#“oh we'll do that in a bit” “ms a. you said” “i know what i said 😤”

[ko-neko-san]

OH MY GOD okay so I've bitched before abt using star wars expletives irl right? It's gotten to the point that if I'm doing some shit at work I default to -specifically- kriff and kark bc fuck me ig idk, BUT TODAY one of my kids asked why I don't use the rocking chair the other teacher uses and I said I don't like sitting in it bc I sit on the edge of it and rocking chairs aren't conducive to that, and she goes "well why do you sit on the edge" and I went, OUT LOUD, TO A 5 YEAR OLD "oh its bc when I sit on rocking chairs I usually sit like a schutta and while it is comfortable that's not cool at school" and I didn't even notice until AFTER I said it 😭 I'm so glad she didn't ask for clarification bc I have no idea how to explain that in the space opera I love that means something close to wh*re and what's that? Oh you'll havta google that one later bestie whoops I think I hear my mom calling me byeee

I need yall to know this fuckin image is the BIGGEST reason I think abt sitting like a schutta EVER

[anonymousicecream]

Toilet? Really? (Joy x M Reader)

Day 5: Public Sex in Toilet + Cheating

Being the secret boyfriend of a famous girlgroup member is hard, VERY HARD, especially since she still has a boyfriend who, like the public, doesn't know about my relationship with hers. You're currently at one of her shoots with Diesel, as a 'photograph assistant' while you're actually just standing there, doing nothing besides imagining the dirty things you'll do to her IN THAT outfit.

"Alright, good job Ms Sooyoung, we'll take a 40 minute break everyone!" The shooting director announced. You breathe in relief, knowing that you don't know what might happen to you if you continue to see her in that outfit. Your daydream was then interrupted again by Sooyoung, who bumped onto you, walking past you before she looked back at you, smirking seductively before mouthing 'toilet' to you. You waited for a few minutes, while making sure you have a condom in your pockets, before you walked to the toilet. Since it's a singular toilet with only one stall, you immediately went into the ladies' bathroom. Once in there, you were greeted by Sooyoung, leaning against the sink, legs wide open, exposing her red cherry panties.

"I know how you've been looking at me." Sooyoung said lustfully as you start walking slowly towards her, unbuttoning your dress shirt, exposing your toned abs to her, as well as the cold air in the bathroom. "Oh I know, and I also know, how you've been teasing me all day long." You said, before you leaned in, just missing her lips, making sure she doesn't kiss you, while your hands move down onto her thighs, caressing them softly as you felt her breathes getting heavier.

Your hands, after several actions on her thighs, managed to reach her panties, where you caressed her pussy through her panties. You set her panties aside before inserting a finger into her, making her gasp. You used your other hand to guide it up from her hips onto her lips, parting them slightly, producing a moan from her. "I know you've been holding them back baby, moan louder for me, I lock the door so this whole area's off charts, only I can hear your moans baby." You whispered to her ears, while also adding another finger into her pussy and increasing your pace by a bit, making her whimper.

"P-Please, fuck me, please." Sooyoung moaned into your ears. "Not yet." You said, before kneeling down, getting your face in front of her pussy. You removed your fingers and replaced it with your tongue, leaning in to lick her pussy up and down. "Ahhhh Fuckk" Sooyoung moaned, her moans getting louder after each time you lick her pussy. When she got wet enough, you waste no time to dive deeper, pulling her hips against your face, allowing you to get deeper into her pussy, exchanging between licking and sucking her pussy, making her produce more juices. "H-How the fuck are you this good? FUCK!" Sooyoung asked. "Lots of practice on your pussy." You replied, before continuing to feast on her pussy.

"I'm close." Sooyoung said. "Just cum whenever you want." You then add a finger into her pussy, making you finger her while you also eat her out. Not only that, you used your other hand to reach over to her ass, rubbing her asshole from the outside. This, combined with the fact that you have been stimulating her for the past 5 minutes, brought her the long awaited orgasm.

"FUCK!!!" She moans loudly, followed by even louder ones after each squirt of her juices went out, squirting onto your face. Your fingers continued moving on her asshole and in her pussy while you just stay there, enjoying as each squirt came out. "When was the last time you had an orgasm?" You asked her, before she replied immediately. "Three weeks ago." "Ah, that's why." You then sucked her pussy again for a few seconds, before standing up and reaching into your pocket, grabbing a pack of condom.

