angel knew his own brother better then to believe 'nothing' was going on with him, something was always going on up in Ez's brain, even if he didn't admit it

"I dunno man, I just think it's weird how y/n left us you know?" Ez shrugged again, handing angel a beer

"She didn't leave us. She’s distancing herself. Got a lot of family shit going on right now" he explained, you kept Angel in the loop with everything, after all he was your best friend even before Ez and you got together, if Ez wouldn't tell you something- Angel would.

"Just think it’s weird" Ez repeated, messing with the bar rag once again

"Ya well she’s coming tonight”

Before Ez could respond coco stood next to Angel 

"Who’s comin?"

The brothers looked at each other for a moment before angel came up with an idea 

"Just some random bird for our boy scout to bed"

"My man," Coco chuckled "finally gonna get your dick wet huh?"

----

You knew this was a bad idea, you knew he would be here. 

Was he going to be with another girl? Actually stupid question, of course he would be

Opening your phone you sent angel a text

‘I'm like five minutes out but i swear to God if you abandon me tonight i will hit you so hard that you can't remember anything for a week’

At least he would walk in with you so you weren’t alone right?

---

Angel stood up abruptly in the middle of a conversation he was having

"Where the fuck you going?" Coco questioned, lighting a cigarette from the chair he was sitting in

"Meet a friend"

"A friend huh?"

"Yeah...maybe you'll like her" Angel replied before grabbing his beer and retreating towards the door.

---

Walking through the gate you saw the front of the club littered with patches. Some of them were from different charters. Weird, angel never mentioned other charters visiting, by the look of the outside, you could only imagine the clubhouse itself is packed with people.

Scanning the crowd you spotted the person in question walking towards you

“Hey stupid face”

“good evening stupid head”

“that's basically the same thing i just said” 

"oh shut up i couldn't think of insult fast enough”

Pulling you into a hug you couldn't help but feel a little more relaxed. Angel was always like an older brother to you, an annoying one at that but still a brother.

It had been weeks since you saw him, being back in his company made you feel safe again, almost like a sense of home

He placed a kiss on your temple “We missed you here”

“Yeah, I know” letting him go you looked around, mainly to see if any of the other guys were in sight but also to see if coco was around, expecting to be attacked as per usual. 

Angel took notice of you scanning the crowd “He's inside”

“Hmm? Sorry I got no idea what you're on about”

Pulling you into his side he wrapped an arm around your shoulders “sure ya don't”

Walking inside you scanned the crowd once again, thankfully coco was nowhere to be seen for the moment and most of the guys were spread out around the room. Bishop and Taza were playing pool, Gilly and Creeper were sitting at the table in a conversation whilst hank sat opposite them looking at something on his phone, Ez was tending the bar like usual but this time he was accompanied by some hang rounds.

At least there isn't girls hanging off him yet 

“C'mon let’s get a drink huh” angel lightly shoved you towards the bar playfully.

“No”

“No?” his eyebrows raised playfully

“No and if you try to make me go over there with you i promise i will embarrass you” you laughed 

“Fine”

After he got the drinks you both sat at a table in the corner for a while talking, the majority of the topics were about what had been happening while you were distanced from everyone.

Eventually Coco spotted you two and joined in the conversation. you sat talking to the two of them while everyone else was up to their own things, you didn't mind, the both of them combined made for some very interesting storys, the conversation could never die. After around 10 minutes, Angel had left you two alone saying he “wasn't bout to listen to this shit ''- which was super ironic considering the topic of conversation was about modifications for a new bike coco had brought a few days ago

“How does your bike handle anyway? I heard they are bottom heavy and hard to manoeuvre sometimes” you questioned. overtime Ez had taught you some things about bikes, mainly when he was just rambling about random things not thinking you were really paying attention to what he was saying

“It’s alright i guess, sometimes it slips when I lean too far on corners, other times it tends to not wanna go the way I need to but other than that it handles pretty well, arms hurt like a bitch after long ride though” he explained

Nodding your head you understood where he was coming from, having your arms at that angle for hours must have taken its toll

“Ay '' he nodded his head towards someone behind you, Turning your head you saw it was Ez walking through the door with Angel, seemingly engrossed in some type of conversation they were having.

Despite spotting him earlier you only scanned over his appearance but now you actually took a good look at him, he looked different, not much but still different from before. His hair was in the same style but it little more grown out then usual, his facial hair had grown out a little too. His eyes had bangs underneath them and his face looked drained.

All in all he looked like shit.

“You know he’s not the same without you right?” bringing your attention back to coco you couldn't help but feel like you were to blame, maybe if you fought harder of him you two would have never split.

“You two spoke since?” he questioned

“Nope...I got a few drunk calls saying he was sorry but other than that. No” you shook your head. 

After you two first broke up he called you around a week later rambling about something but since he was slurring his words- you could barely understand anything he was saying. You got about 2 voicemails of him saying he was sorry and how he fucked up but- you never spoke to him, never texted him back when he would ask you if you were coming to one of the parties.

“The amount of times we've had to stop him from drunk calling you is unreal”

Playing with the label on the beer bottle in front of you, you thought about what coco said- clearly Ez had attempted to talk to you at some point, but why? The whole breakup was because he needed “space” to deal with some things so why was he trying to talk to you?

“He wanted space, I gave it to him” you shrugged, slowly peeling off the label

“Didn’t mean you had to leave us too” looking up from the bottle you saw coco was now avoiding your gaze

“Yeah...I know” maybe it was wrong of you to drop everyone, but being around them would have only brought back memories of you and Ez. At the time it seemed like a good idea to distance yourself from all of the guys, but now, despite only being here for a hour, you could tell how much you really missed being around them.

“You know he’s walking over here right?” Dropping your head onto the table you let out a sigh causing coco to laugh “I’ll leave you two alone huh?” lifting your head up you looked at him with a facial expression as if to say ‘don’t leave me’ but he did anyway

“Y/n” his voice was low, almost as if he didn’t believe he was saying your name again

“Ezekiel”

“Can we talk?”

“We are talking” sitting up straight you turned in your seat to look at him. He looked even worse up close- the bags under his eyes were alot darker then they seemed from a distance, they made it appear like he hadn’t slept for days, you couldn’t help but notice he had a bruise slowly forming on top of his right eyebrow.

“What happened there?”

He looked confused for a moment till you pointed to his eyebrow

“Oh I erm…got into a fight.....with a wall” his eyes were trained onto the floor, almost like he was ashamed.

You hummed in response not sure how to respond without laughing 

“So how have you been?” he questions

“Good i guess..how about you?”

“Alright I suppose”

What followed was nothing but silence between the both of you, neither of you knowing what to say. The sounds of other people talking and rock music became almost deafening as the two of you stayed silent

“Well this got really awkward fast” you spoke up causing Ez to laugh a little

“Yeah..yeah it did” he nodded

After a few more moments you stood from your chair “I'm just gonna-”

“Yeah go, i get it go ahead” he finished your sentence for you.

Nodding you quickly made your way outside, the yard was almost empty by now, people had either left for the night or had moved inside.

You spotted Angel sitting on the front steps fiddling with one of the rings on his hand while looking at something in the distance. You sat beside him in silence, neither of you even attempting to make conversation but simply just being trapped within your own minds.

