This was a fun one! Tagging @duerme07 because I didn’t answer this as a proper ask because I’m on mobile and the app sucks. Thank you for the request! 😀
Nobunaga, the most popular guy in school, famous for his extravagant house parties, gets disqualified for the title of Homecoming King, despite having the majority vote. Why was he disqualified? Both he and Shingen were kicked out after a dance-off which had escalated to a display of rather obscene dancing with their respective partners. Nobu is pissed that he’s lost his shot at the crown, but Shingen couldn’t care less. He leaves the school with several admirers dangling from his arms.
Mitsuhide was another shoo-in for the title of King, but as class president and part of the homecoming planning committee, he was ineligible. He, his MC, and Kenshin did a bang-up job prepping for the dance, though it did take a lot of convincing go get Kenshin (who was in charge of decorations) to narrow it down to a single theme. All of them are quite proud of how the dance turned out, but ended up leaving early after the dance-off fiasco. Mitsuhide and his MC to calm down Nobunaga, while Kenshin was invited out to join Shingen and his admirers.
The title of prom king ends up going to the school’s star athlete and resident babe, Yukimura. After the crowning ceremony, he nearly passes out when he realizes he’s expected to slow dance with the Homecoming queen in front of everyone. “I’m supposed to k-keep my hand on her w-waist?! For the whole song??” All the girls think it’s adorable how red-faced he is, but the boys give him shit for it the rest of the year.
Saizo only came to this thing because he couldn’t take the look of resigned acceptance on his MC’s face. He ends up asking her to the dance she was certain she wouldn’t be going to–much to her delight. He doesn’t really dance, though, and spends most of his time leaning against the wall by the snack table as he watches her dance with her friends. He decides time is up once a boy asks her for a dance. He claims he’s bored, brushing off the other guy, and escorts his MC to a restricted area of the school (most likely the roof) where they proceed to fool around as the party goes on.
Nobuyuki is quite similar, though he, for all intents and purposes, is the perfect gentleman escorting his MC to the party. They dance quite a bit, but he begins to get jealous the more time the pair of them spend time catching up with friends. She notices by the look in his eye that it’s about time to call it quits. They leave the school together while the night is still young, and take advantage of their remaining time by driving to Makeout Point™ in his car.
Masamune spends the evening glued to his MC’s side– he’s not one for crowds and loud places. They have a nice time dancing with each other until MC has to excuse herself to the restroom, leaving him alone. He waits patiently for her return, but when she arrives she finds him scowling, flustered, and confused by the gaggle of girls attempting to flirt with him. When he spots MC relief floods his face and he pushes his way through the other girls. She and Masa decide to call it a night after one last dance–they spend the rest of their date cuddling in the empty courtyard.
Shigezane is kicked out promptly after a failed attempt to spike the punch. He makes a last minute plea to Masamune as he’s being escorted from the building that he wasn’t actually going to do it, but Masa pretends not to hear him.
Hideyoshi gets away with it. It’s going to be fun to see where it leads.
Kojuro is the epitome of the perfect date. He’s right on time to pick his MC up, ready with a corsage and reservations to the best restaurant he could afford with his part-time wages. At the party they have lots of fun dancing and socializing with their friends. Whenever his date gets thirsty and Kojuro is right on it- bringing her a glass of punch whenever she desires. Unfortunately, it is only after MC passes out drooling on his shoulder during one of the slow dances that he realizes the punch has been spiked. He takes her home immediately trying to think of the best way to apologize to MC’s mom and explain the state of her daughter, praying she won’t label him a pervert and forbid her from seeing him again. Luckily for him, MC’s mom is super chill. She even jokes that MC would be very disappointed to wake up and realize that she slept through the chance for him to try anything.
Mitsunari spends the evening tailing and cockblocking Hideyoshi, until Hide manages to shake him off by sparking an intense debate between Mitsunari and a very unfortunate faculty member. Hideyoshi proceeds to flirt and dance with many a lady after this. Mitsunari argues with the Vice principal about the inefficiency of study hall during detention being a deterrent for delinquent behavior long after everyone else has gone home.
Toshiie and his MC go together as friends. He spends the evening sulking at the punch table as he’s forced to watch MC dance with boy after boy. Not realizing the punch has been spiked, he gets kicked out after trying to pick a fight with a boy he thought was getting a little too handsy (he wasn’t).