Seeing this, Sooyoung unbuttoned and lowered your jeans aggressively, before grabbing the condom, tearing the pack open and then rolling it on your dick. You then lift her up a bit, aligning your cock with her pussy, before lowering her onto your cock. "Fuck you're big." "I know." You said, making her roll her eyes. "You can move now." You start thrusting in and out of her slowly, allowing you to get deeper into her after each thrust. Once you manage to open her inside, you started increasing your pace, thrusting into her faster and faster before you eventually bottomed out inside her. Your thrusts continued, which was accompanied by the moans she gave as well as the scratches on your neck.

"Faster!" Sooyoung moaned, and you obliged, fucking her even faster and deeper. You also used your hand to play with her tits and pussy, rubbing them, matching your thrusts. You didn't forget to lower her dress straps, allowing you to occasionally lean in to suck on her tits.

Unexpectedly to her, you pulled out of her and set her down, before you turned her around, pushing her upper body against the mirror, before you spank her ass repeatedly. You then enter her again, thrusting in and out of her hard and fast, trying to give her the long awaited orgasm. "I know you're close, just cum whenever you want." You said into her ears, and this was enough to trigger her orgasm as she came, squirting her juices onto your cock. You continued fucking her through her orgasm, helping her intensify and prolong it, before she eventually stopped cumming. You thrusted a few more times before resting deep inside her.

"Did you finish?" She asked, to which you shake your head. "Alright." Sooyoung said, pushing you away from her. She then recomposed herself and turned her around, before kneeling in front of you. "Your cum's going inside me one way or another." She then removed your condom and threw it away before she insert your cock into her mouth, licking the tip repeatedly, before she starts going deeper. The effort she put in, as well as her tongue movements colliding with your cock, as well as her mouth's warmth, helped you closer to your orgasm.

"Let me try something before you cum." She said, before sucking your cock again, this time hollowing her mouth even more, making it tighter. However, what surprised you most was when she bottomed your cock out, letting your tip hit her throat. She repeated this again before she went as deep as possible, holding your cock steady in her throat before she gagged. "Just fill my mouth." You then grabbed her head and held her steady, before you start mouthfucking her. She managed to keep her mouth tight, allowing you to carve her mouth while also reaching her throat repeatedly. It took a few more thrusts before you came.

"MMMMHHHHH MMMMHHHHH" Sooyoung's moans got muffled by your cock as you spurt your load into her throat. After you finished cumming, Sooyoung pushed your cock out of her throat and opened her mouth wide, showing you your load, before she swallowed it all. She didn't forget to lick your excess cum on your cock, which made you cum again, this time on her face and cleavage.

[iridescentflamingo]

Silly stupid idea

You've known the turtles for less than a year and they told you that there's a few weeks in spring they have intense training and cannot have guests. You accept this and ask no questions about it. You're hanging out, playing cards after dinner and chilling. The few weeks are coming soon and you're trying to get more hang time with them.

Splinter enters the kitchen. He watches the five of you play for a bit before getting something out of the cupboards and glancing at the calendar. "Ah, is it already March? Have you boys warned Y/N about those upcoming weeks?"

Leonardo looks up and over to his father, "Yes, we told her about the intense spring training we'll be doing. She knows we'll call her when we're finished."

You glance up and see the brothers exchange looks that are subtle, but you've been getting better at picking up their body language.

Splinter makes a huff in his throat. "Ah, spring training, yes." He comes closer to the table, eyeing Leo's cards. "Training your wrists and testing my patience."

Michelangelo spits soda out of his nose and Donatello chokes on the snacks he was eating. You look around confused. Leo scrambles and quickly adds, "Yeah, Sensei, the weapons training can get pretty serious." He stares his father down, his face trying to remain neutral, but you can see his eyes twitch just slightly.

Splinter makes that huff noise again. It almost sounds like a scoff. "Weapons training, yes." He reaches across the table for a handful of pretzels as Mikey wipes the soda off his cards and Raph pats Donnie's chest.