When you and Ez broke up you knew things would change, you knew the two of you probably wouldn't be able to have the same conversations you would before, but you never expected them being so awkward.

Maybe it was just because the wound was still pretty fresh, after all it had only been just over a month

After a few minutes you heard the door behind you open as someone stepped out, seconds later a figure sat next to you, looking over you saw it was coco

“What we doin? havin a lil moment to yourselves” he asked lighting up a cigarette and offering the both of you one

“Yep” Angel responded, taking one and lighting it before looking somewhere in the distance once again. All three of you sat for a few minutes just looking at seemingly nothing in particular.

Maybe it won't be like this forever? At some point there has got to be a time where you can come to the club without feeling awkward because ez’s here.

You heard the clubhouse door open once more behind you and once again, you didn't turn around, but coco did

"Ay man sit" you heard him say as he snapped his fingers at space left beside him to whoever stepped out from the door. It didn't take long for whoever it was to sit down.

Much like he did with you and Angel, Coco offered the person a cigarette which they must of silently declined from the lack of verbal exchange.

There has to be a point when you and the club can all hang out together like before....there has to be a stage where you and Ez can talk like normal people without it being awkward….right?

Seemingly out of no were Coco spoke up, nodding his head towards two stacked benches on the opposite side of the yard "You think i could clear those in one attempt?"

Angel was the first to respond "Absolutely fucking not" he paused for a moment- looking where the benches were stacked "but I'd love to see you try"

"I bet $50 you fail and fall face first" someone spoke up, looking to your left you finally realized who stepped out earlier ..Ezekiel

"Bet, ill prove you wrong" coco stood, taking off his kutte and placing it on the stair rail "you two wanna place any bets?" Coco looked at you and Angel

"Nope, I'm good" you shook your head

"I bet $50 that you don't clear it" Angel responded

"You have no faith pretty boy" coco responded, shaking his head  as he started to walk over to the benches

"This is going to end in a hospital trip" you stated making both Angel and Ez laugh

All three of you watched as coco seemed to examine the height of the two benches, planning the distance he would have to run to gain enough speed to propel himself over them and how he would land the jump

"You think he's gonna snap his nose again?" Ezekiel questioned

"Definitely" both you and Angel replied

All three of you watched as coco began to run towards the benches, from your angle it looked as if he could clear it....you were wrong. 

Seconds later coco was laying face first in the dirt, one leg was on the floor while the other was stuck in a piece of wood on the bench that had broke underneath his weight

"I think i broke my nose" you heard coco exclaimed causing all three of you to laugh. The few people who were still outside drew their attention to the scene and started laughing too when they realized what happened.

"Ill go get some paper towels" you said, still laughing.

Maybe this was a sign nothing had changed between the four of you, that you could all still hang out and do stupid stuff like before

Maybe nothing has to change

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An| hope you enjoyed this fic. Honestly have no idea why or when i started writing this but 🤷🏼‍♀️ . *sorry for any spelling or grammar errors or any parts that don't make sense. only scanned it before posting it*

ALSO- i swear part two to the prank war is coming! Its just talking awhile for me to find a way to describe to things going on as well as being busy with other stuff.

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[dorimena]

𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝖕𝖙.𝟏

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; monoma neito

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 5.1k of filth,

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; nsfw, Overstimulation, edging, dacryphilia, degradation/humilliation, cursing, cockwarming, crossdressing, school girl kink (?), mommy kink, pegging, cum play+eating, dom!fem reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; whiney Monoma, loud sex, Monoma in a skirt, soundproof dorms, mentions of other 1B characters, aged-up character, Monoma is 18 in this

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; this was meant to just be some long fic, but I find it easier to just divide it into 2 parts while I figure out how to write out the scene I actually wanted to get to. I got carried away. This is what I've been doing during holy week. My religious school would be ashamed of me. This has been proofread, but if there are still any mistakes, I apologize.

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔦.; incomplete/in progress.

Monoma had a shit week.

It all started on Monday when his school pants ripped conveniently from the back as he bent down to pick up his fallen notebook. They didn’t even look like they would rip! So how did they...? All he could hear during his inner turmoil and growing embarrassment were murmurs of pity, whispers of curiosity, and his homeroom teacher calling his name countless times to send him back to the dorms to change. Permission slip in hand and underwear out, he silently nodded and made his out, all while ignoring a burning sensation in his eyes and sudden dryness in his throat.

(Walking out the doors with his blazer tied around his waist, he swore he heard a familiar giggle and mockery coming from a smart-mouthed girl.)

Tuesday came bulldozing so suddenly that it ran over him. Well, really it was Yaoyorozu’s canon that almost ran him over. 

The day, in general, was normal, none of his classmates made comments about the minor incident the day before, well, except for Y/N who asked if he sent his pants to be fixed or not. (He didn’t, so she demanded him to hand it over to her.) He didn’t go back to the dorms after their last class, since he has to carry out classroom cleaning duties after he accidentally pushed Bakugou into the mud last week. No, seriously, it was an accident. First off, he didn’t see the mud. Second off, he was messing around with Kaibara’s quirk, which spooked Nirengeki who was somehow walking close by to the hot-headed explosion man- and… well, Monoma mistook Bakugou for Honenuki. For some odd reason. How insulting to his intelligence and great memory skills.

So after such a tiring task of brooming, wiping, dusting, and inspecting, he expected to be knocked off his feet with whatever Kendo decided to cook for dinner, not Yaoyorozu’s canon. God, and he shrieked! Who fucking shrieks?! He’s 18, he’s not supposed to shriek! Unless you’re pegging him just right-  

Wednesday only sucked because you canceled your biweekly study session in favor of hanging out with the girls in 3A. Now, regardless of what people still say, he has matured and slowly grew out his competitiveness and “jealousy” over class A, and doesn’t really have much issue with most of them (mainly because Shinsou somehow helped him become more “friendly”). However, how dare you choose the girls over him! You’ve never done that. 

(And whether or not he was moody and pouty is just a hallucination of yours, he swears it.)

The only bad thing, if you could even call it that, that happened on Thursday was that it slipped his mind how much time he had left to use Tsuburaba’s quirk and lost against his good ol’ pal. 

Friday though… Friday was just really weird and he hated how it only felt weird for him. Maybe it’s pent up frustration with how the week went? Maybe it’s the pouty baby in him still being butthurt over Wednesday’s missed study date? Maybe it’s you staring at his legs and ass? Maybe it’s the way you look so delectable in your hero outfit? Maybe- well, now he was just overthinking it, and he rarely ever does! He was tempted on asking Shinsou to, y’know, brainwash him so he could forget this weird feeling of him feeling weird.

Now comes Saturday. 

Today is Saturday.

Today is 10:06 pm on a Saturday.

You’re over at his dorm for the already mentioned biweekly study date. He should feel happy, considering you brought over some snacks, ordered take-out from his favorite French restaurant, even played with his hair every time you guys had the 15-minute study break. 

But he’s not happy.  He’s not unhappy, but he isn’t happy? Again, the weird feeling he felt the day before hasn’t really left and it’s been crawling around his skin, only getting worse when he saw you coming in with pants. 