Ieyasu can’t believe he actually decided to appear at this circus act. He didn’t actually ask his MC to the dance, but he knew she was going to be there, so he justified his attendance by telling himself he just wanted to watch her make a fool of herself. However, all he’s ended up with was the sight of her happily, carelessly dancing with whatever louse-minded oaf that happened to ask. Disgusting. The whole cloying spectacle became too much to bear when one of his own friends (or the closest thing to a friend) offered MC his own hand. He knew he had to put an end to it immediately. He storms up to MC and yanks her away from poor Toramatsu and into his arms for the now- playing slow song. This is as far as he’s thought, however– when MC questions him as to what’s going on, he makes an excuse about trying to shake off some annoying girl that has been hassling him all night. But MC knows by the blush on his cheeks and she sullen glare she’s felt on her back all night that he’s lying.
Got7 | Mafia!au You Get Hurt And They Take Care Of You
got7 mafia au where you get hurt and they take care of you?
Mark: Mark was normally quiet, since the day he saved your life it wasn’t often that he would be a loud overly talkative person. Even since you started….well you kinda fell into dating the mafia hired assassin. His secret had been safe with you for over a year, but yet he couldn’t forget you and you him.
Seeing him became dangerous and him having to protect you became a common occurrence. Now, once again…as his girlfriend; you had to be saved. This time you had been hurt….
In all honesty he should have been right back out on the streets looking for the men who abducted you and tried to get information out of you. But he insisted on taking care of you himself.
“I can finish up,” you said quietly, setting your hand on his, “You should be out there like JB-”
“JB may be my boss, but that doesn’t matter right now,” he said softly, “But when I do see the men who kidnapped you….” *see gif*
Jaebum: At first the two of you didn’t get a long at all; the arranged marriage unavoidable and just there for business purposes. You thought all he was a void of feelings, brash, and small minded. And all he thought you were was a naive, childish, spoiled brat that had no idea what the real world was like.
You were both wrong about each other; Jaebum hid is feelings well to protect himself and prove himself a good leader, and you knew more about the mafia world than a lot of mafia daughters would.
This made you valuable not only to the people who wanted to take down your father’s mob, but JB’s as well…
You leaned against Jaebum as he cleaned your wounds, his mind obviously in other places while his hands worked on cleaning your wounds. “Jae…I can finish taking care of these, I know you have stuff to work on and I’ll be-”
“Don’t you dare…don’t you dare say you’ll be fine. You will not be fine until I am completely sure you are, and then after that…I will find the bastards that did this to you and make them pay and send a message to everyone out there that no one…and I mean no one puts their hands on the woman I love.”
Jackson: When you first met Jackson you would have never have imagined that he was in the mafia. In fact, you never did until the day outside the coffee shop that you worked at that he kept stopping by in was riddled with bullets.
That day changed your life; not because of the traumatic moment of seeing the bodies of customers and coworkers, but because Jackson had made the mistake of becoming attached to you and people could see that.
People would’ve called you a fool to know that that day when he asked you to trust him, you went with him and two years later you had always been protected by him.
But there was always the chance that something could and would happen…
“I should have gone with you,” he said, more to himself as he cleaned the cut on your cheek.
“You were busy…and you got me back after you found out I had gone missing,” you said trying to comfort him, “I’m home now…that’s what counts.”
“I promised to protect you, and you got kidnapped and hurt…I failed in that promise,” he said looking at the bruises on your wrists, “I can’t forgive myself for that.”
Jinyoung: Nothing was more important to Jinyoung than your safety; not money, not guns, not even the guys (sorry guys). The love of his life was the most important and precious thing to him. It had been like that from the very start of your relationship and nothing was going to change that.
So when you got hurt by some of the Got7 mafia enemies is was only natural that he was angry and not only them, but himself.
“Jinyoung…Jinyoung please say something to me,” you said as your boyfriend treated your wounds. Since he had managed to get you back he hadn’t said a word to you and it was beginning to worry you.
“I never meant for any of this to happen,” he said.
“Jinyoung, I know that it-”
“It is my fault and no one can deny that,” he said, “It’s just the world we live in…but please look closely.” He opened his hands and you looked down and you wondered what he was trying to show you. “When I find the men who did this to you, when I get a hold of them…these are the hands that are going to take them out….”
