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aphroxditus · 3 years

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ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ ʙᴏʏs ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ғʟɪʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ ᴛᴏ̄ʀᴜ | sᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ̄ | sᴀᴋᴜsᴀ ᴋɪʏᴏᴏᴍɪ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢs: ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | sᴜɴᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | sᴀᴋᴜsᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ | ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ | sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: ɢʀɪɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ, sᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ

ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ ᴛᴏ̄ʀᴜ

Swaying her hips side to side, y/n grinding her ass up against Iwaizumi, enjoying the euphoric feeling. She had a bottle of alchohol in her hands, the music blaring, the coloured strobe lights blinding her vision, the smoke, the laughing. Iwaizumi threw his head back, his hands on her hips, moving side to side of the beat. It was the best she felt in two weeks after her and Oikawa had an argument, resulting in her storming out and leaving him alone in his room. She knew this was wrong. Immoral. She hasn’t necessarily broken up with Oikawa after that but here she is so… fuck it. Screw you Oikawa Tōru. Suck my non-existent dick, asshole.

“Mmmm y/n”, he groaned into her ear, the strength of alcohol penetrating through her nose. “Your ass is so pretty.”

Tilting the bottle of alcohol up again, y/n took another big gulp down. She let out a giggle and placed her head on Iwaizumi’s shoulder, tilting her head up to look at him. He squeezed her ass gently, making her let out a small moan.

“Y/n!”

She assumed that she was imagining things so she ignored the sound of someone calling her name. When she heard her voice again, she stood up straight - well tried to- and stared at a tall figure with fluffy brown hair.

“You fucking slut!”, he shouted at her.

Y/n waved her hands in dismissal then turned to Iwaizumi.

“Cya baby~”, she cooed before walking off to the exit.

“Don’t you fucking ignore me then walk away from me”, the brunette said as he watched y/n stick up her middle finger, walking away.

Surprisingly, she was able to handle the alcohol well. Not like the first time when she passed out after the first bottle but after all, this one contained less. She felt a big hand grip her wrist and twisted her around. She bumped into the brunette’s chesk. Oikawa was angry as fuck.

“You wanna slut around with my friend after a small argument we had two weeks ago? After I texted you sorry ten times?”, he spat.

“Oikawa, don’t even start with me”, she groaned, pushing the half empty bottle of alcohol at him.

“Was this your second or third bottle?”, he asked, concerned.

“First. Don’t be such a worry wart I swear”, y/n laughed.

“Fine, then don’t be such a crybaby when I fuck the living shit out of you when we go home.”

“W-what?”, y/n said, her facial expression plain.

He dragged her into his black car and slammed the passenger door shut, making his way to his end. The drive to his apartment was dead silent. Sighing, y/n missed the loud music and lights but here she was alas, with Oikawa, about to get railed. The thought satisfied her but it didn’t change the fact that she hated his guts.

“I don’t get it. You cheat on me so much and I just decide to have fun just once and suddenly I’m a bad person”, y/n shouted, throwing her arms to her sides.

Oikawa remained silent, still furious but afraid to say something because it might come across wrong. His knuckles were white from the pressure he held the steering wheel. Turning into his apartment road, he stopped at a building. They got out and Oikawa grabbed her wrist dragging her into the apartment. He slammed the keys on the living room table.

“In the room. Strip.”

Y/n just blinked her eyes. He was fiddling with his belt then he looked up, eyes locking onto her, confused why she didn’t follow his orders.

“Now”, he raised the tone of his voice, now firm as he threw off his shirt, chucking it on the floor.

Rolling her eyes, y/n crossed her arms and trudged to the room. When he walked in, she was fully stripped. He slammed her onto a wall, with his hand behind her head. Pushing her head into him, he kissed her harshly, knocking all the air out of her lungs. He placed his leg in between hers and rubbed it against her head. Soft moans erupted from her mouth. Taking advantage of this Oikawa slipped his tongue into her mouth. Y/n felt herself get more wet by the second. She moved her hands down to his abs, feeling how hard they were. She rubbed her heat onto his thigh, moaning at the friction. Oikawa pulled away and smirked devilishly at her.

“Ride me without help”, he said plainly before getting on the bed.

Y/n nodded and made her way onto him. Since his length was thick, it was challenging to sink in fully. She winced at the pain, slowly taking in his length.

“C’mon bitch, this cock ain’t gonna ride itself”, he grunted at how painfully slow she was going.

“I-I can’t- Please help”, she whimpered, already at half his length.

“Pathetic. You’re real sharp when it comes to fucking around with Iwaizumi but can’t take dick?”

Furrowing her brow, y/n hissed at him. “Fuck off Tōru.”

“You know you love me baby”, he slurred seductively, his eyes half lidded.

“In your fucking dre- Fuck!”

He jerked his hips up, his tip hitting y/n’s cervix. She cried out in pain and cursed him. She felt so full with him deep inside her.

“Can Iwaizumi fill that tight cunt up this good?”, he growled at her.

“N-no”, she moaned, Oikawa moving her hips forward and back at a slow pace.

Y/n begged for more friction but he restrained from giving what she wanted. After what she just pulled with Iwaizumi? No fucking way.

“Such a slut~ I don’t fuck your for a while and you run off to my friend”, he mocked. “You really are a pathetic cock hungry slur aren’t you. Only thing good about you is this cunny of yours”, he jerked his hips up, making y/n cry out.

“Fuck! Tōru- Please I can’t”, she sobbed, her walls clenching around him.

“Take all my cum like the cumrag you are, princess”, he groaned as he released into her, his warm liquids flowing into her.

“Y-yes daddy”, she moaned.

After he released, she fell onto his torso and put he head on his chest, whimpering.

“I’m not gonna let you cum however much you beg for it baby, don’t try acting cute with me. It won’t get you anywhere. Might let you next time though. May not.”

Y/n whined into his ear. “Please daddy.”

With a smirk, Oikawa closed his eyes, letting her whimper and beg. Thief’s were the sounds he wanted to hear from her. Begging him to let her release.

Iwaizumi can’t do you like this like I can, princess he thought.

sᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ̄

Laughing, y/n was dying from her high school friends. She missed them so much but she was lucky enough to maintain somewhat of a relationship with Suna. They weren’t necessarily together but they did stuff couples did. Fuck. That was about it. Just fuck one another when they needed it.

“Oi Suna, when you gonna finally ask y/n out man”, Osamu clicked his tongue, leaning back and spreading his legs.

Expectantly, y/n looked to Suna who looked at Osamu with surprise.

“Ask her out?”, he questioned. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. I mean look at you two. Perfect couple”, he laughed.

“We’re just friends”, he shrugged.

Friends? Did he not see her as anything else? Just a friend. That he fucks. And nothing more?

“You know what y/n? You tell him”, he pointed to her.

Y/n shrugged and acted like it didn’t affect her at all in the slightest.

“Alright then. Not gonna key your move, are you Suna?”, he chuckled. “Y/n.”

“Mhm?”, he said, looking at him with a soft smile, still hurt but Suna’s words but alas, fuck it.

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap, princess”, he said, eyeing her seductively, his tongue running through his top row of teeth.

Hesitantly, she got up and made her way to the couch he was on and straddled him. He grabbed onto her ass and stared into her eyes.

“Fuck”, he said in a breathy voice. “So pretty. Can’t believe Suna just wants to miss out on you.”

“Y/n what are you doing? Stop being pathetic and go back to your seat”, Suna blurted out.

Turning her head, her eyes met his. With a smirk, she said “I thought we’re just friends, Suna”, emphasising the just friends part.

Oh how this made his blood boil. This little bitch. He pursed his lips, keeping himself from snapping at her. Osamu felt a smirk creep up the side of his mouth as he gripped onto y/n’s hips, grinding her up against his crotch. She moan softly into his ear. Feeling himself get hard, he groaned.

“Fuck y/n~ Don’t do this to me baby”, he grunted. “Let’s take this to another room if you’re gonna make those pretty sounds for me.”

This was the part where Suna’s patience snapped. He got up and grabbed onto y/n’s wrist dragging her off Osamu’s lap, making her follow behind him as he exited the apartment. Osamu but his bottom lip, watching them leave. Took you enough time Suna, he thought.

“Ouch! Fucking hell Rin! Stop!”, she shouted. “My wrist!”

He didn’t answer and instead got to his car. He opened the drivers seat and left y/n to make her way to her side. She slammed the door shut and pouted. Arriving to a deserted place, he pulled the car seat back. Unbuckling his bel, he pulled his pants and boxers down, his member springing out.

“Get on.”

Smirking, y/n raised her skirt and pulled her panties down. She moved over and straddled him, sinking onto his dick. He groaned and thrusted his hips up, making his cock hit her cervix. Grabbing onto her neck, he whispered dirty things into her ear.

“Such a fucking slut aren’t you. Flirting with my friend. Letting him treat you as if you were his”, he spat. “Do I need to make you wear a collar?”

Y/n moaned and whimpered, his cock making her feel full. She bounced up and down, her breasts doing do too. She felt a cold metal chain on her neck as she continued moving back and forth on this cock.

“Perfect”, he whispered.

It was a silver chain that had a small charm. Suna’s Slut.

“Rin~”, she moaned.

“Like it dollface?”, he slurred into her ear.

She nodded.

“If I ever see it taken off, your getting spanked. Harshly. Let Osamu see it. Let everyone see it for me dollface.”

Y/n nodded, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, whimpering.

“That’s my girl”, he slurred into her ear.

sᴀᴋᴜsᴀ ᴋɪʏᴏᴏᴍɪ

“Fuck around with Atsumu one more time and you’re done for y/n”, Sakusa hissed before slapping y/n’s ass, letting her go to the diner.

Grumbling under her breath, y/n entered and sat down in a seat, that seat being next to Atsumu. He greeted her by throwing his arm around her shoulder and messing up her hair.

“Tsumu! Stop it”, y/n laughed.

“Whose my little fox?”

“Me”, she continued laughing.

It was a nickname she had since she was in his high school. Having the lucky opportunity to be their manager, she got close to the team and out of all of them, she was was Atsumu the most. His fun personality made him a pleasure to be around.

“Y/n, people are looking… Stop”, Sakura said raising a brow.

“Damn Omi, we’re just havin’ some fun”, Atsumu smiled nervously, pulling away from you.

“My fist will have fun with your face if you aren’t careful.”

A couple of oohs came from around their table. Hinata slid back into his seat, afraid that a fight would break out.

“Alright boys calm your asses down”, Bokuto boomed.

Rolling his eyes, Sakusa looked at the menu and ordered to the waiter. Y/n was the last one left.

“Uhhh I’ll take what Sakusa took since I trust his taste”, she smiled brightly.

Blushing slightly, Sakusa his his face behind the menu.

“S-Shut up”, he stuttered.

“Someone’s flustered”, Atsumu teased.

Everyone on the table started talking until the food came. They all ate while laughing at each other’s joke. This was the most fun y/n’s had in ages.

“Hey y/n, want a taste of my onigiri?”, Atsumu smiled.

“Okay!”

She opened her mouth and Atsumu slipped a bite in. She chewed it and nodded in approval.

“It’s so nice Atsumu!”

“I know right. You owe me a kiss on the cheek now”, he said presenting his left cheek.

Giggling, y/n placed a soft kiss. “Thank you dumbass.”

“No problemo, m’lady”, he grinned brightly.

Sakusa gritted his teeth, watching and hearing everything. Clutching his fork tightly, he stabbed it onto a piece of meat.

“I need to go to the bathroom”, he said, standing up and storming off.

Y/n frowned and followed after him, noticing how mad he was.

“Kiyoomi! Wait up!”

She took a turn and was dragged into a single bathroom. Slammed against the wall, she winced seeing Sakusa beyond furious.

“Real smooth y/n. Real smooth you dirty slut”, he hissed. “Letting Atsumu kiss you?”

“He’s a friend- It doesn’t mean anything. You know I love you more than anyone.”

Without warning, he took her throat and dragged her to a sink, bending her over. Riling her skirt up, it exposed her plush ass. Y/n heard the unbuckling of a belt and she whimpered.

“Sakusa- please I didn’t meant to”, she whined.

He brought the belt down and she let out a cry.

“This is for disobeying me when I told you not to fuck around with Atsumu.”

He brought it down once more, a red mark appearing, the shape of the belt.

“This is for not stopping when I gave you the signal to stop.”

Y/n sobbed heavily, mascara running down her cheeks, looking at her reflection in the mirror. A crying mess. He grabbed her ponytail and pulled at it. Staring at her in the mirror, he scoffed.

“A pathetic slut. A crying mess for me. The only thing good about you is this.”

He slapped her pussy from behind, making her jump.

“I’m gonna fuck this cunt raw bitch.”

Never fuck around with Sakusa. He’ll make you regret it.

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poguestvff · 3 years

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Used To The Cold — S. Cameron

In which Sarah Cameron comes to a realization after her girlfriend moves across the country.

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warning(s): none, fluff, i heart sarah <33

Have you ever lost something that held either so many memories or brought a sort of happiness that just warmed you immediately even at the sight of it? Most people have something like that. Such as for children when it comes to losing stuffed animals or action figures that were a source of comfort, they missed it like hell. Said children grow up and look for a new source of comfort. Some teenagers found it in weed and alchohol, others in sports. For Sarah Cameron, she grew out of the beautiful pink blanket her father had gotten her as a toddler. As she grew into a teenager, she found a new solace.

Her girlfriend.

Sarah made it very apparent to show her love to her girlfriend who, at one point, was just her best friend who she could hardly even bare to be away from. Sarah had known she'd loved Y/n before they even got together by the way Sarah had never felt claustrophobic in the friendship that she held with the other girl. She said the three words within the first six months of being with her, words she had never spoken to another being other than her family. It was a word she, personally, took seriously. For her to say it to Y/n showed the amount of trust she held within her. Trust to not feel so closed off with Y/n.