It’s not supposed to make him feel not happy, but you usually come over with a cute skirt or dress, showing enough of your thighs and panties to keep him up at night, fantasizing about them wrapped around his head, suffocating him as he eats you out so delicately or ferociously, littered with his desperate bites and kisses, making him whine out in horny pain-

“Monoma?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed in worry as you ditch your phone to look over at your whining boyfriend. “You okay there?”

Shit. He must’ve gotten lost in his thoughts. “Yes, I am perfectly fine, darling.”

Now that’s weird. He’s speaking so softly, and he only ever does that after he’s cum at least a few times, or when he’s totally relaxed and ready to call it a night. Well, there are those few times where he lies and he speaks about the same.

Humming, you smile sweetly at him. 

“Are you sure about that, baby boy?”

Oh, that sent a shudder through his body, his white shirt suddenly feeling too thick and his shorts feeling a bit constricting. In other words, he’s now turned on.

He stays quiet, however, because he feels like his voice will give away his actual feelings, whether it continues being soft or it decides to crack and show how he’s ready to give himself away to you.

“Neito. I asked you a question.”

“No, mommy! I-I mean, I don’t know…” He huffed out, embarrassment now outweighing his neediness. God, why did you have to pull out the mommy card?! You’re so wicked. Did you not know how horrible his week was and now you want to be mean to him?

“What do you mean by that, baby?”

“Well, I’ve had a horrible week, mommy! You should know that!” 

“Don’t dare yell at me, Neito. Mommy’s trying to be patient and understanding, but if you’re going to just be a brat, then I should just leave you in time out, right?” Monoma gawked, his whole body and attention turned towards you as you got off of his bed, arms crossed and disappointment showing on your face. Really? You’re disappointed? Just as he opened his mouth to talk back, you spoke first.

“And here I brought one last gift for you. I’m here trying to be such a caring, doting girlfriend, and you start making assumptions about my efforts? Bad boy!”

Wait, gift? These were gifts? Oh! You… you were trying to comfort him? God, guess he was a bad boy. 

Seeing him deflate, eyes losing whatever snark they possessed, you sigh and walk towards your bag near the door. And this made him stand up so quickly he lost his footing and slightly fell forward, shocked that you could be leaving already, which you aren’t. Startled by his sudden movement, you quickly take out a plastic bag and hold it in front of him to show the last gift. 

It was quiet between you two, staring at each other before looking down at what you are holding. 

“What is that?” He’s the first to speak, blinking as he tries to figure out what the dark blue item could possibly be. It’s pleated, though, so-

“Is it the skirt you’ll change into?” And you laugh, shaking your head as you walk back to the bed and sit. 

“Not me, baby. You will change into it.” He’s going to be wearing a skirt? 

Blinking once more in confusion, he giggles awkwardly before frowning. 

“You’re joking, right?” Now it’s your turn to frown.

“No.” And you smile confidently. “I promise, if you wear the outfit in here, it’ll lead us to the actual last gift, hm?” You bat your eyelashes like a little girl asking her dad for a new Barbie doll, or whatever it is they bat their eyelashes for. You’re curious to see what he’ll do.

And you didn’t have to wait long for his decision to be made.

Sitting on your naked lap, thighs trembling in either overexertion or overstimulation, is a certain sweaty, defiled blond male with gorgeous teary, periwinkle eyes trying their best to focus down on you. 

After he swiftly and elegantly changed into the outfit, it came to show on his mirror that this wasn’t some random crop top and skirt combo, but a whole schoolgirl uniform: apart from a cropped school girl top and the pleated navy skirt, there were white thigh highs and cute hair clips. 

Turns out, you misunderstood his ‘subtle’ hints of some kinky schoolgirl skirt sex; you thought he was offering, with the way he’d bat his pretty eyelashes at you and stare at your skirt during lunch. Really, he was implying you stay with it on, somehow. 

Regardless of who was wrong, the fact your pretty boy is squirming uncontrollably with your strap-on deep inside him is something you just have to engrave in your mind. Who knows when you’ll be able to buy another skirt his size? You can’t wait to render it useless.

“Y-You’ve been thin-thinking for too-oo long!” Monoma whines, bringing a hand to wipe away his bothersome tears he doesn’t want you to see, huffing at the end before moaning loudly as you roll your hips upwards, the tip of the dildo teasing his sweet spot.

“Mm, I didn’t say you can speak yet, did I? Guess mommy spoiled you too much.” Sneering, you shift on the bedsheets under you while placing your hands on his thighs, slowly raking your nails upwards. You try your best to avoid the white thigh-high socks, not wanting to make him ticklish and forget why you’re even touching him there. 

Monoma shakingly gasps, squirming even more as he tries to have his pathetic, precum weeping dick grab the attention of either one of your hands but ends up staining the clothing covering it. Rolling your eyes, you smack the hairless skin hard enough to watch it quickly flush red and hear him groan, whether in pain, arousal or both.

“Stop it. You’re making me angry with how selfish you’re being. Isn’t mommy supposed to be satisfied first? Or did you forget our rules, baby?” 

“N-no! No! No, I- no!” Is whining all that he can do? He’s been whining or moaning for the past hour, with the occasional groans or gasps. You don’t want him to only whine, you need to see him cry. 

Cry prettily as he did on Monday when he thought no one was looking back at the dorms.  Watch him struggle to keep his whimpers of humiliation at bay. Make him forget all about his silly pride and stupid competitiveness against a class who doesn’t really see him as a threat, but just a crazy motherfucker (or so says Hagakure.)

“No what, Neito? ‘No mommy! I do know the rules!’ or ‘No mommy! I forgot the rules!’ C’mon, baby. I thought you knew how to speak properly? Now you’re making Bakugou seem eloquent.”

Oh no, you’re upset at him. Monoma gasps in offense, though, at the implication that the anger and pride-driven Bakugou is better than him at speaking. Ouch, okay, that actually kind of hurt but it was kinda hot? Kinda not? What’s wrong with him?

Yeah, what’s wrong with him? You’re expecting him to go on with his speech of how Bakugou isn’t anywhere near his expertise and social skills, how he’s clearly more coherent than the other, or the typical ‘how dare you’ sentences. What you didn’t expect was him to whimper and clasp his hands together as if asking for forgiveness so soon.

“No mo-mommy! I do know! Th-The rules, th-that is! I know ‘em!” 

“Then you’ll stop moving so much and let mommy continue marking you? If you do, and I’ll be repeating this for the last time, Neito, mommy might let you cum first, mm? Sounds good?”

“Ye-ES!” Okay, maybe you should’ve waited until he answered to land another slap on his thighs, although this one was close to his dick. Oh well, at least he’s making other sounds, but no struggle or tears. 

Leaving nail marks around the pale, smooth skin, even carving your name on both thighs with light scratches, you’re in awe at how he’s trying not to move too much. Then again, he is your sweet baby boy, who thrives and gets off of making you proud of him and cumming because of him. 

Lifting your eyes from the satisfying reddening skin to his face, you’re struck with awe again: finally, as if some god were listening to your wishes, you see him blinking rapidly as a new batch of tears quickly accumulate on his lashline and slowly trickle down his red cheeks before being furiously wiped away by him. Seems like this has been going on for a bit, seeing how his eyes are slightly red and his hands, clasped back together, if not tighter, look kind of wet. He didn’t want you to know he was trying not to cry and then failed so beautifully.