Youngjae: It’s not to say that Youngjae didn’t keep a close eye on you to begin with. Since the first day you two were thrown into each other’s lives he’s always made sure you were as protected as possible without making you feel like a caged animal.
But after getting kidnapped and injured take note that you wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
“I think that’s all the scrapes that I have,” you said, as Youngjae finished up the first aide. He had insisted that he be the one to patch you up instead of one of the mafia paid doc.
“You sure you don’t have anymore?” he questioned.
“I’m sure,” you said, going to get up only to get pulled back down, “Youngjae what are you doing?”
“You aren’t going anywhere…you are staying here and you are resting for however long it takes for you to heal.”
BamBam: Since the day you met him you always found it odd that BamBam was in the mafia. When he saved you from some thugs who were trying to hassle you late at night you had thought from his vibrant personality that he was just a good samaritan.
You were wrong…
But though he had the blood of many people on his hands, when you fell in love with him (and consequentially into his world), you became his most treasured possession. Which sadly put you in harm’s way…
You had seen way too much when BamBam had tried to get you back from the me who had kidnapped you. He knew that you were not only physically hurt, but in a lot of ways you would be emotionally and mentally scarred from what you had seen.
“I’m fine Bammie, really…” you said, as he rushed around fluffing pillows, checking your bandages, and making sure you had enough blankets.
“My princess has been through a lot and I will make sure she has everything she wants and needs,” he said, walking over with your favorite milkshake but taking a sip before handing it to you, “I might have to get me one of these.”
Yugyeom: He was the youngest of the group he always had a lot to prove. Even more so once he had met and fallen in love with you.
“I can only allow her to stay if you prove you can protect her…”
That was the only condition that Jaebum had given him once he found out that he was trying to carrying on a relationship with a civilian (not that you living a normal life lasted very long).
He had managed to protect you for over a year, but then he failed at the one thing he was supposed to do. “I failed you…”
“You didn’t fail anyone,” you said as he bandaged your wrists, “It was my fault, you told me that I shouldn’t go out at this point cause of the things that are happening and-”
“That doesn’t matter,” he said, “I failed you…I promised to protect you-”
“And you did, you got me back Geomie…”
“But what if I didn’t…”
“But you did…a few bumps and bruises will go away. I’m fine, I’m here.”
“I’ll make sure no one ever puts their hands on you again…”
• No one is interested in you so you never have any relationship drama
• No guys hassle you on a night out because all your friends are so much hotter
• You can be friends with boys without people saying you guys are together
Rucas “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
A/N: so IDK where this came from but I hope you like it! :)
Charlie Gardener’s obsession with her was getting out of control. Time and time again, she finds herself turning him down. She’s actually surprised at his relentless behavior and is getting very much tired of it. But of course, Riley being Riley, has a difficult time being too straight-forward with him when it comes to telling him to leave her alone.
Lucas being Lucas, as one of her greatest friends, has been trying to get her to leave it in his hands so he could deal with it for her. Though she appreciates how protective of her he is, she knows she can’t possibly let him do that.
The story of Lucas Friar and Riley Matthews dates back to middle school, ever since he moved from Texas to New York. The two were always seen together, acting as if they’ve been in a relationship for years (and the fools don’t even know it.) It was just a matter of time for them to come to terms with their feelings but considering it’s been so long already, the rest of their friends were sure they’d spend the rest of their lives tip-toeing around each other when it comes to anything more than their platonic feelings for each other.
Does Riley Matthews have a crush on Lucas Friar? Not that she’d ever ever ever admit it outloud, she most definitely did. But there was no way in hell, she’d ever tell him. He was just so out of her league & she was just lucky that he even continued staying friends with her even with all the girls that try to get his attention all the time.
Fanfiction: Affliction Story Summary: Temptation. Desire. Passion. I never knew how extreme these emotions could be. And I never knew how easy it was to just give in. That was, until I met the incarnation of said emotions. Characters: Link, Ghirahim Pairing: Ghirahim/Link Rating: M Warnings: Smut, inner conflict, kinda violence? Mentions of masturbation A/N: Sorry that it took so long…Ihonestlyhadthisdoneawhileago (I thought that I’d continue on going, and turns out I didn’t.) I had edited it a bit and I found that the story really worked well to end here. Next chapter will be much longer, as the scene I had planned for the ending of this chapter will be the start of the next (and final) chapter along with all the content I am planning for it.