Splinter munches one as the table gets uncomfortably quiet. He looks over to you. "You know, Raphael and Leonardo almost killed each other one year. I will never forget. It was the beginning of the season and we had just watched a movie. What was it? It had that one actress in it."

Mikey, not thinking, answers, "The Terminator."

"Yes, The Terminator. The action movie about robots with that muscle hero man from Europe. I thought it would be safe, you know, but Leonardo and Raphael got into this huge argument about the actress. Oh, her name was Hampton, something Hampton."

"Linda Hamilton." Mikey corrects. Raph reaches over and socks him in the arm. "Hey!"

"Yes! Linda Hamilton. They got in this huge fight about her and they started to yell and then it turned into a wrestling match and then they started to bellow at each other. Do you remember that, boys?" Splinter chuckled.

Leo and Raph looked mortified, but Mikey was laughing. "Yeah, Don and I had to pry them apart, there was blood everywhere."

"We were fifteen," Leo said through practically gritted teeth, "That was a long time ago, Sensei. We don't do that anymore. Spring training is a lot easier now. We don't get as competitive."

Splinter chuckled again. "Those first seasons were so rough. You boys were all over the place, so angry, so intense, and the smell. Ugh. I am so glad that you are more controlled these days."

"We're not teens anymore, Dad. We know how t' train without fighting about it." Raphael said, adding emphasis on the word train.

Splinter nodded his head, biting into another pretzel, a pensive look on his face. "This is true. You are all grown now, and I only grow older." He patted you on the shoulder as he made his move to depart. "Maybe next year one of you will invite Ms. Y/N to your spring training so that I will enjoy some grand-kids before I die, hmmm?"

As he made his way from the table, you turned and blinked, utterly confused and seeing mortified faces on all four turtles.

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[beatrixst0nehill]

"This your handywork?" Carla asked her student, Amber.

"What? I don't know what you mean...." the thin, timid girl said, looking away.

"Oh, is that right? I asked my male students and none of them had any clue. I'm not mad, Amber, I'd just like a bit of transparency, is all."

Amber got nervous. "No, it's like I said, p-probably one of the frat guys you're tutoring. Why would it be me?"

"I'm not dumb, Amber. They stare at my boobs, sure, but you get so nervous, rubbing your legs together. You sweat when I walk in the room. The guys I teach just get horny and ask if my bf or husband or whatever is making me grow out my breasts. But look at you? You're shaking, why, you look ready to rub your pussy any second."

"Ms. Thompson!"

"Just call me Carla, you sweet, horny little brat. Do you like looking at these huge breasts you're making me grow? Hm? Do they make your mouth water?"

"I swear, it's not me! I...."

Carla lifted one of Amber's hands and placed it on her breast, making her squeeze it. "You what?"

Amber was totally flush, biting her lip, softly squeezing and releasing over and over. "They're...... so soft......"

"Mmmmm, aren't they? I got to thinking, how are these boys putting breast growth drugs in my drink or whatever, then it dawned on me: they never make me anything. They offer water or a diet soda in a can but you, my dear, always offer to make us tea when I come by to tutor you. And I might have sneaked into your room last time when I said I was using the bathroom. You don't even hide it. There's a hentai background on your computer, and the first folder I clicked was soooo many images and videos of girls with huge breasts, smothering other girls, making them drink their milk as they rub the poor girl's pussy......"

"Ms. Thompson...... OK. Sorry! I did it. I really, really wanted to see you grow a huge pair of breasts. I pleasure myself every night thinking about it! I feel so bad! Please don't drop me as a student, I swear I'll stop! I--"

Carla shushed Amber, going in for a short kiss, saliva connecting their mouths as Carla ended the kiss to say, "Why would I drop you? After all the trouble you've gone through to inflate my breasts to such a ridiculous size. You better at least enjoy them." She removed her top all the way and undid her bra.

Amber watched, salivating as Carla's breasts softly bounced after she removed her bra, settling into place. "I..... want you so bad....."

Cala smiled, lifting her breasts. "Drink up all you want, they're very engorged from the drugs you give me. I can hardly stop them from lactating half the time....."

Amber placed her hands over Cala's, pushing her breasts together as she almost went in to suck them, before Carla stopped her.

"Now what are you doing?"

"Huh?"

"Strip, my little pet. Everything."