At the beginning of the relationship, Sarah was glad that not much had changed between the two of them. That Y/n let her have her space whenever she needed it without the dependent need to be together all day though it quickly became backwards. Sarah grew even more clingy to Y/n, hardly able to deal without her hands being stuck to her girlfriend like glue. Whenever they went out to lunch, Sarah played a one sided game of footsies that only brought a smile upon Y/n’s features, one of Sarah’s favorite traits about her. Sarah loved the idea of always having a person to call her own, Y/n seeming to be the one person who could bring out her newfound touchiness. Though, sometimes she pondered on whether Y/n herself was even handling it or if she just ‘put up’ with it. If she did have an indifference towards Sarah’s actions, she surely never showed her disinterest in it.

Though the last time Sarah had held on to her girlfriend felt soul crushing and gut wrenching. As the two of them stood on the creaky, wooden dock just before the ferry, Sarah felt drained. Between the amount of crying she’d done in just the past few days had been enough to make her want to sleep forever and the comfort of her girlfriends arms around her hadn’t helped that feeling. Tears held a steady stream down both of their faces though Sarah was the one who was unable to contain her sobs. People passed around them, solemn looks given to the two of them as they listened in on the sniffles and soft wails.

Y/n didn’t need to be a genius to understand that this was twice as hard for Sarah as it would be for her. Y/n was leaving, miles away that Sarah couldn’t even pin on when the next time she’d being able to hold on to her would be. All she knew was that this embrace that Y/n held on her would be the last one for months and there wasn’t a thing that would be able to make up for it between now and then.

It evoked an indescribable sort of fear within Sarah but she knew it was immutable. If Sarah could, she'd even drop her whole life within Outer Banks to follow her girlfriend across the world. There wasn't much Sarah wouldn't do and there wasn't much Y/n wouldn't do for Sarah either, including the moving date having already been pushed back a month because of Y/n's several arguments with her parents.

"I don't want you to go." sarah whispered as y/n kissed her neck. She could hear the blonde's pained and wavering voice, how affected she already was even as Y/n hadn't even stood on the boat yet.

"I know, lover." the y/h/c girl spoke in a low tone, only sarah able to hear her words of affirmation. Y/n was first to pull back, placing her hands on Sarah's cheeks. The sight of Sarah with puffy eyes and a quivering lip made y/n's heart throb and a guilty feeling blanket over her like a raising tide. "i'll visit. Every chance I get, you know I will."

"It won't be the same." she lamented. Y/n placed her lips against Sarah’s, delicately as if the blonde were made of porcelain. When Y/n's parents had called for her and Ward and Rose had called Sarah away from the dock, Sarah only seemed to want to cling further, fingers pressing further into the thin jacket Y/n worse, but their time had finally run out. Even after weeks of pretending that they had all the time in the world, like nothing could pull the two of them apart, it had happened.

The first few weeks, the whole Cameron house had known Sarah spent most of her nights crying herself to sleep and the entire Y/l/n house knew Y/n was not going to be speaking to them for a little while due to their newest decision. Both groups of parents hadn't known that pulling the duo away from one another would become such a quagmire for each of them.

When Y/n did finally decide to talk to her parents, it was usually to say she was leaving to explore the area in which she refused to get to know the first few days. With a driver license, it gave her just a bit of freedom from her parents who's impromptu decisions had still caused for a tearing in their familial relationship.

Y/n sat in her parked car, a hot beverage in hand to adjust to the cold in which she'd just stood in for five minutes. All of it for a drink that wasn't even that good in her opinion but she dealt with it. With the hand not holding the steaming drink, she opened her phone, smiling immediately at the photo of her and sarah as her background. She unlocked it, scrolling around to find Sarah's contact and setting her phone up against the dashboard. While it began to ring, Y/n situated herself to begin to drive. "Hi, Y/n/n!" Sarah shouted excitedly the second she'd answered.

At her tone of voice did Y/n laugh. The enthusiasm was no surprise but it was funny to Y/n every time. "Hi, baby." She replied, fhe smile remaining on her face as she looked towards the screen. Sarah sat at her desk, her hands under her jaw though a pencil between her fingers. She had focused all of her attention from the papers in front of her to the driver on the other end of the phone. "What are you doing?"

The sound of whizzing paper had made Y/n glance to the phone seeing a math sheet now replacing Sarah's face before she placed it back down, a frown appearing on her features. "Math."

"Didn't you just start like two days ago?" Y/n asked, taking a sip from her drink.

"Yes and this teacher is an absolute bitch. You're just lucky you don't start for another week. You would hate Mr. Henley."

Y/n let out an awfully dramatic gasp. "Um, hello, Mr. Henley was literally my home room teacher last year, I'll have you know. Show some respect." She said, almost missing Sarah's chagrined look as she smiled.

"You're supposed to be on my side here."

"Sorry, i don't believe in biases, Sar." She joked for sarah to let out a small snicker.

"So tell me, how's minnesota?" Sarah asked, trying to spark up a conversation even if the distance was the same thing she wanted to keep her mind off of.

"Oh, it's so great. So many hot people." she remarked.

"You're not funny, no one has ever found you funny." Sarah replied though unable to hold in her laugh along with her girlfriend. "I'm serious. we haven't talked much about it and i don't want to like... avoid your new life now."

Y/n sighed, looking towards the phone to see Sarah looking back down at her work in front of her. "Fine. Well, it doesn't particularly suck. The no surfing part definitely does, though, but what can you do. And the coffee here... no, its just so bad, babe. granted, i only had one, and it's in my cup holder right now but it's gross."

"My coffee making is better, right?" Sarah asked as Y/n gave a hefty nod.

"So much better, even if it is the only thing you're good at making." Y/n laughed and Sarah attempted to refuse a smile, her cheeks quivering from trying to keep it down. "But the weather dropped today, randomly. It was seventy yesterday, fifty today but i think i'm getting used to the cold."

Sarah lifted her head back to the phone, watching Y/n focus on driving, her eyes diverting on places away from the screen. Sarah but at her inner cheek, drumming her fingers against the white wood that rested under her forearms. "Used to it?" Sarah asked. She knew Y/n's move was permanent at least until she was eighteen but something about those words made it seem more realistic. She was getting used to a place that wasn't home.

Y/n hummed. "Yeah, i'm probably being dramatic. I saw a guy walking around in a tank top and shorts while i'm wearing double pair of socks right now." she grinned at her own comment though picking up on Sarah's sudden discomfort when she replied with a small 'wow'. "Lover?"

"Yeah?"

"What's going on?" Y/n asked, the car slowing to a stop at a red light.

Sarah quickly shook her head. "No, it's nothing. Just... the work. Keep your eye on the road."

"Sarah." The blond recognized the tone of voice quickly.

"Just... I just fully realized how permanent this is. I won't see you until, what? December? That's a long time, Y/n! And, i get it, it's your home now and i can't do anything about it but—"

Y/n was quick to cut her off. "I never said this is home. Sure I live here but it's just a couple walls and a roof. It's not home, Sarah." Y/n began. "Home is you. And trust me, i've been missing home the second i got on that ferry."

Despite them having to look at one another through a glass screen the feeling—the connection between the two of them was still felt. Sarah could feel the normal warm feeling she would've gotten whenever Y/n would simply hold her hand or brush her hair over her ear. she held that much of an effect on Sarah in person and somehow even thousands of miles away.

Sarah hadn't even realized she had been staring for a total of twenty seconds until a singular tear fell down her blushing cheeks. she quickly sniffled, recomposing herself as she wiped it away. "Are you seriously making me cry right now?" She muttered with the way the atmosphere had become though relishing in the way Y/n laughed in response.

"Yes, thank you for ignoring everything i just said, lover." Y/n put the car back in drive as the light went green. Due to the steets being relatively empty in her new small town, she took the time to look back over at the phone to Sarah. "I love you."

Sarah's smile widened in thag very moment, pursing her lips before pushing them out. "I love you more."

"And don't worry. I won't get to used to it. I'll be back home, to you, before you even know it." Y/n took a small glance to the phone, enjoying Sarah's gaze that showed even with the distance put between the two of them, they'd be fine.

#outer banks x reader #outer banks #outer banks imagine #jj maybank #sarah cameron fluff #sarah cameron x reader #sarah cameron #obx imagine #john b routledge #pope heyward

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quirklessidiot · 4 years

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Title: coward :: coming clean Pairing: Y/N x Miya Atsumu Genre: angst, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Warnings: Cursing, alchohol, mentions of unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, and mentions of abortion

Synopsis: You try to push him away from you but he isn’t taking any of it, the much long-awaited confrontation is there but you’re still finding a way out.

notes:

have yall seen the new season?? mY FUCKING HEART MAN NSNDNND it got me so stoked i literally wrote something about kita after that trailer skdjjdm kita is so underrated. I love him.

also, a huge thank you for the 200+ followers. Ma’am i literally only had this tumbler a month ago and im already celebrating a lot of milestones, hence i present you a more angsty chapter! I hope you’ll love it <3

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“You’re on gossip sites.”

“Tsum-tsum, why are you so close to L/N-san? I thought you hated her.”

“Riku-chan’s calling me-”

“Everyone shut up.” The setter throws the ball on the ground, “It’s not what it fucking looked like.”

“Can we talk, ‘tsumu?” Osamu’s voice resonates the most and Miya Atsumu knows where this is going already by the sound of it. He was surprised to see his brother come by today but when he sees why, he takes it back.

No wonder.

He follows him to the quieter side of the gym, he notices the tense air between them and he knows what's about to follow. He hopes that Osamu does this quickly, he has to practice well since he needs to impress those brats when the game comes up and try to let them have their eyes on him and not on Tobio and Shoyo.

“What the hell are you thinking?” His brother growls, “You have a fucking girlfriend. Y/N has kids and is very much in love with the dead guy who isn’t yo-”

“Why the fuck are you all getting up my ass when its about Y/N?” he suddenly cuts his brother off, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched, “It's been that way since you met her eight years ago. Just tell me that you didn’t like her from the start. You didn’t like her because she was different.”

“I didn’t like her because she wasn’t good for you.” the grey-haired twin barked back in reply, “In case ya don’t remember, You were a fucking mess after she left, Atsumu. You were almost not able to make it into the jackals because of what she did!”

Osamu wasn’t calling him by his nickname anymore, it seemed that the weight of the situation was too serious for him.

“Well, I’m here now aren’t I?”

“And you’re getting involved with her again. Can’t you give it a fucking rest already?”

“No.”

“Miya Atsumu.” He glowered, grabbing his brother by the collar of his jersey, “Don’t throw a good woman and your career away for someone like her.”

“I’m not throwing shit, ‘samu.” He hissed, slapping his hand away but before he could walk out, the younger twin grabs him and yanks him back, swinging a fist right at his face. The team members of the black jackals are immediately thrown into panic and chaos with what’s happening. Hinata and Bokuto grabs onto Osamu restraining him from damaging the setter even more while Shion and Meian hold back the blonde setter from throwing a punch, “Stop acting like a fuckin’ brat, ‘tsumu.” The twin yelled while Atsumu flipped him off with a middle finger, clearly showing no signs of restraint.

Sakusa remains far from them and snorts underneath his breath, completely indifferent, “Fuckin’ idiots.”

The twins end up at the infirmary right after, Atsumu lets out a heavy sigh as he recalls the feeling of his brothers fist. They’ve never fought this bad since high school and Osamu was never one to be triggered easily.

This just showed how grave the situation was.

A curtain separates them both as they lay on their separate beds, “You’re stupid, ‘tsumu.” Osamu calls out his twin as he lays on the bed of the infirmary, a patch on his forehead and a bandaged hand. Atsumu, on the other hand, has a busted lip and swollen cheek.

“I’m not fucking five, ‘samu and whatever you saw in that picture wasn’t what it looked like.”

“But you still love her very much.”

Silence ensued between the pair and Osamu breaks it off with a long sigh, “Ya gonna be some scrub that chases after her again or something? Break off with your girlfriend right now who looks and acts better than her-”

“Stop.” Atsumu cuts his brother off, sitting up to open the curtain to face him head on, “so, so what if I still like her? So what if I want to break off with Riku and be with her and try to take that bastards place?”

“Yer outta your mind.”

“It’s my fuckin’ life.”

“It is but I’m not watching you throw yourself away for that woman.” Osamu paused, “Just what the fuck do you see in her? She feels nothing for ya, even when you dated-”

“Now that’s a fucking lie.” Atsumu defended you, eyes glowering right at his twin, “You didn’t see how Y/N would take care of me whenever we were alone. You don’t see how selfless she was most of the time and how she doesn’t expect me to be some character that everyone expects, shit, you don’t even see how she’d patiently sit down and just listen me babble off about how bad my day was when I didn’t even know she was from a fucking bad family with a bad life back then!”

Atsumu is panting from that long explanation and he’s shaking because why couldn’t they see it? Why couldn’t they see how much you tried back then? How relationships were so out of your comfort zone but you force yourself to try it because he asked you too. He feels sick, he feels sick that they couldn’t see. That they could only see the tip of the iceberg.

“Yet she doesn’t feel the same for you.” Osamu points out, “Not anymore. So stop clinging onto her with those past memories of yours and move on, ‘tsumu. Fuckin’ suck it up, life isn’t fair.”

“Nope, don’t wanna.”

“ ‘tsumu-”

“I-I’m breaking up with Riku. I want Y/N back in my life, I want her. I-I’ve never wanted anything so badly since volleyball, ‘samu. If I have to wait again, shit, I-I don’t fucking mind.”