Gosh, and here you were expecting him to be a brat, to defy your authority over him, to challenge you like he usually does. 

(If only you had some mind-reading quirk, you would’ve known he actually had been planning his next moves.)

“Good job, baby! You let mommy mark you so pretty with her hands, and look! Mommy’s name is on your thighs, so that next time you touch yourself you won’t forget who you belong to- I mean, who you’re a baby boy for.” 

You’re basking in happiness, in pride, in complete bliss while he thanks you in small whimpers, hips twitching and hole clenching around your strap. Right, you forgot how long he has been cockwarming you; guess he deserves an even better award. He never manages to hold back for so long when sitting on your silicone cock.

Rubbing your palms around his thighs without moving your stare from his face, you command him to put his hands to use and lift the hem of the skirt, getting a good show of a new dribble of precum dropping heavily onto your pelvis. His dick is even shaking just as much as his body, pulsing even more than any other past encounter. It’s also competing against Kirishima’s red hair for the title of the “most red thing ever to exist”. 

Monoma’s opening and closing his mouth, eyebrows furrowed in question and silent begging.

“You can speak now.”

“M-Mommy, you pro-hah-mised t-to make hn-me cu-um!”

“...Watch that tone, little boy.” You glowered before continuing. “Remind mommy what she promised you and explain why you deserve it.”

Now you’re being unfair again and Monoma doesn’t want to deal with how you’re suddenly trying to milk out his responses to the way you want. Crossing his arms and glaring down at you, he mutters, “Wh-why should I? Did y-you forget?” 

Humming, you move your hands to his hips, rubbing your thumb on the cheap material covering them before beginning to lift him off, at least trying to. “Guess mommy should go back to her room since her baby boy decided to be a little bitch.”

“No!” That’s startling on both your ends hearing such a loud, anguished tone come out of him. Bottom lip trembling and quickly putting his hands to grip tightly at the skirt, Monoma holds back a sob. 

“I’m so-sorry, mommy! ‘m not a-a, um, little b-bitch. I’m sorry.” Ending with a whisper, he slowly puts all of his body weight down on your lap, wanting to keep you there and make it impossible to lift him off, and hangs his head in defeat. (Really, it’s because of shame, but you’ll never hear that from him.)

Do you not realize how hard he’s shaking? He can feel his heartbeat in his ears and hear it from his brain. He’s all sweaty and flushed red, his pupils dilate every time you look deep into them. He’s seen the way your eyes light up when glancing at his weeping dick, and he loves how wet it looks, it feels, it sounds, whenever he shifts. 

Most importantly, other than his neglected manhood slowly turning a shade of purple, his prostate has been teased for so long that he just wants to ride you hard enough to find bruises tomorrow and hypothetically ‘destroy your cock’.

“If you’re sorry, you’ll tell me what I want to hear. I’m not going to repeat what I asked for.”

Gulping to ease down the shame building up in his body, he lifts his head enough to catch your gaze before softly responding. 

“Mommy, um, promised I-I get to cum… she’ll m-make me cum if I-I stopped movin’ s’ much.” Goddamn it, Monoma, get yourself together! “I d-deserve this be-because I stopped. Was a g-good ba-um, baby boy.” He loves hates it when you make him do this, even if not often.

Satisfied with the answer you’ll probably only ever hear once and as clear as possible, you nod your head. 

“Then fuck yourself on my cock, Neito.”

No need to repeat yourself. Every little noise he tried so hard to hold back, every twitch and shudder he tried so hard to subdue, every twist of his face to show off the agonizing pleasure is quickly overcoming his insides and dick.

He’s whimpering so loudly, so shamelessly, as he bounces greedily on your lap. Loud and wet skin slapping against each other, and you at first thought, through every lost huff of air, that it’d be his ass connecting to your lube-covered thighs. Instead, your eyes shift towards his crying cock, the way spurts and spurts of precum are left on your lower abdomen, how this furiously blushing extremity keeps slapping itself onto you with every one of his desperate bounces. It’s even wetter than moments ago, you would’ve thought it’d be lube.

Monoma opens his eyes, which seemed to have closed at some point, and looks down at your face, huffing out airy whines of ‘what’, not knowing what you’re looking at. His dick has been wet with his precum for the past hour, so what could be new?

Until he looks down at himself and is mesmerized with how his dick, heavy with unreleased cum and flushed with blood, is tainting and slapping against your beautiful skin with his horny juice- wait, how stupid is he to refer to his precum as ‘horny juice?’ 

Stupid enough to forget to close his mouth and make his built up drool mix in with the mess below, his whimpers and whiny moans turning into high-pitched cries of your name and loud moans, a normal person would worry about their neighbors. The more he stares at himself, the louder he gets and the sloppier his hips gyrate.

Until he suddenly feels the tip of the toy punch against his prostate. 

“Ahn! AGAIN! A-aga-again! Nngain!” Monoma screams, eyes crossing and welling up with old and new built-up tears, ready to drip down. He’s gripping and pulling the hem of his skirt in all directions, his hands never staying still even when a light rip could be heard upon a harsh pull. He recreates the same move, thighs quivering and tensing, begging to be closed. Each accurate hit to his sensitive spot forces out a louder cry and threatens his tears to let loose. 

His movements get sloppier and lazier. Seems like he’s tiring out, which isn’t good. Sure, you’re hoping to make him cry with pretty tears and ugly sobs, but you were also hoping to make him do so repeatedly. Then again, if he’s tired out, there wouldn't be much fight or snark from him and maybe you can still make him cry freely. 

Good thing you know how to execute fantastic sneak attacks against him.

Under the pillow where your head is situated, you reach for a not-so-small device that kind of looks like a walkie-talkie. Monoma sees this when trying to focus his sight, tensing up at the thought that maybe you were recording this for some benefit or blackmail. But why would you want to blackmail your own boyfriend? Had he done something not to your liking?

The answer came in the form of loud buzzing and sudden quaking starting from deep inside him. 

“Wh-wh-wha-what is- hnngh, st-sto-op!”  Monoma wails out, almost falling onto your body with how powerful the vibrations are churning hot inside of him. His vision is getting blurry, blocked by the tears that finally, finally are let go and kiss his cheeks with every hot trail left behind. 

“You, oh, want me to stop?” He can kind of see your wicked grin, the mockery in your tone and amusement oozing out making him let even more tears fall. Why would you want to stop? 

“St-sto-op?! No? N-no! No! P-pluh-plea- nnnghh!” 

Ah, so he’s gone dumb. He doesn’t realize he said to stop. Well, now you can either continue watching him break on your lap and admire the waterfall of precum and fresh tears and make him continue working for his orgasm; or, you can tease him some more while turning up the intensity of the toy, now that it’s pleasuring you for once. The way it tickles your clit is enough to make your panting much more noticeable and thighs tense. You wonder how a setting at 4 could already drag out such reactions from the blond male. Enticed now, you decide to go with the second choice. 

“P-pluh-plea…? Didn’t think y-you’d be stupid! Where did m-my smart-mouthed baby go? Ugh.” 

“N-n’where m’mmy! ‘m h-here- Fuck! Fuck, pl-please! Please! Mo-more? Nngh!”

“You’re slurring, b-baby. But, you a-asked politely.” You hover your thumb over the ‘+’ button, hips grinding upward to drag out some more tears, more cries, more whimpers as you melt into the bed.