Amber blushed again, slowly taking off her clothes as she explained, "Um..... I still need you to tutor me though..... I'm kinda struggling this semester and....."

"You want me to tutor you and feed you? Bratty AND bossy. Just my type. Here's what we'll do. I'll fondle that pretty pussy of yours, as you drink from my tits. You'll get tutored if you earn it, by drinking enough milk that my breasts stop leaking on their own. So you'll have to drink liters of my milk every time we get together now, or maybe I'll swing by when they start leaking during the day, call you up and breastfeed you in public. Naked of course, rubbing your sex in front of any people passing by as you drink up as much milk as your belly can hold."

"Oh my god...... please..... I can't wait! I don't care how embarrassing it is! I'll do it!"

"Good girl. A few rules, since you started this, my little pet...... First off, if you need to piss while drinking my milk, just go. Even if we're in a crowded public place, if you're drinking from my breasts, I expect you to piss while I'm fondling your sex. Second, you only stop when I tell you, not a second before, no matter how much milk you drink. Third, if you start to fatten up from how much I breastfeed you, no dieting or exercise. I want you to know every time you look at all the added fat on your body that it's my milk making you so big. And last but not least, you will keep making me tea and drug me, so my breasts keep growing, and I produce more milk. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, Ms. Thompson! I promise to get fat on your milk and drink as much as I can!"

"Wonderful!" She pulled Amber against her breast, practically smothering her, holding her head, pushing her into her breast as far as it'll go, listening with delight as Amber suckled and gulped down her milk. "That's a good girl, drink up for your new owner, my little pet."

[jevilowo]

Not sure if ive already done this. But.

Predictions for COMIC 7

CHARLES DARLING WILL BE THE FINAL ENEMY besides Helen. Trust me on this one I swear they wouldn't have brought him in if they didn't have plans. ALSO the mother of the Mann triplets (Bette Mann neé Darling) was RELATED TO HIM HE'S RELEVANT. I'm so convinced he's the one Helen made a deal with and he's going to make a grab for Mann Co.

We'll get to see Bilious Hale in a flashback and find out what happened to him. Bilious Hale, oh guy who punched coal out of mines and sat on John Wilkes Booth while other people shot at him, my beloved. I hope they don't reveal he was a bad father or anything.

A woman is nice to Ms Pauling for once and she gets a smooch. She deserves it. Hopefully it won't be a smooch from Helen (DAMN YOU 4CHAN LEAKS), the old lady's had her hired since Pauling was in her mid teens.

WE GET HORSEMANN LORE! this is just wishful thinking on my part the Horsemann makes me insane. Shout out to Silas Mann fr. If he doesn't show up, I hope they at least acknowledge or reference him. I swear they had plans for him back in 2010. Which they then immediately abandoned in favour of developing Mann vs Machine.

Spydad reveal. Pretty much a given. No need to elaborate. I hope Scout’s mother shows up I love her.

Demo gets something important to do! He's only been there for comedic bits so far really, so I think he deserves some Serious Plot Stuff.

Build up to and cop out on Pyro face reveal. The whole thing of Pyro's character is the mystery, so I think the funniest way to go about a face reveal would be for us to only see the team's reactions and have them all react very differently e.g. Scout vomits, Demo gives them the thumbs up, Spy starts taking horrified notes, Engie looks vaguely lovestruck, Saxton Hale expresses annoyance that they aren't actually *insert obsucure species of something here* like he thought.

CONAGHER LORE!! By which I mean Engie shows up and has a chat with Fred about Radigan and immortality and whatnot. Fred has to have been spared from the bloodshed for a reason, right?

Classic Medic shows up! Or they confirm he is dead. Or they confirm he is Pyro which is a funny theory I read once but sincerely doubt. Maybe they'll pull a Bea and have him have been a girl the whole time.

I have a crackpot theory that Helen/Elizabeth is actually Bette Mann (again, mother of the Mann triplets), and while it's unlikely to be true, it would genuinely be so funny if I'm right so WATCH THIS SPACE. My main reasoning is Helen started her Australium search the year the triplets were born, aka the year Bette DIED, and also Bette is a nickname for Elizabeth. Also also it adds to my theory that she will team up with Charles Darling, who is, as I've already said, related to Bette.