Osamu sees the glint of conviction in his eyes and lets out another hefty sigh, god, he feels like he’s aging faster because of his twin, “I know you won’t listen to me.” he settled, he knew that if Atsumu wanted something, he wouldn’t stop until he got it, “Just know that I fucking told you so.”

You’re wary.

After that little stint your mother had pulled, she kept calling you and bothering you. It also didn��t help that you ended up on tabloids because someone had caught wind of that little moment you and Atsumu had. If it weren’t for your kids' over-excitement on Atsumu’s promise, you wouldn’t be here, “...Y/N-san? Are you alright?” Sugawara asks, tilting his head in curiosity as you enter the arena.

Some people seemed to have recognized you and the kids that you had to hold onto them tightly in case anyone did try to approach you.

“I’m good.”

“Kaasan, kaasan, I saw a super big picture of Hinata-san!” Youta called out, pointing at a rather big banner of the orange-haired blocker.

“I think I saw Kageyama-san buying milk, can I follow him, kaasan?” Yuuto adds, blinking innocently as he looked at one of the stalls.

Sugawara is absolutely in awe by your calmness in this situation, he knows that you’re probably feeling far from alright after all those gossip articles came out. Atsumu, of course, tries to lessen your burden by letting out a public statement that you were his good friend back in college but it didn’t really help since someone tweeted a picture of the both of you back in college with the caption that you were exes.

“Could you do me a favor, Sugawara-san?” you turn to the man, “Do you mind switching seats with me? Stay with the boys in front while I just stay at your seat?”

“Sure but wouldn’t Atsumu be-”

“Please.” You frowned, giving your ticket to him, “I’ll take the kids right after the match.”

The boys looked at you in complete wonderment when you didn’t follow them to the front row. You maintained a good distance as the game started, the players being introduced on the big screen. Your eyes narrow when Atsumu gets out of the dugout and gazes at your kids in confusion then around the crowd as if he was looking for someone.

“Don’t be silly.What feelings would there be but hatred?”

“It’s anything but that, L/N-san.”

You felt your fists clench as soon as the game started, you wanted to direct your focus to the game but Inunaki’s words kept bothering you and pestering you throughout the whole thing. Why did Atsumu like doing this to himself? Was this some sort of premonition? Were you going to have to tell him?

What if it ended up like your parents?

Would your kids end up like you?

Cold, untrusting, and anxious?

Would you end up like your mother?

A borderline alcoholic, desperate for a man’s love?

Would Atsumu wake up and realize one day that this was all a mistake and call you one too? Blaming you for every single bad thing in his life?

You held your doll tightly on your hands as you held your breath behind the pillar, you had just come home from Daiki’s house as you heard the loud voices of your parents arguing again. For the past years, it seemed to have worsened and you spent more time around your friend’s house rather than this cold and big empty place you called home.

“...are you doing? It's the middle of the day! Stop drinking!” you hear your father bellow.

“What’s it to you? Shouldn’t you be around with that young woman? That whore you proudly call your business associate?”

You flinch as you hear those harsh words and the sound of a bottle breaking, it seemed like the argument was particularly bad today. You shakily make your way up to your room, wanting to avoid this ordeal and skip dinner but fate wasn’t on your side today.

Despite your light footsteps, they seem to have noticed your presence.

Your father’s eyes soften just a bit while your mother’s remain cold. As much as possible, you grew up wanting to avoid those scary and expressionless eyes. At the young age of five, you feared your mother and loathed your father at the same time but that didn’t stop the fleeting feeling of wanting them to change. Wanting to feel the warmth and youth that every child craved for.

You suck in a deep breath, “I-I’m home, okaasan, otosan.”

“You’re always out these days, Y/N.” her voice is cold, far from the warmth that a mother should have.

“I-I was out with Daiki.”

“With that boy again?” a frown immediately paints her features, a small tsk under her breath to signal how disappointed she was of you yet again, “Aren’t you supposed to be studying? You said you wanted to skip a grade this year.”

“I-I am.” you replied, “B-but Daiki-”

“All you need to do is study and get good grades, Y/N.” she cuts you off, walking close to you, the smell of alcohol growing stronger, “Is that something too hard to do? Are you being ungrateful now?”

You turn to your father for help but he remains unmoved, was he really going to watch your mother do this to you? You hold onto your doll tightly, trying to control yourself. You shouldn’t cry, especially not in front of them.

“N-No, okaasan…”

“Then why are you crying, Y/N?”

Your eyes widen as you feel the wet substance flowing down. No, no-

“Answer me.” she repeats, you feel the tears flowing down faster, “Why are you crying, Y/N? Are you feeling ungrateful? Is that how it is-”

“(M/N) That’s enough!” Your father finally says but your mother continues to ignore your father.

“Don’t you think we should tell her that she shouldn’t feel sad?” she expressed, telling your father as if you weren’t standing there, “After all, we didn’t have her aborted, she should be grateful we let her live well with three meals a day and expensive clothes and belongings. Even if she was a mistake.”

You're shaking so hard at the moment, you didn’t like where this was going at all. Your father can’t respond to your mother’s blank tone, did he agree too? Were you, were you really just a mistake? Countless questions flooded your head as she walked close to you, her cold presence looming over you even more so today. With the same blank and expressionless tone, she says, "if you probably hadn't been born, we would've been happier. We'd have better lives, Y/N. So don't go around and cry and think you got it bad, you hear me? Your sadness is nothing compared to ours. It's nothing, Y/N. So stop being ungrateful."

You watch as the game comes to an end. You had zone out for the most part, the fleeting memory of your past and your anxiety bubbling up couldn’t keep you still. You texted Sugawara that you’d meet him and the boys at the front.

You were about to leave your seat when you saw the blonde approach the kids after the game, ruffling their hairs and pinching their cheeks with a huge smile. Why couldn’t you be as open as Atsumu? Why couldn’t you express yourself well?

You shut your eyes tight and turn to the exit, right, you were a coward. You didn’t face things like this head-on, you ran from them because in all your life, the only thing you knew was fear from people you expected love from.

“Y/N…”

You turn to find Atsumu standing there, still in his jersey and a towel hung on his shoulder like he had just ran out to chase you. Where was Sugawara and the kids? Why weren’t they here yet? What is he even doing here? You grab his wrist and immediately pull him towards a private area.

“Are you out of your mind? What are you doing? You have a girlfrie-”

“We broke up.” he cuts you off.

“W-what?”

“We broke up.” He repeats, “I couldn’t stay with her anymore, Y/N.”

You clenched your fists, what was he even thinking? Wouldn’t the rumors worsen if he broke up with her now?

“I-I can’t let you go again.” Atsumu confessed, throwing all his pride out the window again for you because damn it all, you are worth it, “I can’t keep pretending that I’ve moved on when I’m clearly hung up on you.”

“What are you doing?” You spat, anger slowly creeping in, all the pent up emotion towards him being released, “Why would you do that?”

Atsumu notices the change of emotion, you’re getting angry. It’s a complete contrast to what he was expecting, he’d expect the calm and cool exterior, even expected you to cooly reject him like the past but this, this was new, “Why can’t I?”

“Are you out of your mind?” You exclaimed, “I left you! I have kids from another man-”

“So?” He asks, walking closer to you. The familiar smell of perfume and sweat invaded your senses, something you were accustomed to when you were dating him back then. He traps you between the wall and him. You can see the busted lip, what happened to him? Did he got into a fight? You feel like your mind was turning blank by the sudden events. You want to say something, anything but he’s rendering you speechless again, “What if I tell you I don’t care? What if I tell you that I still feel the same even after all this time?”

“Y-You're insane...I-I’m in love with someone else-” you tried to lie but you remember this is Miya Atsumu, he doesn’t give two shits and was willing to work as hard as he could to get what he wanted.

“Y/N, your kids told me that the bastard left. Why didn’t you tell me?” he cuts you off, this time, his voice seemed disappointed and angry yet you didn't know if it was towards you.

“W-what would you have done then?”

“If you’d come back to me then,” he paused, voice turning soft, “I would’ve helped you. I would’ve been there to stand in as a father if you even needed one.”

You’re trembling at his confession, were those words really from the heart?

“Y/N, I don’t know what happened between you and that guy.” he laughs, he didn’t expect it to be like this, that even after six years he’d still be pinning over the same woman who repeatedly broke his heart, “I don’t know what happened between you and your fucked-up family. All I do know is that I’m still in love with you and I’m willing to wait here until you’re ready. I won’t ever leave, Y/N. I-I don’t think I ever will.”

“You’re crazy.” You shakily point out, you’re in a fit of rage. You’re angry at him, you’re angry that he still lowers himself to you when he could do so much better, you’re angry that he still feels the same after all the shit you put him through, most of all, you’re angry at yourself because you couldn’t own up and tell him about everything.

Atsumu slowly holds up his hands, wanting to cup your cheeks but it is immediately swatted away. He notices that you’re trembling now, your facade, slowly crumbling.

“What made you think that I’d come back to you?” Your voice was trying to maintain it’s cold and emptiness tone yet your eyes showed the complete opposite, “Please be selfish for once, Miya-san. Just because you give your all to me, does not mean I’ll return it. I hope I really don’t see you again.”

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doctorcollege · 3 years

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please give me some anti fun facts if ur up to it 👁👁👁👁

alright here's some forbidden anti knowledge for u

he can change the colors of his eyes at will. he wouldn't do this at all probably but i think it's funny if you just imagine him cycling through colors like a goddamn strobelight

the hobbies he refused to elaborate on out of embarrassment were Sewing and Knitting

his relationship with jackie is one of Love-Hate in that there are certain moments where he thinks of jackie very fondly and others where he's just, 'fuck jackie. i hate jackie. I Am Going To Rip Jackie's Teeth Out And Sell Them On E-Bay As A Poorly Made Necklace For Twenty Fucking Dollars'

this man's fashion sense is so fuckin Horribly tacky. most of the time he just sticks to hoodies or just plain t-shirts but if he put any sort of effort into what he wears it would just be. Painful

i feel as if he has definitely had Crushes on multiple different people in the past, but i also feel as if he doesn't experience that much sexual attraction. simply put he does not fuck

that being said he can and will make jokes about Fucking at any given point because he is not mature at all

he feels kinda awful about how bad he fucked up henrik but that will not stop him from going on to commit other horrible acts of torture and abuse!!

the fuckin Thing about anti is that he is So Very Self Aware in what he's doing. like yeah he KNOWS that he's hurting people and making it impossible for himself to live a normal happy life but he's so far gone that he just doesn't care anymore!!!!!! he's built his personality up so much on the sole concept of hurting other people that he just, doesn't know how to do anything else. if he's not inflicting pain upon others he doesn't know what he's SUPPOSED to be doing because to him that's the entire goddamn Point of his existence. and what a horribly pathetic reason for existing that is!!!

anyway this man gets sick so goddamn easily. he is like a Magnet for viruses. ironic

never let him anywhere near alchohol his body can't handle it well and he will be drunk in 5 minutes. which will just be a horrible experience for everyone involved

he listens to 100gecs and i hate it

his vision sucks ASS and he needs GLASSES but he won't WEAR glasses because he's a STUBBORN BASTARD

the teeth he stole were from henrik because of course they were from henrik

he's a very big fan of those kinda 'lost media' documentary videos u see on youtube. they're Interesting 2 him alright

i can't think of any more God help me

#*throws* woe. anti be upon ye #anti #tryin to find that balance between Goofy As All Fuck and Completely Horrible when it comes 2 anti's characterization u know #characterization is a horrible word. who decided to put that in the dictionary. bastards #ask #florenceisfalling #brody.txt

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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Rouge 3

A/N MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR DEPRESSION AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

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"April 20th, I know that's Bakugou's birthday but...but he said...." You swallow thickly your body raging with emotions not sure which you would finally land on. As if it were a wheel of fortune spun, hinting heavily that it would land on either mind numbing despair or burning hot wrath.

Why would he *lie* to you?

And why did you care?

The room flashes in vibrant color and in boring tones of grey. Kirishima's ruby hair and eyes are suddenly too bright before they dull just to blind you again. The red reminds you of something.

Of someone.

Of skin decaying away like caked mud to reveal crimson beneath.

Of scarlet eyes pleading for you to move. To run and far away from what the two of you faced.

Despite him being trapped.

A scene that has since played in your dreams for the past few months.

The world spirals with dizzying color that attempt to swatch into gray.

"Y/N?" Kirishima calls softly, strong hands cupping onto your shoulders as his face leans towards yours. Alchohol wafts into your nose, burning as everything else does.

You clench your eyes shut. Forcing the episode into its place, before letting your face meld into a small smile.

"I guess I really need this drink then." You force a laugh and Kirishima cannot tell otherwise, "Thanks for setting me straight Kiri."

He smiles softly, pressing a kiss to your hair line before whispering in your ear.

"He's been worried about you."

With that he leans over and pours extra liquor into your cup. When he leaves the kitchen you swallow down the whole bottle in a few swigs. A dangerous game to play considering there could be two outcomes when you're fucked up.

One you're giddy, overly happy and laughing your ass off.

Two, the world is so oppressive that everything is tainted in an awful sickly black.

Slolwy the world blooms in distorted color as a smile creeps onto your face.

The music shakes the house with heavy bass as lyrics filter through the massive speakers.

*"I'm only alive when I'm with yoooouuu."*

You sway to the music allowing yourself to be lost in the blinding swirling colors as more and more heroes offer you drinks. Smiling faces as they laugh with you and your stories. Coming alive thanks to booze and the occasional slipped pill. Your head is heavy, yet light as you float across the living room turned dance floor as the bass rings out hard enough it seems to shake the sweat from your skin.

You're not sure who ends up grinding on you first, or who kisses who first but you know you enjoy it. Love laughing, teasing and touching with anyone who's down. With anyone that helps you forget. Further encouraging your high, the colors blinding and so vibrant you can see them even when your eyes are closed, especially so when they're pressed against a soft set of lips.