“Mommy’s g-gonna count to 10, al-alright? Ugh, then you’ll c-cum, mm. Understand?” 

You’ve never seen so much eagerness come from Monoma before, well, not unless it’s because he knows he’ll win at something or get to prove his worth even more. But the way he nods reminds you of a bobblehead: empty in the head, cute to look at. 

“G-good. Don’t forget t-to keep riding m-mommy’s big, th-thick cock.” You then lower your voice, sending shivers down his spine even with how hot he feels. “Understand?”

You don’t wait to see more of his eager nods. You press down on the button until it reaches the maximum intensity, which makes your hips jolt up so harshly, thrusting the silicon toy back up to him that it’s enough to make him squeal. Now that’s new. 

As much as you’re enjoying how satisfying the stimulation is on your wet cunt, you can’t help but moan out loud Monoma’s name as the boy’s reduced to short-lived squeals and rapid hiccups, so rapid that you’re beginning to think he might be hyperventilating. Worried, you bring your thumb to reduce the intensity before feeling him grind so desperately on your lap. So without any more distractions or hesitations, you quickly begin the countdown.

“Ten.” Monoma repeats with a strained moan, his hands flailing about as he tries to grab purchase onto something, letting go of his ‘forgotten’ skirt.

“N-nine.” Monoma finally plants his trembling hands onto your shoulders, pinning you down enough to give enough strength to his arms. Hovering over you, you frown at his skirt-covered dick. 

“Ei-eight.” Monoma tenses his thighs as much as possible to stop the shaking. Even if it didn’t do much, he begins riding you again with more vigor and desperation than previously. A high-pitched whine of your name quickly leaves him as his sensitive dick receives friction from the fabric covering it, the stain that had dried over time reviving as more precum marks it.

“Seven- shit.” Monoma’s trying to look down at you. He can’t really see much of anything, not with his tears never stopping or his mind not setting back into an intellectual phase. He can barely think to say anything else but lewd chants of your name and ‘please’, ‘more’, ‘faster’. It’s not until he moans out a timid “f-fu-ugh- fuck!” that you pay mind to the rapidly growing heat in your stomach.

“Six! Fuck, Neito!” Monoma’s continuous chants and growing volume suddenly sound babbled as he drools down on you, his saliva hitting your chin before you growl up at him. No words are exchanged as he swallows the liquid that had accumulated, although with difficulty. His thighs are beginning to burn and shake with exhaustion, quaking even worse than when he was cockwarming you. His riding turned into hard bouncing, finally stealing your breath away physically and providing some movement on the other end of the silicone toy to press harder onto your clit. 

“Fi-five!” Monoma’s eyes cross for the second time, staying longer in that position as he chokes on his scream, all because you’re beginning to meet up with your own thrusts. Your feet planted on the bed as you let go of the control for the vibrator, gripping onto his hips tightly to match him with you. You’re beginning to moan so sweetly, gasping out his name loud enough for him to-

“Cl-clo-ose! F-ugh-fuck! Fuck! Clo-oooose!” 

“Ho-hold it! Hold i-it, baby, a-almost the-there!” God, the heat is growing so deep in you that you know this will be violent.

“Four- shiiit.” Monoma’s sobbing now, ever since you told him to hold it. Mission accomplished, so far. He’s blinking rapidly, trying to get rid of the tears and allow him to actually see you. He needs to see your lewd faces, ignoring the fact he is probably rivaling yours. The intense need to cum is building up far too quickly for him to even catch up and he just wants to cum right here, right now. But if he does, you’ll punish him. So, he tries his best to hold it. 

“Three! Three, Neito!” Monoma’s trying so hard to not cum, to not even think about it, but how can he if his prostate is being overstimulated and his cock keeps receiving such familiar friction, enough to make him sob even louder. He’s not going to make it.

“T-two! Lif-ft your sk-skirt!” Monoma can’t or else he’ll fall on you. But you’re grabbing onto him so hard that he hasn’t felt the need to support himself on your shoulders. Using whatever energy he has left, he throws himself up to his old sitting position, making his bouncing sloppier and unsynchronized with your thrusts. He quickly grabs onto the wet hem, biting his lip as he tries to swallow and control his sobs. Lifting it, he’s rewarded with the sight of his slick covered cock, so red and noticeably throbbing that his eyes slightly roll to the back of his head.

“One! Fuck, one!” Monoma’s mouth opens wide, his throat constricting as every choked moan and cry tries to escape while his ass begins to tighten alarmingly fast around the toy. He jumps when he feels something wrap around him, quickly looking down at himself again to see, then feel, you viciously stroke him. And that does it.

“Cum.”

Monoma gasps as he relaxes his thighs and lets go. One more hit to his prostate and he’s…

He’s quiet.

Your eyes are as wide as dinner plates as you watch him reach his orgasm: on you, in all his beautiful glory, is Monoma Neito. A guy whose back is arched at a certain angle you’re sure it’s uncomfortable. A guy whose nipples are completely being seen through the drenched crop top. A guy whose mouth is leaking trails of drool, but not as much as his eyes are leaking streams of unstoppable tears. A guy whose face is so red and sweaty, his bangs are striking to the skin and his eye color pops out more. A guy whose only warning of his cum leaving his body, as much as his soul had, is to roll his eyes so violently to the back of his head and convulse forward.

You forget about your orgasm as you try your best to support his body in the current position, not wanting him to fall on you or backward. Well, maybe you should’ve let him fall onto you.

His cum spurts seem to be gold medal Olympians in ‘how far can we reach’ and ‘how much can we be’. The first one barely misses your eyes, but the second one hits you on the forehead. With each spurt leaving his twitching cock, Monoma hiccups whiney and loud words of gratitude and mercy, hips jumping up, torso jolting forward. His knuckles are white upon the unforgivable grip he has on his absolutely ruined skirt, slowly but surely being dirtied with each load forced out of him with the still-buzzing toy inside him.

This whole scene is enough to remind you about turning down the intensity of the vibrations while grinding slowly, both to help milk him out his incredibly overwhelming high and to bring you back to the tip of paradise. 

By the time he’s done, he nearly collapses on you but first lifts himself, somehow, off of the toy before leaning back onto your lifted thighs. He’s still twitching, the color of his face slowly coming back as his eyes dry up from the tears. The socks have moved a bit down on his legs and most of the pretty hello-kitty themed hair clips are barely fastened on his hair. You’re pretty sure some are littered around the bed.

Monoma’s eyeing his mess curiously and taking in a cum-covered you before he scoops up some of his cum, tastes himself and you both moan softly. You turn the toy off, still rolling your hips as much as possible to ride out your harsh, hot, and wet orgasm. You’re pretty sure you somehow squirted, but that doesn’t matter too much right now. 

Because the moment Monoma came back to his senses and made eye contact with you, you find yourself living in a slow-motion picture: with a shaky hand, he uses the same fingers to write down his first name before scooping up as much of his excess cum and, without any warning, moves forward to thrust his fingers in your mouth, dragging the pads of his fingertips down onto your tongue as you swallow. 

Pulling his fingers out slowly while giggling breathlessly, his signature smirk grows onto his blissed-out face.

“H-how do I ta-taste, m-mommy?”