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.xxx. = a change in scene.
Italic sentences are used as a flashback or a flashback as a dream. (Not really for this chapter however)
(Direct thoughts/denial are typically in parenthesis)
After he left I sat there and curled up on myself. I didn’t know what to think, what to feel, what to do. I was at a loss and I was so confused. There was a part of me that wanted – no… needed – him and I just didn’t understand why. Why I needed this. The other part of me hated him even more so than I already hated him. Slowly, but surely, he was corrupting me, corroding what sanity and purity I had left in me.
*it hadn’t even been a week since he was turned. all he remembers of the event was being near death and someone forcing liquid down his throat, a sharp pain, and then waking up in a wooden box in an alley. the next couple of nights were a blur, trying to keep the hunger in check with stray animals and avoiding both the sun and people. he was unable to go back to his family, he knew that. if seeing a hobo walk by his alley caused his hunger to grow to be almost uncontrollable, how could he ever see his brother and sister again? seeing a homeless man come down his alley however, was too much for him. he stalked the man, eyes misty as he did so. he didn’t want to do this, but he couldn’t control himself. he watched as the man curled up on top of some boxes and waited for him to fall asleep so he could feed without a hassle*
Marco heaved a sigh, moving furniture was a hassle and last night he'd managed to fall of the couch and shove it in front of the door. "How in the heck did I manage this?" he wondered heaving the thing to the side.
“MARCO!!! I’M HOME!” Jeanee called through the little apartment as she came in from working the night patrol at HQ. “Marco?” she asked walking to the living room and trying to open the door, but it was blocked. “Hey are you in there? you ok?”
34 minutes you would like to spent with pack of smokes (x) the kills superstition // goldfrapp slippage// fka twigs papi pacify // nine inch nails while i’m still here// qotsa skin on skin// the dead weather no hassle night // gang of four obey the ghost// qotsa i appear missing
I like going to Isaiah’s place, it’s very open. When you first walk in there’s a large continual space displaying his living and dining room. Since he’s on the 13th floor he doesn’t have blinds covering his big glass wall separating the living room from the balcony displaying a beautiful view of Silver Hills downtown skylights.
There are iron steps that lead up to the bed room which is up in a little loft of it’s own. Where I needed to be was the kitchen. You can almost float there on the savory aromas. The kitchen was separated from the dining and living room It was filled with red wood finishing and stainless steel fixtures. You would of bet your life savings he got this apartment for me. Everything about it filled my undergraduate dreams. It reminded me of Nina Moseley’s apartment in Love Jones.
Our relationship rolls have been pretty clear from the beginning he handled money and maintenance I provided cooked food and pussy. Once in a while he would cook for me and when that happened I would sit back and enjoy the luxury. Tonight he decided to make grilled salmon, baked potatoes and mixed vegetables. I popped open my beer and sat at the aisle bar watching him maneuver through the kitchen.
“Wipe that goofy smile off your face.”
'Shut up it’s not goofy'
"Trust me it’s goofy.“
'I’m just not used to you cooking…it’s been awhile’
"Well you’ve been applying your attention to all your other men, you forgot about me.”
‘Oh hush..you act like you haven’t been out of town these past couple of weeks. Anyways how was San Diego?’
“ It was nice. You would of liked being there. Actually I’ll be going out that way for work, and then I’m off for a couple of days afterward, would you like to come with me?"
'Yes!’ I almost felt out my chair bopping with excitement
He chuckled and placed my plate in front of me.
'When do you have to go out there!?’ i inquired.
"In a couple of weeks. I’ll be up there at the end of May into the first week of June. I’ll just be working for three days then I’m off four"
‘Well now that I finished finals I have nothing better to do!"
We moved to the living room and I pulled up Netflix for dinner entertainment.
I find myself in the organized crime section and think of a fun game for us to play.
’ So about that bottle in your freezer..’