Mina breaks the kiss first giggling as she does.

"Okay Denki now you've got to take the three shots!" The crowd erupts in a cheer as he does watching him down those three double shots causes you to stare into your empty solo cup.

Reminding you that you need another drink.

But the longer you stare at the blinding bright red, the more it seems the plastic melts in your hand.

Turning sticky, thick and much darker.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself as everything floods your senses at once.

Your quirk finally kicking in to sober you after the ungodly amounts of painkillers and alcohol you've consumed.

Suddenly it is as if you've touched a live wire, hearing beyond the ear shattering cheers all the way into the walls of the house where the mice chew on the wood.

As if their teeth are gnawing directly on your eardrums.

The sound competing with the crowd's seemingly collective heart beat with their red cups raised high. The plastic catches in the lowlight shimmering with the sweat of condensation before everything snaps.

Feeling everything so intensely it's numbing.

The room plunges into deep black but no one bats an eye, especially not as you snatch a pack of smokes and a lighter from an unsuspecting bystander right out of his black denim jacket.

You climb the steps, eyes guiding you in the dark, pushing past a kissing couple that you think is Todoroki and Momo but your mind is too warped to tell.

After three tries you finally find a room empty of slapping bodies and drunken moans. You slide open the window, snaking out before climbing onto the upper roof.

Back nestled against cooled shingles beneath the light of the stars. Filter to your lips you flick the lighter and watch the black flame dance before you inhale enough for the tabbacco catch.

The bass vibrates the ceiling below you as smoke escapes your lips and nostrils in a slow hiss.

"I feel like Bakugou would fucking hate this type of party." Is all you can think to say to the pale moon hanging high in the sky.

Silence stretches between you two as you stare into the ancient face of a long forgotten deity.

"Did I miss telling him happy birthday?" You ask the moon and still no answer comes.

Typical for you to ask all the wrong things.

At the wrong time.

And to the wrong celestial being.

Tears prick your eyes as that endless weight settles in your chest, slow blinking hoping that one day your lids will never reopen.

"You're right. I do fucking hate this party." Fear hardly clutches your stomach before the vice is quickly released, spying flecked red eyes.

Your fingers twitch before you light another smoke, half wondering if he is real or just something your ever adaptive mind is giving you to ease the pain.

The heavy loneliness.

Still you sit up and tilt the pack towards the possible mirage despite his sitting more than ten feet away.

He sucks his teeth, using precision to obliterate the offered pack with out burning your fingers.

"That's new..."

"Those are fucking bad for you." He snarls, you manage enough energy to roll your eyes before meeting his again.

Wholly noticing how his irises pale in the soft light, looking more like two blood moons forever suspended over a perpetual snarl.

It makes you laugh how something so breath taking could be paired with such displeasure.

Well that and the fact that he thinks a little smoke is gonna hurt you.

"Uh did you forget my quirk?" You tease, slowly you manage to force some life back into your face.

It's his fucking birthday after all.

Embers burn hot into your skin until shame settles over you once more.

You sigh out gripping the shingles of the roof, trying your damnedest not to break them. Thoughts swirling in your head with every passing second.

Continuously landing on a few.

Like how could you really forget his birthday?

Or more like how could you really think almost a whole year passed since your last failure?

Or how could you even count the days when all you could see was the red of his cheeks as his arms snapped backward?

Of the way his sunkissed skin fell as if it were chipped away by dirty nails?

Of the color beneath the flaking skin solidified before threatening to turn that precious fucking red into soul shattering grey.

The tile shingle snaps coming up to slice your palm causing red to ooze out onto all the shades of black.

The quiet between you becomes suffocating as time ticks by, furthering your spiral.

All the while memories from high school until now flood into the forefront of your mind as you feel nothing but a heated gaze raking across your skin.

Had he always been watching?

He sure did show up at odd times in your life.

At times you were moments away from the edge, even pulling you back majority of the time.

All the while acting as if you were the biggest nuisance to walk the Earth.

But looking back you can see it, subtle yet obvious when it clouded those blood red moons.

Worry and fear paired with a tight grip and even harsher words.

An instigated fight, an encouraged argument until slowly the emotions changed from that worry.

From the fear you hadn't thought the arrogant hot head capable of to something else entirely.

Relief.

That's what flooded his eyes each time he safely brought you back to the dorms or the agency. It feels as if he's been the only one to ever truly worry.

The only one to look hard enough, to see past the fogged glass.

Words claw up your throat, fighting one another as they do.

Phrases and cries for help all the same as all you want to do is reach out for those strong arms to wrap around you.

To openly cry as you pulled on the fabric of his shirt until it took the form of your fist, even when you released it.

You swallow thickly finally deciding on what to say.

"Happy Birthday Bakugou-chan!" You sing song, forcing every ounce of what little happiness you have into the well wish. Hoping beyond hope it makes up for everything you should've said.

His heart hammers in his chest as he watches your lips curve upwards and over your teeth, as your cheeks scrunch up your face, lids closing over such a stunning fucking color.

He would have thought it real if he hadn't known better.

If he hadn't watched you climb from the window with that God damn zombie look plastered on your face.

"Don't." He bites, causing your heart to free fall into your stomach, "I can't watch you fucking lie any more."

His jaw ticks while your nails bite into your fresh wound, keeping it open to keep you seated.

"I..." He growls audibly before going on, "You can show me you know. I can handle it. I can fucking try to help."

You open your mouth to say something but a gust of wind blows through you before a hand is wrapped tightly around your neck.

Half of a lanky grey body justs out from a swirling portal in the sky.

"You think we'd let you get away with that golden quirk? The things we could do with you..." Manic joy oozes out in the form of a grotesque smile. Chapped lips wide enough to be seen from beneath a large hand.

"Let. Go." His tone is primal as he speaks, coming to his feet as you're yanked to your own.

"Oh I didn't realize you had company golden goose." For once fear stays with you as it curls into your muscles, your bones. The grip on your throat tightens as your heart hammers in your chest.

This is it, this would be the last time you ever saw him. Your last opportunity to ever say all the things you needed to fucking say after being so ignorantly oblivious to his actions.

To his heart.

Things begin to go in slow motion, watching him obliterate the roof beneath his feet, fingers outstretched for you as that damn emotion plasters openly on his face.

Fear twits into rage on his features.

But all you can do is smile, wholeheartedly smile as you look at him.

Tears of mixed feelings blur your vision as you say the one thing you so desperately needed to say to him.

"Thank you, Katsuki-kun. Thank you."

Just as he is within arms reach the portal swallows you whole closing as quickly as it opened.

Leaving Bakugou Katsuki to fall onto his hands and knees, slamming popping firsts into shingles that turn into sharp confetti all the while fat droplets fall from angry cheeks.

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kiyoomiee · 4 years

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Submit To Me || Jeon Jungkook

Submit to Me ⟶ [ 2/ ? ]

⟶ genre: wolf au / enemies-to-lovers / fluff / slow burn

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ words: 2k

⟶ sypnosis: Being an omega isn’t easy, you're surrounded by judging eyes and a lot of streotypes. Being an omega isn't easy, especially when your rival is a pure breed alpha named Jeon Jungkook.

⟶ warnings: alpha!JK, omega!Reader, language, consumption of alchohol and weed, a lot of fighting, mutual pining, communication problems, degrading words

⟶ disclaimer: this is a product of my imagination. this is my first post so please bear with the mistakes and grammatical errors, English is not my first language

PART 1 // PART 2

Jungkook’s lips felt soft against yours. Though it tasted like alcohol, it didn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around his nape just to deepen the kiss. The way his tongue explored your mouth was nothing compared to what you experienced from your past relationship. You surrendered yourself completely and kissed him back, hoping that it would take all the pain and frustration that you felt.

“You’re such a tease Y/N. You’re torturing the shit out of me right now.” He was sucking and biting harshly on one part of your neck that you were sure it would totally leave a mark. His irises were in a deep shade of red, a sign that his wolf was taking over.

His hands slid down all the way from your back until it reached your ass. You yelped when Jungkook grabbed your bottoms only to pull you up. Your phone made a sound when it fell on the floor but you didn't care. You and your hands were too focused on roaming Jungkook's shoulders and pulling the strands of his soft curly hair.

You almost whined when Jungkook broke the kiss only to lick and attack your neck. His sudden action caused you to moan and your nails scratched his tattooed arm involuntarily, causing him to hiss. He returned the favor by putting a hand to your waist only to grip it tightly.

“A-Ah shit. Fuck you, Jungkook.”

He chuckled dangerously. Jungkook continued his work on your neck. He ran his fangs on your clavicle causing you to jolt against him as your eyes almost reached the back of your head.

You couldn't think straight anymore and neither could he. Your wolf chanted Jungkook's name over and over, you were starting to give in.

But something felt wrong. Yes, there was something far worse than having Jungkook's tongue down your throat right now. Your body felt hot and your vision started to blur.

"Jungkook wait. Stop." You weakly pushed his chest and gripped his arms tightly to get him back to his senses. He was breathing heavily against your skin when his red eyes slowly turned back into it’s natural brown color.

"Y/N what's-- Fuck!" Jungkook cursed loudly when you passed out against his chest. It took him awhile to get back to his senses but when he finally did he carried you and put you down on his bed.

He stared at you for a moment, realizing what you two just did. His wolf was taking over him when he saw you at the dancefloor. The way you looked and smelled was the last straw. The amount of alcohol he consumed was partly to blame. Jungkook wanted you to submit to him when he pinned you against the wall. He wanted to dominate every part of you so bad that he lost control.

A part of him felt guilty. He knew you were drugged judging by how dilated your pupils were when he looked into your eyes. His plan was to keep you safe yet he took advantage of your current state. He clenched his teeth and kept in mind to punish Taehyung for giving you that cookie.

Jungkook looked away and sighed. He walked straight into his bathroom and turned the water on.

After all that has happened he needed a cold bath to calm him down and help him think straight.

The heat of the sun on your skin is what got you groaning in the early morning. The sudden pain that you felt on your abdomen made you breathe erratically. The beads of sweat on your body irritated you even more. Your lashes slowly fluttered when you finally opened your eyes.

The memories of what happened last night were faint in your head. If the headache that you felt right now wasn’t enough to make you remember then the alpha beside you probably will.

The view made it harder for you to breathe. Beside you was Jeon Jungkook who’s upper body was on full display, gray sweatpants were the only thing that was covering the lower part of his body.

So many thoughts filled your mind, the thought of you two having sex was no exception cause you couldn’t find the clothes you wore last night and your undergarments were only covered by a large white shirt that reached your knees. Surely I would remember if we had sex right? I’m sure Jungkook isn’t the type to make a woman forget. Should I wake him up and ask him to do it again--

And that exact thought was the part that got you running to his bathroom and locking yourself in. Your whole body felt hot. You were thinking about Jungkook, you were ready to pounce at him even. Your abdomen hurts like hell.

You were in heat.

A female’s heat comes every month and lasts for about a week. The heat of males lasts the same but it only comes once a month during winter, which is mating season. You despised it. It's so unfair and it tortures every part of your being. You knew your heat was coming but you never expected it to happen today, especially with an alpha close by. You took every bit of restraint and self respect that you had just to keep yourself locked up and not throw yourself at Jungkook.

Oh Goddess. You called out, hoping that she would prevent you from losing your mind.

Meanwhile, Jungkook's eyes opened quickly when the strong scent of vanilla and lavender filled his lungs. He didn't even bother to stretch his limbs just to find where the sweet smell was coming from.

His lips parted when his brown orbs were slowly turning red, his wolf wanted to take over and he knew exactly why. Any wolf nearby could tell that you were in heat, alpha's most likely. Since alphas and omegas are "destined for each other" they are the ones that are most likely affected when sensing heat.

Jungkook was frustrated that you weren't in his pack, the mind link would surely help to check if you were okay. Atleast she had the decency to lock the door, he thought. Because if you didn't, you two would probably end up in a situation you'll both regret.

For the first time in his life Jungkook didn't know what to do. He just stood in front of his bathroom door as thoughts filled his mind. He badly wanted to help you through your heat yet one wrong move, the everything will be even more complicated than before. It's the heat that's making me like this. The heat. Yes, it's the heat.

Maybe fate was playing with the two of you. You despised one another yet you can't help but to attract each other.

You on the other hand, gathered all the might and courage that you had. Jungkook was startled and took a few steps back when you suddenly opened the door. You didn't even bother to look at him and just focused on finding your things and go. You were panicking inside your head, the clothes that you wore last night were neatly folded on the table beside his king sized bed yet it immediately crumpled when you gathered it without any care. Your main priority was to get out of there immediately yet you couldn't stop yourself from asking Jungkook what happened.

"Jungkook, about last night--" You tried to speak but he immediately cut you off.

"Last night was a mistake Y/N."

Your eyes met his brown orbs that held the same emotion the first time you interacted with him. It was cold, so cold.

"Of course it was. But.. did something happen? Between us?" You asked cautiously.

Jungkook let out the fakest laugh you ever heard as he crossed his arms on his chest.

"Really Y/N? Did you really think that something will ever happen between us?"

"What's with the attitude? How the fuck am I supposed to know? You tell me Jeon, why else would I be wearing your fucking shirt right now?" Your blood was starting to boil because of anger.

"Because you made a fucking mess on your clothes! You really shouldn't be drinking Y/N you know why? Cause your weak ass can't handle simple alcohol. I did you a fucking favor and you're not even a part of my pack." He growled, emphasizing his last statement.

"So that's what this is about? You being a little bitch cause I won't bow down to you? Well guess what? I never will cause submitting to an alpha like you would only prove that I'm weak. I'm glad that I'm not a part of your pack. Anyone would be unlucky to have someone like you as their alpha." You attempted to leave but he caught your wrist before you even made a move.