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[arcadejohn127-9]

What if Mc was a person who don't take shit from anyone, demon human or Angel, and just was this small sassy piece of dynamite? How’d everyone react?

MC who takes no shit - brothers + undateables

Satans pact and chapter 16 spoilers

Lucifer:

So you've chosen death

This man can't even handle the smallest sign of defiance

an actual bitch boy

"You are here because you were picked to attend, you were listed to be under my care, this is MY house! You follow MY rules-"

"hold that for a second, I'm calling Dia."

He's so easy to rile up

You feed off his quick temper, he makes it too easy

But he deserves it

Too many times he thinks he can just control you and his brothers

You've cut Mammon down from the ceiling, when faced to Lucifer you just handed him the rope

"If you want someone to hang so much, do it yourself, old man, it is your fault after all - if you didn't leave your cursed valuables lying around Mammon would of never tried to steal them and get himself cursed."

Mammon:

He both scared of you and in awe of you

He's surprise you're still alive at this point

Of course you're alive, the great Mammon is looking after you

You have definitely called him out for being a tsundere

"So, you wanna make out or do you wanna keep yammering on?"

"I- You can't just be saying that to demons!! Why would I wanna kiss some human-"

"Kay, I'm going to go see if Levi wants to-"

"WAIT! DON'T DO THAT!"

Whenever he steals something from you or the others, you go on a man hunt

"Sell your own stuff! You always have something new in there! or are you that scummy and bad with money you need to steal off others ?"

Please have some mercy with him

In general, finds your sassy attitude interesting, always wonders what the new comment or roast will be

Levithan:

Scared and in awe but times it by 10

Is mostly terrified because you make him upset

Didn't expect to be called a guilt tripping bitch

"You're busy? I get it, I mean - why would you ever want to spend time with someone like me? I'm just some nobody, a yucky otaku who no one wants to be around-"

"I get having a low self esteem but shitting on yourself at EVERY given chance and then go on to be about how yucky and worthless you are when I just wanna spend time with someone else?! You can fuck right off!"

He thinks you're a delinquent, has gotten you a cool jacket so you can put it over your shoulders

You can pat him on the back for at least being able to stand up for himself, he's always ready to brawl and never shys away from calling his brothers out

Always lets you wear his headset and just watches as you cuss and sass any petty player

Satan:

It seems you keep choosing death

You wanna get sassy and back talk the literal embodiment of wrath????!

So - do you want be buried or cremated?

You take none of his shit

He respects it just as much as he hates It

We all know he has good control over his anger but there's a limit on how much of your attitude he can stand

"You're so petty, do you have to be a smart-ass about everything?"

"that's rich coming from the guy who threatened to cut off my limbs because I wouldn't make a pact wth him."

When he doesn't respond you just nod to yourself, checking your nails

"Yeah that's what I thought."

If he needs to come up with a good come back he always asks you

Sits back and watches you argue with Lucifer

Asmodeus:

He loves it until you call him out

Didn't expect to get psychologically profiled

"At first I thought you were just a narcissist but now I see you're just a Insecure man who placed his value on his looks and how people perceive him-"

" You can't seem to handle any type of bad press about you-"

"Oh? Did you make yourself look bad then blame it on someone else because they just wanted to do what they please? Oh boo hoo!"

You could end this man's career with a single word

But, if you're 'no shit' attitude is targeted to someone else? He's all over it

Will sigh dreamily and watch you chew Someone out

Unless you get super roasty and rude - he encourages you to talk to him with an attitude

"You're so hot when you talk like that~"

Knows you aren't all sass, he definitely enjoys your more softer side

Will invite you to a sleep over so you two can gossip and rant over a bottle of wine and do a mini spar

Beezlebub:

What prompted you to be this sassy? He's baby!

I mean, he did throw a fit when you ate his custard and destroyed your room

Sure, constant hunger is painful but he can survive without one custard

Yeah- he can be up for roasting and being chased out

"You've told me you literally want to eat me! How is that comforting?! You're hunger tantrums are already bad enough but now I know I could be on the menu?"

"No thanks! Do the hokey pokey and turn your goofy ass around!"

Has a habit of being your stool, he doesn't mind really, finds it pretty adorable actually

You're so small compared to demons so when a gym jock is being rude about you or Beel

You just snap your fingers and he'll sit down, hunch over and put his hands over his head

You'll just step on his palms (you take off your shoes angrily whilst telling the jock demon to not move an inch) and just go off

He understands where alot of your cusses come from, he agrees with you and feels guilty on his behaviour

Really likes it when you stand up for him; normally no one does that because he's such a big guy

Belphie does it but things can be abit disheartening when your twin Is the only one rushing to help you

Belphegor:

You know what? Understandable, please, fire away

Just keep making jokes and references to all the bad things he's done

He needs to be put in his place

The dude has literally killed you! If you weren't going to give him an earful when you recovered then what was the point?!

This man is one of many bastards in this school

Either watches you go off on people or sleeps mid arguement to stop hearing you call him out

"I'm innocent, I haven't done a single thing wrong in my life."

"wELL-"

He will always respect you for looking out for his twin, when he can't do anything he always looks to you to step in

Has held things out of your reach just to watch you get mad

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

You've chosen a fate worse than death at the cost of sassing a pure man

He gets upset but is very understanding, it's his companions who will handle your fate

I honestly, CANNOT, think of a reason you'd want to be sassy or rude to him

If it's just in general and not meant to offend him; he thinks it's very attractive

You've got a silver tongue and able to make a comment without much thought

Very impressive

His type is Lucifer very simple

You'd call him out for letting dangerous behaviour happen at the school and putting loads of faith into Lucifer

Perhaps point out how reckless inviting humans to a demon realm - who could easily be killed if they don't have an escort with them at all times

But other than that? He's safe

Barbatos:

He is your executioner

He can handle a jab

But he will remind you he was the one who saved you if you get too out spoken with him

that only gets him more cussed out though

"So you're aware of pretty much every event that happens, Right?"

"You could say that."

"Then shouldn't you use those abilities to then help anyone and stop all sorts of tragedies?"

"My Lord has stopped me from using my powers freely."

OKAY THAT'S SOMETHING YOU CAN CUSS DIA OUT ON

In general, you just make comments about how vague he is

He's too mysterious that it's just ridiculous

You want to get to know him but he just gives you that smug look and amused laughter

Solomon:

Can you really be blamed for being Sus of him?

He's so suspicious, for what?! For what reason?!

He doesn't like being called old? Depending how disrepectful you wanna be, you like to use the nickname "Grandpa Solo"

"I'm surprised you aren't actually some evil Wizard trying to get the brothers pacts so you can be the most powerful human alive and take over the Devildom."

"Who says I'm not?"

He's witty and smug

You're sassy and explosive

You're a duo that should be feared

The two powerful humans banding together? I'm sure there's a website on the two of you with theories of your evil plans

Simeon:

Finds your attitude delightful!

Didn't want his kindness to annoy you but it did, sometimes it is a crime to be Too nice

His favoured company are all sassy bastards so it only makes sense he likes you very much

"You gave them bangles that made them into SAINTS! that's fucking weird! And you had them turn into angels despite the fact they have truama from heaven!"

as mischievous as Simeon can be

His angelic nature really does pop out alot

"aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you want to go ape-shit?"