'Lets pick a word and whenever it’s said you have to take a shot. My word will be 'fuck'
"I’m with it. I’ll pick 'Jesus’, I feel like they would say it a lot in one of these movies"
We put on American Hustle and not even a hour into the movie I’m several shots in.
'Nooooo I’m very drunk!’
"I can tell. My word has hardly come up”
'Yeah you’ve taken like what 4 shots? I’m done, if I drink anymore I will be dead for the night’
Those were the last words I remembered saying. The next morning I woke up with a feeling of great relief. I had this really vivid image of me screaming in ecstasy pulling Ike deeper into me on top of the washing machine.
I woke up on the couch, I guess taking me upstairs to the loft area was to much of a hassle in last nights drunken stagger. I tiptoed upstairs and saw that Isaiah was still knocked out. I snuck back down stairs to clean myself up and start on breakfast.
As I was flipping the last slice of French toast I felt Isaiah walk up behind me reaching for a piece of bacon de-greasing in a paper towel on the stove top his morning wood firmly grazing my ass.
“Well Good morning”
He slaps my ass then walks over to the fridge to get out the creamer for the coffee I’ve already started.
'Hey did we fuck on the washing machine.?'
“No.” Isaiah said as he finished his coffee preparation and began rolling the morning blunt.
'Oh’ I looked down slightly disappointed, it was only a dream.
"We fucked on the dryer"
I looked up and his eyes were already locked on me gazing intensely
"Advert your eyes" he said
'I look at what I please’ I taunted
“Don’t get dealt with”
"The only reason I’m not touching on that right now is because I made breakfast and we will eat this one before it gets cold"
His hand has intertwined in my hair gaining my full attention, he leans in towards me our lips brushing against each other
"Whatever you say"
I want to pull away but I’m paralyzed
He releases me in my paralytic form and carries on as if nothing happened “Make my plate woman”
My legs move like a baby deer trying to pursue it’s first steps.
I prepare our plates of French toast,grits, eggs,and bacon on to a plate and and place it on the table.
Before I take my seat I graze my hand on his crotch and trace his ear with my tongue before nibbling the lobe. I take my seat next to him and begin on my plate, smirking through my bites. Breakfast was silent and filled with sexual tension. Every time we passed the blunt to one another one of us would brush the others hand surging electrical passion through our loins. I go into the kitchen and place our plates in the sink. Isaiah must of been right on my heels,I barely had room to turn around he was already pressed against me.
His hand re-tangles in my hair bringing us back to where we were a brief moment before. My eyes back and my teeth grip my bottom lip, letting out a a deep breath enjoying his intense embrace.
Isaiah jerks my head back exposing my neck before he takes a bite, I let out a Moan.
“Sssh, don’t make any noise” Isaiah pulls down the straps of my cami kissing each shoulder before exposing my erect nipples. In each hand he caressed a breast, getting a mouthful of each. I wanted to let out a whimper but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I arch forward pushing my nipples into his mouth. He grabbed my hips and lifted me onto the counter. It’s not even 12 and he’s already having his second meal of the day. Licking long slow stokes acquiring a good taste of my pussy. I began to purr with pleasure.With each stroke he would flick my clit making me cringe. He suckled my clit, placing two fingers into my pussy doing a come here motion on my gspot. I cum all down his face. Before his face can even stop glistening from my juices he whisk me into the living room leaning me over the arm of the couch so my hips are elevated he slides into me falling balls deep into my pussy. I shift my body down pulling my legs up so my ankles are over my head. He’s fucking me deep, I want to cry from how amazing it feels. He’s reaching parts of my pussy that’s never been explored. I let out a loud moan.
'Mhmmm’ he’s started circling my clit with his thumb
I kept trying to scream out his name but my orgasm stifled my speech
'Cum with me’
He groaned into my ear sounding like a lion dominating his prey
I wrap my legs around his waist biting into his shoulder and we simultaneously released.
He spewed his kids all over my stomach, I found myself playing with them, I haven’t tasted him in a while so I licked my fingers and started to giggle
“What” he said coming back from the bathroom with a towel
“You taste better”
"I’ve changed my out of town diet"
He plops next to me on the couch after cleaning us of.
I lick my lips
He grabs my face and pulls it up towards his planting a hard kiss
"You’re nasty, you know that?“
“Yeah,and you love it"
Ten minutes later we were fast asleep