"Oh yeah? Is that why you had your tongue down on my throat last night? Tell me Y/N, if you hate me so much then why the fuck did you kiss me back?" Jungkook smirked when you were caught off guard by his question.

"It was a mistake Jungkook. We were both drunk." You looked away and refused to look at his eyes. Restraining yourself was already difficult but he made it even harder the moment he touched your wrist.

"I'm pretty sure that you enjoyed it though." You were sure that he knows you're on your heat yet he's pushing both of your patience and limits.

Both of you turned your head's when you heard the sound of Jimin's voice behind Jungkook's door.

"Kook? Who do you have in there? You do know it's dangerous to have an unmarked female that's in heat in a house that has 3 alpha's with no mates right?" Jimin's concerned voice was very clear.

It's a good thing that Jimin's a beta. He could sense the different scents around him yet unlike alpha's, he doesn't go crazy when he smells a female wolf in heat.

Jimin didn't expect to see the two of you when he opened the door. Heck, he knew that you two couldn't stay in the same room without fighting. The sight in front of him made his jaw drop almost instantly. Your cheeks were in a shade of bright red and Jungkook was clearly restraining his wolf. Both of you showed too much skin and the smell of sexual tension was very clear in the air.

When the door was wide open now, you took it as an opportunity to finally leave. But Jungkook’s voice made you stop your tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going somewhere where you’re not around.”

“Really? Wearing that? Do you need me to remind you that I’m not the only alpha in house and in this city?” He mocked.

“Oh god! Jimin? A little help here?!” You cried in frustration and you raised your brows at your best friend.

“Okay I’m confused as fuck but I have to side with Jungkook for this one. He’s right Y/N. It’s dangerous for you to go out in that state. How about you go to my room and I’ll go run for some heat suppressants?”

You parted your lips, trying to make up words to say something but nothing came out of your mouth.

"Don't argue with me on this one Y/N."

You sighed and nodded your head in defeat. His idea was the best one to be used so that you could avoid problems.

But deep down inside you knew you couldn’t stay still and just wait for Jimin to come back, especially with Jungkook around You wanted to get out, the sooner the better.

#moonsunlights #madygswich #jungkook #bts #omega #alpha #bts ff #fanfiction #wolf #au #enemies to lovers #wolf au #fluff

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spahhzy · 4 years

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Alchohol for Dummies part 2.

After a good ten minutes of 'Feeling sorry for myself' Jaune made his way back to JNPR's dorm. He was lucky enough to find it empty as he wasn't sure with the combined hangover and Nora's hyperness he would survive.

Taking a quick shower and getting himself fresh set of clothes, he was ready to gear up, tying around his waist his belt and fashioned his leather holster on his right leg.

A gleam coming from the corner of the room caught his eye as he saw the sun cast brightly on the family heirloom. The one he stole...

Walking over he picked up the blade and studied it for a minute giving it a good swing or two before holding it in both hands. It...just didn't feel right. Holding Crocea Mors just didn't feel right with him.

He set the blade back down and his gaze traveled to shield standing proud next to its brethren. Jaune reached out but just as he was about to make contact he pulled back and let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

Sighing he made his way to his bed that had his bag ontop. opening it up Jaune pulled out his revolver and when the pistol made its way into his hands. Jaune found a strange sense of peace. What was it that Ruby said 'a weapon is apart of one's soul'?

"Or was it semblance?" Jaune muttered to himself still looking at the weapon in hand before getting up from his bed and spinning the revolver perfectly into his side holster.

Looking at his scroll he checked the time which showed that he still had ten minutes left to get to professor goodwhich class. He made his was to the door but not before casting one more glance to Crocea Mors and the shield the protected his family for generations before leaving to class.

He could feel today was gonna be a long day.

"FEARLESS LEADER YOUR ALIVE!"

He was right.

"Where have you been? Where you hurt? Did you kill anyone? How come you didn't didn't call!? Everyonewasworriedsickbutnotmeiknew-" It took all of Jaunes will power to tune her out and ignore her rampant twenty questions.

Looking past her he saw the rest of his teammates Pyrrha who was smiling happily at him and Ren who was looking stoick as ever.

"Glad to see you are alright Ren" Jaune said shuffling past Nora and Ren just chuckled.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" Ren asked to which Jaune shook his head " Only rmemeber waking up in the courtyard today by Ozpin and Glynda...its crazy I was suspended or something" joked Jaune as they all took their seats. Surprisingly Team RWBY hadn't arrived yet.

"Didn't Ozpin say that Team RWBY helped...uh apprehend us?" Jaune whispered to Ren who just shrugged. It wasn't long before the main room door opened up and their looking like they've fought grimm all night long was a tired Team RWBY.

"Sorry Proffesor...we were looking all night for a missing....." trailed off an exhausted Ruby as her eyes caught on to Jaune as if new life was cast into her Ruby used her semblance and launched at Jaune and into one big hug knocking him over in the process.

"JAUNE YOUR ALIVE!" Shouted the young reaper to which Jaune tilted his head " we were trying to find you all night but once Weiss lost you it was like you vanished!" Jaune chuckled nervously.

"Sorry Rubes uh...didn't mean to cause you a scare" he told her setting her back down just in time as he felt the air turn very cold.

"So you think....its alright to keep us up through all hours of the night hmmm?" Came the icy voice of the schnee heiress. Now Jaune was betting man. When a woman talks like that you can either do two options: Fold and pray they show mercy or Call their bluff and hope you didnt bury yourself any deeper.

"Of course not Snow Angel though its is wonderful to know I can keep you up all through the night" Jaune maybe a betting man but Jaune was not a SMART man.

Blake and Yang just plopped into their seats too tired to really care though Yang looked into her scroll as she received a recording from Junior that night. This recording was of Jaune and Rens drunken adventure all throughout the night.

"Why you scraggly blonde-" " Miss schnee if you would so kindly take a seat" Came the voice of Miss Goodwitch "Miss Rose please get to your seat as well so class can begin.

Weiss just glared holes into Jaunes head as he just chuckled at her and offered a sorry to her.

Combat class went on without a hitch as a few student went down to perform. Jaune recieved at tap on his shoulder. He looked to see Ruby looking at him questionly.

"Whats up Rubes?" He asked and Ruby tried looking around him as if she was trying to find something.

"Where is your weapon Jaune didnt you say you went to get it back from a couple a thieves" damn he hated lying to her.

"Oh yeah I got it back alright...its just I've been without it so long that I just had a habit of forgetting" he told her in half truth.

"So how are you gonna fight?" Good question. He was sufficient in hand to hand combat, his old teacher taught him that much, he motioned her too look down at his holster and her eyes widened at the revolver sitting their.

"Ooooooh can I see can I see! " she bounced in the chair practically and Jaune just chuckled before handing her the revolver.

"You truly have a thing for the classics huh?" She said appreciatively as she inspected the weapon. Something did catch her eye, some engravings on the barrel.

" nac aspera terrent?" Ruby said aloud and Jaune just nodded "whats it mean?" She asked but was cut off as Miis. Goodwitch called class to a close.

"I'll tell ya someother time Rubes...now if you'll excuse me I gotta go avoid certain death from..." He didn't get far in his speech as a certain blade from the Icy queen flew straight by him.

"Gotta go!" And off he went with and angry heiress on his heels.

"Get back here Arc and die like the dolt you are!"

The rest of team RWBY and JNPR just laughed.

Ysng elbowed Ren in the side as she pulled out her scroll " so Ren you wanna see what happened at the club you and Jaune went to?" To which Ren just stared wide eyed.

Night time came and Jaune was well on his way to falling asleep with all this home work that professor port has given him. Seriously how far back did grimm history go!

"Jaune" the voice was from Ren.

If it meant giving his brain a rest sure turning to meet Ren he was met with a less then stoic face...was his eye...twitching?

"Buddy are you alright?" Jaune asked slightly unnerved at how Ren was acting. Ren said nothing just slamming his scroll in front of Jaune.

"This video I am about to play is our whole night last night..." Jaune just looked on and gulped.

Ren pressed play.

...

" You know Jaune I gotta say thanks" Ren said casually still drinking his first bottle of beer. Jaune looked at him confused.

"You aint gotta thank me...my first initial response to your slump...was less then ideal" Jaune laughed and Ren rolled his eyes.

" its been a crazy start to school and I'm" he was cut off by someone else

"It's been a crazy start to school and i'm" a male voice came repeating Rens words but a noticeable slur in his voice. Jaune was annoyed.

"Will you just shut up!"

Great. Mimicry.

"Be quiet buddy"

"...man you Beacon boys are so uptight" Jaune just rolled his eyes looking at the beer bottle in his hands. Ren sensing Jaune annoyance tried to be the calmer head.

" Leave the man alone " and Jaune wasnt sure if he was telling him that or the other drunken fool that. Nevertheless Jaune weighed his options.

A: Beat the man within an inch of his life and hope he doesn't come back.

... as fun , and possibly deserving of it, it would make Beacon look bad.

B: Threaten the man but thats pretty much the same as option A without the bodily harm...option c it is.

"Leave me alone...people have been leaving me alone for near on 10-"

"Look buddy" Jaune started putting his beer down and looked at the older drunk gentlemen.

"Your a charming fellow eh?" He looks at Ren " one of the best! But me and my teammate here are having a team meeting so could you possibly leave us alone?" Jaune asked putting his hands up on the guys shoulders.

"No offense intended!" The drunk man just sighed before walking away from the duo grumbling.

"Just trying...to be friendly.." and walked off to some other corner of the bar.

Jaune looked at Ren and Ren looked at Jaune, both just chuckled before downing their beer.

"Ah another one bartender please!" Too which to more beers slid into Ren and Jaunes grip.

"Well here to number two!" Jaune said and raised his glass to which Ren met halfway.

*Clink*

...

"Okay surely that was it I mean I did say two!" Jaune said looking up from the scroll at Ren who just shook his head.

...

What was originally planned for two turned into one more...and that one more turned into one more.

"Caaan yous play Despacito for me mr. Dj man" came the slur question of one Jaune Arc as he tried to get the DJ to play something to which the DJ man just ignored him.

"Youuus suck" turning around he realized that his poor teammate had disappeared! Oh no! That pancake fiend will hurt him!

"Renny! Buddy where are you" he tried calling out but to know avail.

"Hey you seen my buddy Ren anywhere?" He asked one of the guests here and they shook their heads.

Looking around Jaune tried to find his missing buddy. He saw a couple of women standing by the VIP room.

"Scuse me nice ladies buuut I can't seem to find my friend, do you know where he went?" He slurred out and almost stumbled. The ladies annoyed at him just said no. Jaune just sighed and stumbled away.... if he didn't find Renny oh brothers...his poor knees.

"Helloo oh leader of leaders!" Jaune looked up to see Ren up on the second floor.

"What are you doin up there?" To which Ren just shrugged Jaune made his way to the second floor just in time to see Ren balance a beer bottle on his head.

" I...I don't know J-Jaune this beer bottle...its like us.. its like...pancakes" Ren said giggling as he turned towards Arthur but the sudden movement cause the bottle to fall and break. Luckily no one was near by but the bar tender did leer at them b efore cleaning up. To which both of them laughed.

It wasn't long before another bottle of beer was in their hands....

They were leaning against the railing and Jaune just needed to know.

"Soooo tell me....what made...you so...distracted?" Jaune asked to which Ren just laughed.

"You'd probably....think badly...of me" He said as he took another swig of his beer to which Jaune laughed him off.

"Aww nonsense we're teammates...famillyy tell your big brother" he teased and Ren just blushed.

"Well I was...uh more like...entranced by Nora's" Jaune held out his ear as he couldn't really here what the boy was saying.

"I'm sorry imma ...little drunk it seems...what didja say?" Jaune asked and Rens blush just intensified

"I was staring at Nora's ....utt" Jaune just got closer

"I was staring at NORA'S BUTT! " Ren yelled out to which Jaune just looked at him and laughed.

" you....means to tell...me you almost got...slapped by a grimm cause...Nora's ass!" Jaune just slapped his teammate on the back.

"Just make sure you invite me to the wedding buddy" to which Ren choked on his beer.

....

Jaune looked at Ren.

Ren looked at Jaune.

"Her ass...really?"

"Keep watching and I won't kill you"

....

"What about you oh fearless leaaader...how come you don't have a girlfriend" asked Ren and Jaune just pouted.

"I guess...im just not good enough.." he said sadly before he chugged his beer down. Jaune kept talking more to himself and not aware that Ren had gone off else where.

"See and thats the thing about..." Jaune stopped realizing Ren had disappeared yet again!

"Come here you slippery bastard" came commotion from down stairs Jaune looked over the rail to see Ren sitting atop the bar table holding a broken beer bottle infront of him to hold back the attackers.

Jaune unsteadily made his way to save his teammate.

"Leave my teammate alone ya damn...damn fools!" Jaune said almost falling down the stairs he was descending.

Two other men trying to subdue the drunken Ren stopped and looked at Jaune. The bar tender looked at Jaune before dialing a number on his scroll.

"Who do you think your talking to boy?" Said the patron obviously fed up with the pair but Jaune wasn't having any of it.

"Nobodies...talking to a pair of nobodies" he said as he got face to face with the one of the patrons and shoved him.

"Get lost buddy!" He slurred which only spurred the two men's anger.

"You best shut up" said one to which the other agreed .

"Yeah best time you learn to watch your mouth!" And one of the patrons raised their fist.

....

"Oh fuck did..did we kill any body?" Jaune asked to which Ren just shook his head 'No' to Jaunes relief.

....

"I'm like a biiiiiird I'll only flyyyy away...i don't know where my souuuul is, I don't know where my hooome issss" Came the voice of Jaune singing with Ren as background singer and the two previous patrons playing music.