"Of course not, there's no need but thank you for worrying about me, I know I can seem force and strange to you but I really do enjoy being kind to others."

"disgusting."

Almost fought him during the TSL event; you didn't expect him to do a 360 and become super strict

Despite your hard shell you care alot about the people you're close with and can't stand to see them upset

Luke:

It appears you're trying to throw hands with a 10 year old

He does seem demonphobic

Why are you always denying your true feeling??!! Just admit you like demons!

You try not to swear and be outwardly rude Infront of him

But sometimes this little boy really tests your patience

"Okay species-ist."

Is your main response when he's being a tsundere

He's the one who's the safest from your attitude

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[i-need-air]

Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou HCs: NSFW.

Summary: By the title you can already tell what's going on. The long awaited NSFW part of Hybrid!Bakugou. [ 3k words ]

Warnings: NSFW; dom!bakugou, impregnation kink, praise kink, filthy mouthed Baku; also some sub!Bakugou because why not;

Notes: It's important to point put this is a F!Reader. The first 2 parts of the series [sfw] + any ask involving hybrid!bakugou were as gender neutral as possible though. [ Part 1 and Part 2 here, Masterlist here for more ]

× believe it or not, he's a respectful guy

× shy with physical contact at the beginning

× learns incredibly fast though

× feels, listens, smells you, notes what you enjoyed, what you didn't

× you would have to take the first few steps

× lead his hands, put a peace, encourage him and he will surely get the drill

× Bakugou will be eager and curious, and trust me, your moans will drive him insane

× naturally, as you share a bed, one thing will lead to another, soft kisses will turn into a full blown make-out session and his hands will be everywhere on you;

He grunted, grindind his body into you, lips capturing your own in a heated kiss. It just started with a peck after he caressed your features gingerly, catching him in one of those tender moments you oh so loved. He returned it harder, moaning into your mouth. Breath fanned your face when he retreated, his somewhat cloudy eyes made you squirm under his frame and you had to pull him by the shoulders back into you.

From there you lost yourselves into each other. Your touches drove him to the edge and slowly clothes started coming off until you found yourself under an Adonis of a man. He looked mesmerized for a second, drinking you in with a hungry gaze.

Lips clashed, the tension between you, specially in the past few weeks built up and none could take it longer. His calloused hands touched your neck, your shoulders, going further down and making you shiver. He was a little bit rough but you could feel his excitement, both on his face and poking your tights.

Katsuki waited though, slowing down his movements until you whispered "Are you sure about this?" into his ear. A shiver took over him as he lifted his face to yours, lips feathered over your own yet again.

"*Are you?*" his voice just as soft.

"I want you, Katsuki." He had to close his eyes for a second and take a deep breath in at your confession.

"You're fucking perfect." He growled back, the intensity of his words formed a bolt of energy that ran through your whole body. "I just— I've never—"

"We'll take it slow."

× again, he is a fast learner, but needs instructions

× can be a bit selfish at first, this new feeling, this heat driving him insane

× but once he smelled your arousal he almost lost all strength in his body, his mouth watering

× and I bet you almost lost all strength in your body when you saw what he's packing

× big, thick and veiny, curved just enough to know he'd reach the best spots for you

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" he'd growl out into your ear as you moaned under him, nails clenching his shoulders as he held into the bed-frame. He was going insane, he thought. The feeling of your cunt clenching around his dick erased anything else in his brain and your moans— Delicious. Your smell was intoxicating, addictive.

He'd rail you eagerly, getting drunk in the feeling when he noted you move your hand to rub yourself under him, moans increasing. He'd guide his hand towards yours, breathing heavy, anticipating.

"Show me." He'd order.

× clit, you say, huh?

× the moment he understood you could become undone under him because of that little button, you're a goner

× which takes me to my next point

× he's a giver

× once he does his homework and finds out ways to drive you crazy, he'll demand to go down on you

× will dominate in bed, it's natural in him

× so when he tells you to spread your legs and to be a good girl, mischief in his eyes, heat filled your guts

× to which he almost rolled his eyes into the back of his head because holy shit your scent

× loves having his tongue lapping into your sex; he'd suck, he'd lick and thrive because of your reactions

× just having your tights trembling by his ears as he gripped them to keep you in place made his cock hard

× but what he really loved was knowing he could get you off just with his tongue; he'd even smile into your cunt as you'd moan louder and louder, the only thing left in your vocabulary being his name;

"Katsu—" you'd say, out of breath, back arched as you couldn't focus your vision. You struggled to keep your composture as he licked over your clit brutally, two digits inside of you.

"Look at me when I fuck you with my tongue." He said, stopping and earning a groan from you. With a deep breath you settled back, opening your legs a little bit more, not even realizing you were almost choking him with your tights, not that he really cared. He gave you a grin as you locked eyes and proceeded, slowing his peace and pumping his fingers inside of you.

"Good girl." He growled, not breaking eye contact. He felt it too, the shiver running through your body as you knew you got even wetter, and he got to work, proud of his accomplishment.

And as he sucked slowly and made you see stars, he resumed his brutal rhythm until you were a blabbering mess.

× doesn't mean he does not like to receive

× seeing you between his legs sucking him off is a treat to his eyes

× very much into power-play and dominating; he'd tell you how good you look with his cock in your mouth, very vulgar, loving your reactions;

× he grunts, but isn't very vocal so don't expect loud moans for him unless;;

× spread his legs slightly, suck on the tip, pump his cock, milk it into your mouth and with another hand play with his balls

× his leg will start shaking as he'd throw his head back, and if you suck on them while pumping him he'll let out such sinful growls that will reach your core

× that is when you can amp it up by scratching his tights and he'll cum like a fountain under you

You hollowed your cheeks, tongue running on the tip of his hard dick, watching him try to maintain his self-control. He was stubborn, gritting his teeth and acting tough yet he fisted the sheets, that giving him away.

It was always a pleasure to see him like this but it was never enough for you.

"Look at you, hmm?" He said between his teeth. "Such a good little slut for me." You moaned, taking him deeper in your mouth as you rubbed your legs together. "You love my dick in your mouth, hah?"

Little did he expect for you to start playing with his balls gently, your orbs sparkling while watching him almost choke on his own spit.

"Fuck, baby—" he'd growl, tensing up, almost moving his hips forward to fuck your mouth. You took as much of his hardness as you could and sucked, attentive of his balls and whatever you couldn't take in your mouth you pumped slowly, your cunt getting soaked just by hearing him swear to no end.

"Shit, [Y/N], so fucking good—"

With a last good suck, you kissed his tip them smirked at him, getting a confused and desperate look, begging you to continue, but you just lowered yourself and started licking his balls, his head fell back and the most lewd groan left his mouth.

"God, fuck me—" he said breathless as he started moving his hips upwards, fucking into the hand that still had his cock in a grip. It was a little hard to do so, but you licked in circular motions as he stumbled on his words until you felt them tighten and throb, cue for you to put the tip back in your mouth and await your treat, one last choked moan before he came everywhere.