...

"...I didn't think I could sing" Jaune said out loud.

A thunk to the head was all he got in response.

...

Camera cuts to Jaune sloppily walking out of the men's restroom.

"Reeeennnnnnnny!" He screeched as he once again lost his friend.

"Renny...you...you bastard!" As he walked around to try and find Ren.

He walked up to one of the patrons.

"Renny my buddy!" Jaune pointed but the man just looked at him confused.

"Im not a 'Renny'" to which Jaune just gasped before pointing at him and shouted "imposter!" And leaving.

This continued for a few more minutes. Jaune going up to random people and calling them 'Renny' and them telling him they got the wrong person to which then Jaune just shouts imposter over dramatically.

It wasnt long before Ren actually grabbed Jaune by the shoulders.

"Jaune....what are ya doin?" He slurred and all he got was a slap to the face. Clutching his cheek Ren chuckled before delivering a slap of his own . To which Jaune slappex him back and vice versa.

It wasnt long before they were back at the bar again.

"Y-y-you kno-know your a good friend and leader" Ren said patting Jaune shoulder to which Jaune batted his hand away and raised his bottle once again.

"Cheer!" And was about to go for another drink when the beer was taken out of his hands.

"Cheers" it was the same man from before mimicking him!

"Thats it! I've had it with you!"

Camera cuts to Jaune taking the man to the bathroom and it was a few before he came out and another few minutes before the poor man came out too his suit was all wet.

"You both need to leave now!" Shouted the bar tender as both Jaune and Ren put their hands up in surrender not wanting to cause more of a scene as they both exited the club. The door shutting behind them with a thunk.

...

"Surely that's it right?" Jaune asked desperately and Ren shook his head before scrolling down to another video

"Yang took this one" He said and press played

...

Jaune and Ren just laughed at the events that had transpired both falling to the floor clutching their sides.

"Renny!/Jaune!" Came the voices of Nora, Ruby and Pyrhha followed closely behind by the rest of Team RWBY.

"Ren...Run! The punishment will be...toooo severe!" Jaune whispered to Ren who nodded and slowly they got up.

"Are they....running? " called out Weiss to which Nora and Ruby came bolting down like a thunderbolt.

" stop right their you two!" Said Ruby using her semblance to get closer to Jaune

"Neeeeeeeveeerr!" Screeched Jaune as he started running he looked back to see Ren getting tackled by nora. Jaune just let out a silent prayer. Running albeit sloppily through a back alley he just had to hope over this fence and he'd be home free!

"Oh no you don't you drunken dolt stop!" Gasp the evil white witch stood in his path! And the flower girl was on his tail! If he were to stop now he'll be caught!

He increased his speed as Weiss just stood her ground arms outstretched ready to capture the drunken arc. Ruby was gaining and almost within reach.

It was now or never!

Jaune suddenly stopped mere inches from Weiss. Weiss smiled happy thst Jaune came to his senses but was confused when jaune just ducked.

"Weiss get out the waaaay" Weiss liiked just in time to see rose petals collide with her sending them crashing. Blake, Pyrrha and Yang just looked down in time to see the crash as Jaune just whooped and climbed over the fence and ran away shouting

"You'll never take me aliiiiive!" Which echoed suddenly the Camera shifted back to Yang and Blake.

"Well that could have gone better" Blake said to which the camera cut off.

...

Jaune was rubbing his temples as he felt a migrain begin to form.

So much for one or two drinks...

"Ren..."

"I know Jaune"

"...never again"

"Agreed".

In keeping to canon somewhat of Jaune taking Crocea Mors but him having the use of an old school revolver. I'm gonna make a separate story on how he steals the sword and shield.

#rwby jaune #jaune arc #rwby jnpr #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #lie ren #ruby rose

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vivienna-vivid · 4 years

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The masters of Red have no personalities so I made them up.

Feend vor Sembren

Ah yes, Nasuverse!Edgeworth

Strict AF college professor who actually cares about his students. They affectionately call him “Professor Fiend”.

W O R K A H O L I C

A total romantic who loves his wife and son. If only he made a habit of actually coming home…

Did you know this man is 52??? Did you know his son Fezgram is 24???

The only one here who knows how to be a functional member of society.

Pretty heavy smoker, so he has a raspy voice.

Surprisingly, Feenie’s a connoisseur of wine. Kayneth introduced him to a lotta high-end alchohol in their college days.

Yes, he knew Kayneth. They were good friends before Kayneth bit the dust.

I dare you to make vore jokes in front of him. I dare you. You’ll die but at least it’ll be fun.

Listens to a lot of 70s-80s bands. In case you’re wondering, he’s a big fan of Queen and Fleetwood Mac.

Pretty technologically advanced for a mage. His pragmatism towards technology was inspired by a certain gun-wielding magus killer.

Was married into the Vor Sembren family. Since he was born a poor boy, he’s always trying to prove himself.

His parents were Chinese Singaporeans, so he’s fluent in Mandarin.

Feenie’s magecraft focuses on transmutation. With select materials, he can transmute one thing into another. He mainly uses his magecraft to heal wounds and create pseudo organs and flesh.

Has at one point intimidated a person by showing them a transmuted heart and lying that it’s theirs.

His wish for the Grail is… Well, he plans to give the Grail to the Association, so he doesn’t particularly care about the Grail.

It’s to run away from mage society with his family

Rottweil Berzinsky

OH BOY LOOK AT THIS DISASTER.

Australian. Because of that, he has a noice Australian accent.

S H A R P T E E F S

Man’s been in too much explosions

His Crowley-esque shades hides his lizard eyes.

“If I’m gonna do horrible things, at least I can make them FUN”

Think: Steve Irwin but borderline psychopath.

Is surprisingly good with kids! Rott’s the kinda guy who’d chastise a child for being mean and/or rude, but would teach them how to stab assholes. “Y’see a weird man offering candy from his van. Wha’dya do? Shank ‘im!”

Man’s a natural prankster. He’ll prank E V E R Y O N E and A N Y T H I N G.

Likes: Sunbathing. Hates: Cold weather and winter.

Thinks Gene Rum is a cooooooooooooold bitch with a stick up her arse.

Gene and Rott has some history. Both tend to be employed by the same people.

Rott may be a murderer, but he has standards! No killing children, no harming children, if employer does anything to children he will kill them.

Has killed more employers than actual hit targets.

In the manga, Rott can change into silver lizard form. He doesn’t like changing his form since the more he uses that ability, the more monstrous and mindless he becomes.

Rott is indeed a Chimera, a mage who is able to turn into an animal to some degree. He didn’t become a Chimera from his own volition, so that’s also a reason why he rarely uses his ability.

As a Chimera, he’s gained some lizard perks even in his human form. For starters, his saliva is toxic and has lizard eyes. He also can shed his skin to heal certain wounds. In Chimera form, he’s covered in nigh-indestructible scales.

Rott was an orphan who was adopted by a mage named Zagreus Berzinsky. The man wanted to create mythical beast of yore by forcefully fusing children with all kinds of beasts. Rott was one of those children.

Rott was able to escape with a few kids. Eventually, they made their way to the Clocktower. While he himself never went to school, he 100% made sure his “younger siblings” are enrolled in the Clocktower. It’s for their safety.

His wish for the Grail is for an antidote for Chimeratization. Oh! And to kill off Zagreus too!

Gene (Jean?) Rum

Gene, short for Genevieve. (Or Jean, short for Jeanette)

Straight-laced lipstick lesbian.

Likes books because, unlike people, they’re actually engaging. Nah she’s just a bit awkward and self-conscious.

Grew up reading Shakespeare, Arabian Nights, and Grimm’s Fairy Tales.

Since she’s broken into Ivan the Terrible’s library at least once, I can tell you that she’s a professional lock-picker. Wizard who took a level in Rogue.

Fluent in many languages due to her time abroad.

Favorite Genre: Russian Literature

HAS PUBLISHED HER OWN POETRY BOOK!! Though, it’s under a pseudonym and bringing it up will make her really embarrassed.

Thinks Rottweil is a bITCH-ASS MOTHERFUCKER.

Gene doesn’t care much about the morality of her employers. As long as she gets paid, she won’t stick her nose in her employer’s business.

You’d think she’d have Mystic Eyes what with her chilling side-eye.

Loves puns but you’d be hard-pressed to get her to laugh at one in public.

Finished her education in the Clocktower but chose to lead a life of a mercenary. Her family was… pretty miffed.

Never attends family meetups.

Org Rum is her little brother and his presence turns on her latent Cain instincts.

Do you have your rival family’s documents? Do you want to ruin them by exposing these documents but they’re encrypted? HIRE GENE RUM TODAY!

Gene’s magecraft focuses of aeromancy, the control of wind.

Her most famous technique is the ability to make thread-thin tornado chakrams. Anyone who touches these tordano-wheels will get sliced. If she focuses a bit harder, she can imbue her chakrams with lightning.

She makes those storm-threads with a small buckler-sized spinning wheel she bring along. It’s her mystic code and she’s very protective of it.

Cabik Pentel

The current patriarch of the Pentel Clan, a family of esoteric assassins/mercenary group.

Hardly ever emotes so it’s hard to tell what he’s thinking.

But he’s usually very honest and won’t sugar nor exaggerate his words.

The only reason he’s can understand other people (to a degree) is because his brother is such a good person.

Yeah, Cabik loves his brother very much. And as such, he loves his brother’s twin daughters. He’s somewhat of a cool uncle to them.

Doesn’t quite know how he feels about being patriarch since the clan is awful as all hell. He’s good at being an assassin, so he’ll continue the work in the meantime.

BOY ONLY KNOWS HOW TO KILL PEOPLE HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO HUMAN, BLESS HIM.

Proud father of houseplants and a cat

Q: Weren’t you and your brother called “The Gum Brothers” in college?

A: ………………………………………Ah. So you’ve chosen death.

How many daggers does this man have? A LOT

Seriously, you’d think he has a limit to how many daggers he can carry but. No. He just… fucking pops out another pair if the ones he’s using are lost.

His twin knives are called Rahu and Ketu and he loves them very much.

The Pentels specialty magecraft is body modification. Cabik uses this to make his body pliable as fuck.

This bitch can basically make his body have the consistency of a ferret’s.

Need to dodge? Fuckin’ dislocate your spine! Gutted? Move your organs upwards to not make them fall!

Deimlet Pentel

The older brother of the Pentel siblings. Supposed to be the next family patriarch but left that position for his brother.

Big teddy bear man. Big teddy bear wrestler man.

“HAHAHA!! I AM HERE!!” -Deimlet (and totally not All Might)

Divorced man of two daughters. BUT!! HE STILL LOVES HIS EX-WIFE VERY MUCH!!!

“I may want to remarry my ex-wife. Or not, haha……. Unless…;)?”

Stronk dad to stronk daughters. He taught them how to wrestle and….. he’s so proud of them ;’)

MADE OF LITERAL SUNSHINE!! IF YOU SEE THE SUN IN MIDNIGHT, YOU MIGHT BE LOOKING AT DEIM!!

Super protective of his mustache. It’s his magnum opus so do nOT MESS IT UP

Legitimately hates the Pentels, but still loves his baby bro.

Q: Weren’t you and your brother called “The Gum Brothers” in college?

A: What? I didn’t hear you there! Mind *cracks fingers* saying that again?

While he married out of love, his responsibilities as heir-apparent (and assassin) made him incredibly distant to his family.

When he was tasked to kill his then-wife’s brother’s family, he did so with much hesitation. Because of that, his brother-in-law nearly killed him and ended up dying anyway.

His wife was… not happy, to say the least. That’s why they divorced and she took the kids.

And that’s how he left the family! Killing, as it turns out, sucks ass!!

Good ending tho: he moved to Finland and started tutoring the Edelfelt kids in wrestling.

He’s… actually a masked wrestler there. He’s been on TV a bunch of times!

Joined the HGW mainly to make sure Cabik is doing fine.

Uses his family’s magecraft to super harden his body.

You can’t gut this man ‘cause he made hIS BODY INTO LITERAL STONE!!

Man is just Indian Alex Louis Armstrong. Thatse it! He cannot change this!

#verse; Fate/Apotheosis #Fate Series #Fate Apocrypha #LEMME LOVE THE MASTERS OF RED #yeah i know these are just *my* headcanons but!!! they deserve love too!!!!!#feend vor sembren #rottweil berzinsky #gene rum #jean rum #cabik pentel #deimlet pentel #nasu won't give them love them so i'll do it instead #vivien talks

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wontonsupremacy · 4 years

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Living with your mom is like:

Living with your mom is like living with a roommate that has every right to boss you around and maintain rules around you for most people.

Living with my mom though is like living with a roommate that doesn’t respect boundaries because she used to do all the groceries and what’s the matter if she uses all your baby carrots that you buy, or the American cheese she’s never bought before because she doesn’t care for cheese or washing your clothes the day of your job when you need your clothes, but she doesn’t understand that this is why I want to wash my own clothes now. Sharing a car? That’s even worse. Every time your work schedule won’t work with hers, she’s the one that “gets left behind” and she’s the one who doesn’t give you any information but expects you to be able to show up and provide.

We’re a single parent household, and it’s always been me as the oldest to do everything with her. My younger brother doesn’t cooperate with family things, but he stays out of trouble and has his own shit together. My mom though just won’t take any initiative to do things on her own. While I have a limited ability to be responsible because I’m manic adhd and bipolar and depressed a lot of things can go wrong with this kind of schedule. It’s often than nothing goes right, and literally I have to hear an earful when really she did help me pay for the car but the maintenance, insurance, gas, and everything else at home is literally paid by me as of now.

She keeps saying she “never asked” for me to pay for everything or for anything, and maybe she’s right. But she’s the kind of person who would never turn on the heater in winter because its expensive, no wifi or phone bills because “you don’t need any of those things”, and she will also skip out on important car maintenance because “it’s not really necessary and the car will run”.

She is the person who will repeatedly tell you that you’re a good kid but that you’re never good enough that you’re fat and she doesn’t understand why you’re so fat— meanwhile if you don’t eat what she cooks she’ll get upset and blame you for “eating out” (even if I haven’t?) and shell overcook and overcook that things start piling up in the fridge and start to go bad but she’ll never throw it out because “it’s still edible”. Anytime you DO try to make dietary changes she doesn’t care or listen and will eat your vegetables or smoothie mixes so there’s nothing left for me to replace unhealthy snacks.

She complains when I socialize saying I don’t do anything but play around and honestly I’m sorry but I really need it right now. You make me never want to be home and even when I’m home I’m depressed I cut myself to sleep I drink alchohol to sleep and I smoke cigarettes outside so I can get out of the house. The only socialization I get with you in my house is arguments or financial questioning and so many goddamn questions about who’s driving the car at what time and it’s like living with a coworker you hate and only talking about work. I don’t want to hear her talk anymore sometimes and I don’t want to have to fight a war at home. I think it means a lot for me to be able to connect and call up people outside who are great friends and great times that I can spend away from the stress but sometimes I wonder if there’s really no way to fix and balance out my mother from my stressful life...in which case I’d have to actually move out, and probably move out of town , the city, and cut off all my current friends —-which will definetly hurt me.

As someone who wants to die at age 26, my countdown is down to (apparently) 3 years with my age being 23. (I thought I was still 22 fml). Either way, 3 years may seem short now, but with the dread I carry sometimes it feels like it might be ages. And maybe the first step is to get away from my mother and to let her be alone. I really wonder though, if she’ll be okay alone. And this is one of the reasons I try to tolerate so much but don’t leave her, because after my dad left, who really is there for her at all? Who knows. Maybe she needs to learn being alone sometimes instead of blowing up my phone.

Life sucks guys. But there’s a lot more to it than it just sucking. Is love a form of tolerance? Or a binding by the labels of family and blood line? Or is it just that as humans we emotionally bond with anyone who knows us well enough and we can’t just leave behind the time we’ve spent with them?

Sometimes I feel like I’m becoming abusive like my dad, toward my mom, and sometimes I worry how quickly I have to kill myself before I truly become a hideous human being. But I also realize I can’t and mustn’t be abusive to my mom and respective but it’s so goddamn hard when you shut in so much already and you’ve tried to casually put the complaints out there only to be dismissed and unrecognized.

Even small things like her pursuading me to “detransition”, “dye my hair black again”, or “stop looking so ugly”, builds up to the point that I want to go get hormones ASAP even though I can’t afford it at all.

Am I selfish? Horrible? Or abusive? I’m problematic and I have my own problems to fix, can I, should I, even take the time to fix this with her, or should I actually just see this whole thing as a problem I don’t need and take the risk of moving out of state and living by myself with nofucks to what may happen to the rest of my family?

I hate this. This whole thing. I hate life. I hate me.

#help #hell #wontonsupremacy #events #parents #living with parents #single mother household

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a-pretty-nerd · 5 years

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Sick (Jasper Jordan x reader)

Request: "Ok ok I just had a cute image as I was bandaging my finger and thinking about Jasper Jordan, what if you're one of the assistants for Abby (not essentially a professional trained nurse) but just helping for minor things like cuts or medicine if someone doesn't feel well and jasper got hurt once without realizing you were one of the assistants and now that he knows he kinda fakes being sick to see you and you're like "u sure" and he's like "mhm," I dunno, if you want! :) " ~ Anonymous

I legit, can't get enough of this idea! 💕

A/N: First of all, I have to thank @trickkombowerskru for helping me with this because I didn't know which Jasper you wanted for this. We settled on S4 because Jasper has so much downtime in S4. As always! Feel free to make requests and give feedback, I love it! ✌❤

Warnings: none? Pretty soft.

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"Y/N, come here." You're called. You swiftly make your way through the ward and into the main room. Sitting on one of the gurneys sits a young man with a large tear in his shirt about the bicep. Blood has stained the tear and his skin. Abby, your mentor and doctor of this makeshift ward pushes up his sleave and is beginning to clean the wound with alchohol. The young man hisses.

"What do you need?" You ask her, approaching the young man's wound. You know what she needs.

"Can you handle this?" Abby asks.

"Of course, I can." You tell her as she starts to walk away. You've only just started your training in nursing, but you're a good student and fast learner as far as Abby is considerened and you have to be in the current state of everything. Currently, you care for the cuts and bruises making sure no one gets an infection of disease if they are ill.

"Oh. It's you." The young man states with a bit of surprise. You look up, for some reason you were so focused you hadn't noticed that it was Jasper sitting there this whole time. A friend of yours from classes way back on the Arch. He's so different now its a little shocking to see him. By now his hair is growing back from when be shaved it, and he's growing facial hair. Doesn't look too bad. If it wasn't for the fact that he practically starved and dehydrated himself, he'd be rather...dashing.

"It is I." You smiled at him. He gave a weak smile back before you back to cleaning the gash on his arm. "How'd you get this one?" You asked him, finally wiping away the last of the dirt and blood. Jasper shrugged.

"My shirt snagged on some metal." He brushed it off.

"It looks pretty bad." Jasper didn't answer your comment, he just watched you as you layed down a piece of clean cloth and pressed down, hard. It felt strange to him, the way you held his arm and pressed down. Touch hadn't felt like that, in sometime now. Didn't matter who touched him, things felt numb or filled with fustration, sadness, or hate. He didn't like people touching him really, but this felt different. It felt...fine for once. Catering and gentle. It made his heart pump a little.

Jasper had always thought of you as cute. On the Arch, you were the cute girl in his class. He was always a little too nervous to talk to you and as time went on, you became just a friend. Jasper was surprised to see you when you came down with the rest of the Arch. In fact, he had nearly forgetten about you after all that time. After the landing, the grounders, Mt. Weather...he was so different. Not that it stopped you from trying to be his friend. He had been pushing everyone away for sometime now, and it worried you deeply.

"There you go. All set." You told him as you finished wrapping fabric around his arm. He felt, a little disappointed. He didn't realize that this would go by so fast. Her watched to watch you just a little longer.

"Thank you." He pulled down his shirt sleeve and hopped off the gurney.

"Just keep an eye on it and try to change your bandages daily. Clean with soap and water." You ordered.

"Yes, ma'am." Jasper nodded and walked away. Oh how you hated to see him leave but loved to watch him go. You caught yourself starring.

Two days later, Jasper stumbled into the ward early in the morning complaining of a headache unlike any other. He said something ridiculous like, the effects of radiation creating a brain tumor pressing on his brain because thats what it felt like, pressing, pressure. He looked fine.

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad?" You asked, pressing the back of your hand against his forhead to test for a temperature. No fever.

"10. It hurts to move." He complained. You crossed your arms. He looked sad, pitiful even.

"Well, we can't spare any pain relief meds. But we can try one thing." Jasper's eyes lit up a little.

"What?"

"Water." You handed him your bottle of water, which he took, now looking a little disappointed. You gave a small smile, knowing thats not what he wanted. You sure what he had expected or wanted, but it wasn't that. He took the water and drank reluctantly. "You're just dehydrated and probably a little hung over, Jasper. Look." You took his wrist, and pushed up thr long sleeve just a bit. You pressed down, and the color of his skin changed to a paler pigment, it stayed that way when you pulled your finger away until it faded. "See?"

"Cool trick." He muttered. He liked it when you held his wrist.

"Just go and eat something, drink some water and maybe take it easy today, okay?" You told him with a sympathetic smile. "You'll be fine." You reassured before walking away to attend to someone else. Jasper sighed and left, again, disappointed.

At this point, Jasper wanted nothing more than be around you. And he never saw you outside of the ward so this was all he could do. A day later, he was back. Complaining of nausea and dizziness. For a moment you worried it was the flu, until you saw him. He looked fine to you.

You approached the bed he sat on again, and placed your hands on your hips. He looked up at you with sad, tired eyes. It worked for a second, a second.

"Nauseas, huh?" You asked him, he just a sad nod. "You're sure?"

"Mmhm."

"Have you eaten anything today?" He nodded. "Drank water like I told you?" He nodded. "Are you hungover?" He shook his head. You sighed and checked again for his temperature, a little warm, but not concerning. "Any other symptoms?" You asked. He shook his head. You gave him water and a hard peppermint candy that was left over from the arch. "Suck on this, and see how you feel. Drink plenty of water, and get some rest. Okay?" You told him.

"Nothing else?" He asked. Again, he wanted to stay longer and watch you.

"Nope. Now, if you don't mind, I have someone with the flu who cant keep a damn thing down. Exscuse me."

"Wait." He called you back.

"Yes?" You asked, turning back. Jasper paused for a minute.

"My headache is back." He croaked. You giggled at him.

"You're fine, Jasper." You smiled at him. He fell quite for a few seconds before speaking again.

"How come I never see you outside of the ward? You dont work on the wall or rations?"

"No. I mostly work here. I usually take extra shifts for people. And, I'm still in training."

"You don't take a break every now and then? Aren't you tired?"

"I'm exhausted. But...its worth it." You smiled. "Yknow...I do get a break tomorrow though." You told him. He gave a small smirk.

"Would you like to, have lunch with me then?" He asked.

"I would."

#jasper jordan #jasper jordan x reader #the 100 x reader #the 100 #devon bostick x reader #devon bostick imagine #devon bostick

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iiguess · 5 years

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What do you hate more, alchohol or your father?

“ they’re both bad. but, if i had to choose, it’s the alcohol. it’s smelly, it’s gross, it makes people do things they shouldn’t be doing if they were sober, and it sucks that people end up relying so much on it. at least my father actually has a chance to become better; alcohol stays the same no matter what happens. ”

#Anonymous #;; ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ( ic. )#;; ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ( asks. )#alcohol mention tw #alcohol is something that'll exist no matter what she does #her father at least won't be around after a while ;;

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whatthe-tuckb · 3 years

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Tucker & Blue | beach event flashback discord para

with: @bluestxrr when/where: the beach event via the beach event the night the baby was made ok.

* read at your own risk lots of tw: nsfw, smut, etc*

blue starr

she hates when she gets this way with him. she should never have let him buy her that stupid drink. one drink became two, which became three, which became the two of them dancing. now her skin was heating, the way it always did when she spent too long around tucker, and the eyes that normally fixed a glare on him were focused entirely on his mouth. she knew first hand what he could do with that mouth, and she hated how much she craved it. they'd ended up on a far end of the beach, hidden behind some sand dunes, and she knew this wasn't going to end well, away from everyone else. "i need you to stop looking at me like that. because i really can't stop thinking about kissing you right now."

Tucker Buchanan

he never knew how a conversation with blue would go. Some nights, a screaming match where their bickering was filled with nothing but cuthroat snide comments and backhanded flirting. Other nights, well- it went a lot like this. A drink became more drinks and before he knew it they were derobing and couldn't get their hands or some other body part off one another. he was pleasntly suprised tonight with how it was unfolding. some drinks loosened up the conversation and he got to see a side of her he enjoyed. somehow they ended up down the beach a ways the sound of faint music they danced to only moments ago being dulled by the roar of the waves. Falling into the sand he pulled her closer, the cool sand cushioning his fall. "okay then stop thinking." he almost whispered- his lips closer to hers. "just do"

blue starr

she could hear the music, faintly, quiet, completely pushing her into this moment with tucker. he pulled her closer, and almost on instinct, as he fell into the sand, she fell on top of him, legs wrapped around his middle. she hated the effect he had on her, the feeling of being this close to him starting a low hum inside her, pulling a flush to her cheeks as she nodded at his next words. she couldn't think straight around him, and part of her wondered if it was something else that she couldn't let herself think about right now, not as she bit down on her lip, his own lips so close to hers that she could feel his breath on her face. "okay...okay, i'm gonna kiss you now," she hums, closing the gap between them as her hands immediately moved to tangle in his hair, mouth opening against his.