× fucks you hard, will drill into your body, and you'd think fucking hard means fucking fast but he can still fuck you slowly and shake you to the core

× skin slapping skin can be heard all around the apartment and the dude has stamina

× bioengineered as he is, he will make you cum a few times before he comes too

× when you both have enough experience with each other that's when he realizes making you cum beforehand is the best way to fuck you, so yes, you will cum and you will cum hard

× favorite place to cum into? your mouth, so if you don't really dig it, he's okay with you spitting it out or cumming over your body

× his favorite position is doggy [ no duh ], with your ass up and face down, but don't get me wrong, it doesn't matter as long as he fucks you good and long

× he's also more into longer sessions, quickies are fine but not enough for him;

× might also be into praise-kink yet still with his dominant side on

× of course he has to tell you how good you look stuffed up with his cock, from any position

× marking

× oh, yes, he loves marking you

× before you got this intimate he liked to scent you but now that you're lovers expect to have marks all over you and you better not hide them

× definitely bites, sorry, absolutely not sorry, babe;;

× but nothing, nothing compares to his ruts

× just as wolves, it happens between

× hear me out and prepare yourself

× mating season happens between January and March;;;;; 💀

× it has different stages, yet the most fascinating one to you has to be the first weeks because it shifts his behaviour so much

× he goes from cocky, confident, dominant and territorial to whiny, needy, easily made jealous and kinda submissive

Katsuki started acting weird, something that at first you linked to the time you were apart. Maybe he missed you, who knows? The blond started touching you more, asking you to pet him, giving you blushing side glances and seeking your approval even more than normally. You caught on quickly as you once praised him for his amazing cooking, his chest puffed and cheeks burned without shame, contrary to normality, where he'd try to adorably hide it. He started to be really honest through his body.

The biggest difference was, without doubt in mind, when you got intimate. He'd whine for your touch so much, actual whines, gutural, deep from within would even shock you whenever you decided to tease him.

"Please, baby, please..." he'd beg but wait patiently for you to get on top of him and ride his cock until he couldn't take it any longer. You'd test the waters, of course, starting to praise him for being so good for you and he'd melt in your arms.

"You feel so good inside of me, baby." You'd say, slowly raising and falling over him repeatedly, a much calmer rhythm compared to your normal sessions. His hands would be gentler, just feeling you up and enjoying being taken care of, absolutely enamored with the sight of you.

Even if he was on top, he'd go gentler, whispering how incredible he feels, calling you all sorts of praises.

× when the actual rut finally hits, he turns territorial yet again, and the roughness comes with it

× now you're marked with hickeys and bruises from being manhandled by him

× of course he'd still be careful not to hurt you and if ever crosses any line with you and you'd tell him, he'd whine like a wounded animal

× because he would never want to hurt his mate

× but again, doubt it would ever happen

× although be prepared to have sex everywhere inside the house

× he'd pound on you unexpectedly, knowing to perfection how to touch and where to touch to get you in the perfect mood for him

× sometimes he watches, a filthy promise in his eyes to break you so good, just the way only he knows how

× he is hyper-aware of everything about you, the way you breathe, the way your heart pounds in your chest, the way your pupils dilate, how you clench your tights together, every single thing

× one thing that doesn't change from his pre-rut attitude is the honesty, now more verbal

× his first rut is where he learns just how much his words affect you

You were on the edge, just as the past few weeks. He told you a few nights ago that his mating season came to a high this week, so you suggested taking a week off work to help, and he eagerly agreed but not without teasing you about how much you loved being railed by him.

Sure, he teased, but it was so true and both of you knew. Katsuki was watching you silently from the couch. He spent all morning just watching you, walking without making any sound around you, sizing you up while licking his lips. These past weeks you were all over each other every night and now that you finally took a whole week off, he didn't touch you the first day at all? Strange. You definitely felt something was coming though. You were excited, nervous, you felt his eyes all over your body that left a trail of warm in your body. Acting occupied, as if you really had something to do even if the house was impecable, just so you could calm yourself to no avail.

He felt you and he liked seeing you nervous, anticipating his next move. How fucking amazing you looked, how delicious you smelled, his hunger grew and grew for you, excitement to have you for a full week to pleasure each other...

A growl froze you in place making you drop whatever you had in your hands. You turned slowly towards him only to almost collide with his chest.

A rough hand pulled you into him as he burried his nose in your hair.

"Mine." He grinded into you, hand on your ass. "My fucking mate." He breathed you in. "Mine."

He lifted you up without any struggle, just moving a little to press your back against the wall.

"So fucking perfect." He grinned at you then leaned to kiss your neck. "Fuck, you smell ready for me already..." he'd whine, spreading more your legs to adjust himself between them, tights gripped hard. "My sweet little mate..." he'd bite down the same spot he kissed. "I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't remember your own name." He promised and be sure to not wear many clothes because he'd rip them off you.

× impregnation kink; if you don't want pups right away [ ye, he calls em pups ] it's no problem, but you should definitely consider any sort of birth control, condoms...

× beg him to fill you up and he's done, he'll lose himself into you completely

× praise kink would hit again but this time telling you how sexy you'd look with his pups inside of you

× if you did find a method of birth control early on and you're safe, he's gonna fill you up and then finger you while you still had his cum inside, keeping it there while you rode through another orgasm

× mother-fucking filthy about it too

You were exhausted, your bones felt like jelly as you stood in place in bed, legs now opened for him as he admired his hard work. His cock stood proud as he jerked it off to the sight of you, cunt in his face stuffed with his semen, his fingers pushing any drop that dared to come out back inside.

"You took me so good, baby, look at you stuffed like the slut you are." He said after licking his lips. Precum ran over his hand as he pumped himself, head red and needy and both of you knew it wasn't over. "You're gonna take me one last time, understood?" He moved to your face, placing the fingers that were inside of you on your lips for you to lick, and did not need verbal confirmation since you took them in your mouth and sucked hard. He swore silently then grabbed you by the neck, getting close to your face. "So I've fucked you stupid, hah? Can't even say a word back? Can't fucking tell me how much you want me to break that cunt of yours until you see the stars, baby?" He mocked through a grin.

Even as exhausted as you were, you knew he'd take care of you, so when you finally regained the strength to touch his cheek, just the way you learned he liked, tenderly even when he fucked you like a pornstar, you threw him over the edge again... with a few simple words.

"Fill me up, daddy, give me your pups..." you begged in a whisper, curving your body to meet his, rubbing yourself into him.

The maniacal way his face contorted made you regain all your energy back in an instant.

He'd lift your lower part up and trust into you like a mad beast after opening your pussy up and spreading his cum over it to lube you up.

"I'm— gonna— fill— you— up—" he'd say between hard trusts, watching with lust as your tits bounced and you threw your head back.

The bed was a mess, cum leaked from inside of you, you were covered in hickeys and bite-marks, you begged his name like a broken record. He'd lose himself in the moment, falling into your body, hugging you tightly while rutting into you, reaching both of your releases.

× after the rut he's more laid back, both of you would need some time to just rest

× but he'd be very attentive, much like a prolonged aftercare

× he'd take care of you, do everything for you and even feel bad thinking he might've hurt you, even if it wasn't the case

× will hold you close in silence, enjoying your presence, will kiss your temple and just havung you in his arms

× has considered you as his mate from very early, even before you actually got together as a couple officially but after this, you're bonded together, since mating is very important for his species and as I clarified in the sfw version, wolves [ and wolves hybrids ] mate for life;

× will whisper how much he loves you into your neck as he holds you.

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