Tucker Buchanan

"would you just shut u--" and before he could finish his sentence he felt her close the distance between them and it was as if that were all he needed to know before the growing desire in him was let free. Tucker wrapped his arms around her middle pulling her in closer to him. His hand held onto her waist gently pushing and pulling as his tongue fought for dominance over her mouth. A gentle growl emerged from his throat, the burning of the alchohol did nothing when it came to the burning of desire. His hands traveled up her back as his mouth gently pecked and pulled at hers, his hands resting on the sides of her cheeks. "Mmm. Blue." he groaned into her mouth. Tucker couldn't help how good this felt, maybe it was the fact that she claimed so hard to hate him but this didn't feel like hate at all. His need to please and be like able made his craving for desire and to satisfy intesify around her. "You don't know what you do do me.."

blue starr

an eyebrow raises at his question, but she can't even bring herself to stop kissing him to retaliate. her hands tug at his hair slightly as she lets out a soft gasp into his mouth, relishing in the feeling of his hands on her waist, how strong he felt under her as one hand moved from his hair, sliding down his neck to rest on his chest. she moves his hands down to her ass, lips never stopping their movements as her tongue flicks out against his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth before she lets out a soft moan. "fucking hell, tucker." she whines, quickly reaching behind her to tug at the straps of her bikini top until it falls away. she pushes her hips against him, closing her eyes. "actually, i can feel exactly what i do to you.."August 13, 2021

Tucker Buchanan

it was a war he was okay with losing, the battle of whose mouth could control the others more. He was happy to be aided by her- having her hands and groans tell him where to go and how to do it. As dominate as he liked to claim to be In the bedroom, he was all for doing what pleased his partner. He let out a gust of air as blue’s soft moan escaped- he took a moment to look at her in the dim lighting he could see how swollen her lips were from his own’s doing. With the sea breeze blowing her hair and the glow of lust on her skin that was illuminated by the moon’s light tucker didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold out. He wanted her- there was no denying that and from her comment he knew she could feel it too. His hands cupped her tight ass kneading as they pressed firmly against one another. The rocking of her Hips against his bulge were aided by his own hands that held her firmly as their mouths tugged and teethed. “Speaking of what you do, what can you do about this mouth.. is it more than just shit talking me? Huh?” He teased nipping her neck, sucking and biting in unison. He could feel his pants getting tighter and tighter, the desire for her touch was becoming almost unfathomable. “Fuck blue I need you- his one hand stayed firmly on her hip while the other trailed around to squeeze her now exposed breast. “Fuck.” He said his voice low and raspy as he took In the sight of her perfect tits. “I wanna taste” he licked his lips

blue starr

his words send a shudder through her, and if there was any uncertainty left about what she was doing, it was gone. she needed him right now, almost as much as he needed her. she leans up to his ear, biting gently on his ear lobe as she whispers, "if you want me to suck your cock all you have to is ask, tucker." she lets out a little whine at his lips on her neck, knowing that she has to be quiet, that anyone could just walk over and catch them here if she's too loud, and she shifts their position quickly, so that now he's hovering over her. her need takes over, and she can't bring herself to tease him any longer, pulling her shorts and bikini bottoms down her legs until they fall away completely, leaving her laying bare underneath him. "is that what you want, hm?" she teases, trying to gain some semblance of having the upper hand as she spreads her legs for him, just barely. "then taste, nobody is stopping you."

Tucker Buchanan

the sensation of her teeth grazing his ear sent chills to all part of his body- primarily his cock which at this point was growing tighter and tighter in his pants. The feeling of her grinding against him and their lips pressing against one another he groaned out. “Fuck I need your mouth wrapped around me now then.” He called out leaning back onto the sand. The whine he caused made him grin lustfully, knowing how the whine was a sweet mixture of pleasure and pain. His palm went to her mouth covering it. Changing position he quick took a moment to drink in her body starting again from her lips he kissed her heard and sucked on her sore neck once more trailing down sucking and kissing as he went. He stopped at her breast, kneading one with a free hand and sucking the other in his mouth his tongue twirling around her now erect nipple. As he switched to suck on the other breast his hand trailed down to her bare beneath him. His fingers rubbing against her moist center. “Fuck baby” he cooed. “I love how wet I’m getting you.” He smiled into her skin. Gently rubbing her clit he slid a finger inside, curling it and moving inside her tightness. Adding another finger as he picked up speed, he couldn’t wait to feel his cock around her. But his mind was going a mile a minute. Moaning as he enjoyed how good she felt she kept going lower and lower happy she shimmied out of her shorts so that could get into position. Hooking his arms around her legs he slid his fingers out and licked them. Sweeping his tongue against her sweet center he moaned, “you taste so good.” He moaned. His tongue beginning to do it’s dance sucking and slurping while he added a finger in.

blue starr

she's hot, and it has nothing to do with the temperature on the beach. his words bring a smirk to her lips, and she's gearing herself up, ready to do exactly as he asks, when suddenly he changes their position again, giving him the upper hand as he covers her mouth. his lips move all over her skin, increasing the temperature, so hot she squirms underneath him. she thinks briefly, as he sucks at her neck, the marks that he's going to leave, how angry with herself she'll be when she spots them in the morning. she's proud of herself, with how quiet she's managed to keep herself so far, and just as he's about to celebrate this victory, his hands and mouth are all over her, drawing a whimper from her throat as her head falls back, mouth open and eyes closed. "i hate how wet you make me," she counters, biting down on her lip, a loud moan escaping her mouth before she can stop it as his fingers slip inside of her. suddenly his mouth is on her, fingers inside her and all the thoughts leave her head as she writhes underneath him, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood as her back arches. "oh fuck, tucker."

Tucker Buchanan

he loved to be the reason for others pleasure and that included blue. The way he got so entranced by pleasing her he forgot about how much he wanted her mouth on him. His whimpers and moans only added to his arousal and the groans and moans that came deep from inside his throat only matched the desire that was filling his body. He shook his head knowing her comment wasn’t anything to take to heart- he loved how this felt and knew she did too. He continued to work on her, his fingers diligently curling and moving in and out of her wet slit. His tongue lapping up her wetness he stuck is tongue into her and sucked and blowed. “Does this feel good? You like the way It feels don’t you?” He looked up from under his lashes to see her in the dim lighting. “Fuck I can’t take it I need you” he said coming up for air. Continuing to rub her his lips came back up to her mouth and kissed her hard biting her bottom lip. “Suck my cock blue. I need it wet before I fuck you.”

blue starr

she'll always claim to hate it, the way he makes her feel, how stupid she gets around him. she's always been private, almost prudish in her sex life, not doing it until she'd dated the person for a while, only ever in the comfort of her own home. that's the one thing she hates about this, the way her inhibitions lower around him, desire taking over her until she can't think straight, going from the privacy of her apartment to the packed beach, with all of their friends just over a mile away. she wants to tell him no, it doesn't feel good, knows he's taunting her on purpose, but before she can even think of it, her eyes are rolling back, a loud gasp of 'yes' leaving her mouth in response. her cheeks flame at his words, the thought of him needing her filling her with need once again, she kisses him hard, letting out a whine once more as he bites her lip, whimpering at how dirty his words were, not even thinking about it before she's on her knees, wrapping her mouth around him, taking him down her throat with a satisfied hum.

Tucker Buchanan

he was a ladies man, a flirt to the core- and it came easy to him. Of course his southern charm and good looks got him far most times with women and most of the Time it didn’t lead to the bedroom but tucker was a man who didn’t like to deprive himself of the good things in life and that included indulging in sexual desires. The mere fact that blue claimed to not stand him yet came unraveled under his touch drove his lust up the latter. And here they were- a mile away on a somewhat packed beach and he was unleashing it all. He could tell how good he made her feel and that only made him want to please her more, have her call his name and wrap her legs around his torso because it felt that good. Her moans were causing his cock to build with a throbbing tension that would soon need to be released the sweet sensation of her lips wrapping around him were almost enough to send him cumming down her throat alone. “Shiiit” he winced in pleasure as he felt her throat grip him. “You’re mouth feels so good yes.. just like-“ he was breathless already. “Yes just like that” he moaned. he couldn’t wait much longer he didn’t want to bust without her, “c’mere. Up here.” He gestured for her, helping guide her hips to line up for him to enter her. “You okay?” He wanted to Double check before he proceeded because after he did he knew it wouldn’t be much longer until he was dazed with lust.August 14, 2021

blue starr

he's breathless and she truly doesn't understand why she loves it as much as she does. he hits the back of her throat and it pulls tears from her eyes, his moans spurring her on, finding herself unable to pull away, even when he commands her so that he can fuck her. she lays back in the sand at his words, big bright eyes focused on him as she practically growls in frustration. "yes, tucker. i'm fine. come on, just fuck me," she basically snarls, pushing her hips back against his, gasping softly as his length brushes her clit. "oh fuck. i need you," she admits, the words making her blush, hoping both of them forget she ever said them soon enoughAugust 16, 2021

Tucker Buchanan

with her confirmation all he needed he lined himself up at her entrance, sliding the tip of his cock against her slit. He could feel the precum at the tip and the wetness he tasted only moments before on her. The sound of her needing him was the last thing he heard before holding her hip and pushing into her. The tightness wrapped around him in a way that her mouth had gotten close to but this was better.. so.much.better. he let out a deep groan, the groan stemming from his lust taking over his body and pure pleasure tingling in all areas. "Fuck Blue." he called, his hips slowly gaining a rhythm inside of her tight walls. "You feel so fucking good." As his hips created a tempo for the two his moaned into her mouth as she hovered him, riding him this way was tucker's weakness. "If you keep doing it like that I'm not gonna-" he shuttered. "Last long. fuck." he moaned. His hand reached around squeezing her tight bum. "Admit it. admit that you like this."

blue starr

"oh fuuuuck." she drops her head into the crook of his neck, the join between his neck and shoulder, biting down to stop the scream leaving her lips as she pulls up from him, slamming her hips back down as she let out a loud moan, the sound of their hips slapping together. her nails rake down his back, head falling back, the sounds leaving her mouth constantly. "good. please give me the chance to make fun of you for lasting two minutes." she laughs softly, back arching as he hits the spot inside her. she keens as he squeezes her ass, biting down on her lip. "no, can't make me."

Tucker Buchanan

feeling blue so close, her breathing sent chills across his hot skin. the beads of sweat that started to form from thrusting into her were welcomed as his breath deepened by the minute. The sound of their skin was a sound of its own that meshed with the roaring of the ocean crashing against the surf behind them. "Fuck you. really?" he rolled his eyes that were already half way back in his head from the climax that was steadily building within him. The breathless kisses he was planting across her skin, nipping and sucking- he wanted her closer. "you wanna bet?" he said his eyes deepening with a mix of lust and anger. Flipping them around he laid her on her back and lifted her leg up over his shoulder. "I'm going to make you cum so hard the entire beach will be knowing my name. do you fuckin' understand?" he said in a humph.August 17, 2021

blue starr

she'd succeeded. all she wanted was to piss him off, knowing that he'd get rough with her. she watches him roll his eyes and a smirk falls from her lips. she gasps a little, the motions of his mouth on her skin pulling it from her, that, and knowing that she'll have marks from this. she yelps as he flips them over, eyes wide over the position change, and she can't help but wonder what she's in for as she feels the strain of him moving her leg. his words send a little jolt through her, but all she sees is an opportunity to get him going some more. "yes sir, i understand." she whimpers, eyes on hisAugust 18, 2021

Tucker Buchanan

there was a sense of animalistic nature that seemed to come over him when his manhood was being concerned. He felt a sense of dominance come over him, a need to prove himself and make her feel like no other man had made her before. Tucker knelt up close to her, her ankle near his left ear as he gripped her leg and continued to thrust into her. “What’s wrong? Can’t take it?” He said groaning breathlessly as he continued to pound into her. “Well that’s too damn bad.” He said in a fit of rageful lust. Of course if blue had even uttered a singular syllable that sounded like stop he’d do so. But he knew what this was and it was something that she wanted from him and now she got it. The title that rolled off her tongue seemed to be like drug shooting through him. “Sir.” He smirked a sloppy grin. “Fuckkk” he groaned leaning down to kiss her. He was so close and knew it was only a matter of time before he came to the climax that was building. Figuring he’d get a few more thrust in before he came he let her leg down and tapped her body, “sir wants you in all fours. Now.” He said in a tone he wasn’t used to for his own voice. With her in doggy tucker grasped her hips and pull ed her Into position taking his fingers and swirling them around her tight entrance once more to feel her against his fingers. “You’re dripping.. for me.” He emphasized those last words. Before aligning himself at her entrance and pushing in. A few back shots in and he had his hand on the back of her neck and one hand firmly on her waist setting the pace for their hips to meet. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He said as he sped up his thrust. “Where should I cum blue?” He moaned into her neck as he bent over into her continuing to work her slit.

blue starr

she couldn't help but smirk, knowing she'd gotten exactly what she wanted from him. she hadn't expected this though, the pace he was fucking her, how hard he was going, how fucking good it felt. his words make her glares, hands curling into the sand underneath her. "you know i can fucking take it." she fronts. it wasn't that he was hurting her, it was that nobody had ever made her feel this good this fast before, and her back arches as he pounds into her. she sees the reaction when she calls him sir, making her grin at the thought that she has something over him. as he leans to kiss her, she bites down on his lower lip, tugging it towrds her. her eyes widen at his command, but she's quick to pull herself into the position anyway, a soft gasp of 'yes sir' leaving her lips. the coil in her belly begins to build the second his fingers are on her again, eyes rolling back as moans leave her mouth. "oh, fuck you," she responds to his words, shame coursing through her, flushing her face as she whines, trying to keep her head up. "me too," she whines, feeling the band snap as she throws her head back, eyes rolling back once more as she clenches around him. "oh fuck, shit, tucker, i'm cumming." she shrieks, crying out as she pushes her hips back against him, not even bothering to answer his questionAugust 23, 2021

tucker

he was usually the sensual type, not rough and ragged when it came to what he did in between the sheets. but then again this wasn't a bed they were on the beach, and this wasn't just any girl- it was her. tucker kept up his pace, pumping in and out of her, biting down on his bottom lip at how good she felt around him. his breath wavering as each thrust he got closer to climax. "well then fucking act like it." he rebuttled, his tone even shocking himself but in the state of lust that was taking over his body he didn't care to correct himself. the pull from her lip causes a grin to flash over his lips and a groan to emerge from him. he was second away and dismissing her comment, he brought a hand up to her mouth. 'that's enough blue. drop the act and just cum for me." he huffed. leaning down his torso was touching against her bare one, and just like that he feels her unravel around him only making him lose it even more, "you're on the pill right?" he asked before he knew what was about to happen. the next few seconds came before he knew it, and with one last thrust he burried himself inside her deeper and deeper until lost in a fit of passion his vison blurs and he unloads, his climax washing over him and a rush of heat floods his face. "fuck blue." he says as stays inside of her for a few more moments, his body growing weaker than it was just moments ago. slipping out of her slowly he finds his pants and slides them back on. "here." he says grabbing her clothes for her . "We uh- we should get back.." he says knowing that this was how their sexual relationship went, purely transactional.

#tw:nsfw #tw:sexual #this is the baby orgin story lmao soo if you wanna read dbfasfhas #&(blue)#read at your own risk #lmao #tw:smut #tw:pregnancy

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