Olivia gets to do something important also. Saying this bc she's mostly been a prop so far. I'm manifesting a sideplot where she summons the Horsemann to beat up Charles Darling for her.

Merasmus returns! Last we saw he was arrested, but Jay Pinkerton really likes his Soldier/Merasmus interactions so chances of him coming back are high.

There will be a joke like "geez it feels like it's been seven years since we beat grey mann" and a panel where everyone just lets that process before going back to plot stuff

Chances are, a new comic after so many years means there will be new writers, and the fandom has changed quite a bit since the last one. There will be SUBLIMINAL SPEEDING BULLET SHIPPING. There will be MORE FOCUS THAN IS REALLY NECESSARY on Scout. SOMEONE WILL THEY/THEM PYRO which sounds great actually you know what I forgot where I was going with this godspeed.

ZHANNASOLDIER WEDDING FINALE!!!

[infoglitch]

Bliss.

Bleiss found herself roaming the halls of beacon as she was trying to think of how to approach her sister without conflict but everything she thought of didn't work.

Weiss was just so fuckin stuck up that's why she cant stand her, she's too fuckin prissy

The thought ran through Bellameres head before shoving it away. She was nearly as grown adult and as much as she loved being right her sister was more important than her ego.

But oum damn it all why the fuck couldn't Weiss just relax around her and not foam at the mouth at everything Bleiss said!

Unbeknownst to Bleiss her feat brought her to a single dorm. Team JNPR's dorm... This was that arc boys team dorm, knowing how he acts it was probably full of losers. Bleiss knocked on the door and soon it opened to reveal the one and only invincible champion, Pyrrha Nikos.

Pyrrha: oh hello Weiss.. what's with the new look?

Bleiss just looked her up and down before trying to speak "calmly" and "dignified" considering this was that overconfident bratty bitch Weiss just LOVED to speak of.

Bleiss: Ms. Nikos apologies for the intrusion-

Pyrrha: I told you already Weiss call me Pyrrha

Bleiss looked at her somewhat annoyed.

Bleiss: apologies Pyrrha but you have me confused for my sister. I am Bellamere Givrése. Weiss' twin.

Pyrrha took a moment before snapping her fingers.

Pyrrha: oh yeah your her "evil twin". I guess on the surface the title is apt.. regardless what do you need Bleiss?

Bleiss: I'm here for Jaune Arc, Ms. ni-

Pyrrha: Pyrrha. I have a name, I'm a person just like you, not some deity.

Bleiss was a bit taken aback, she figured Pyrrha was some snotty stuck bimbo that was used for a one time sponsorship with some weird cereal... That she may have begrudgingly liked.

Bleiss: Pyrrha... So may I please talk with Mr. Arc.

Pyrrha: sure thing.

Pyrrha would lean back and shout into the dorm.

Pyrrha: jaune! You got a visitor. Its weiss' "evil twin".

Jaune: wait what?

Jaune popped his head out from the door frame as he held a box of cereal that Bleiss recognized instantly.

Bleiss: are you... Are you eating pumpkin Pete's?

Jaune: yeah... Any problem with that?

Bleiss: yes. It's the fact no one told me you had some pour me a bowl aswell.

Jaune was a bit surprised but nodded and soon both sat at a table with Bleiss scarfing down her bowl as jaune looked at her in awe.

Jaune: you alright? You act like you haven't in cereal in years

Bleiss stopped and swallowed what was left in her mouth.

Bleiss: right on the money knight, Vacoue ain't got a lot of food, hence the constant delivery of food.. plus the peice of shit who helped my mother conceive me never allowed us to eat "filth's food" .. winter did manage to sneak a few in for all four of us before she got all stick-up-her-ass.

Jaune: that... That surprisingly is sad

Bleiss: yeah.. but ah fuck that boohoo shit and fuck the old bag. He's a daft cunt and a sqwimp.

Jaune: I can agree to that.

Jaune brought up a fist right beside her as Bleiss fist bumped him. Meanwhile Ren Pyrrha and Nora watched in the background.

Pyrrha: I don't get how she's an Evil twin. Most evil thing to her is her language.

Nora: I like her, she seems fun

Ren: I have a bad feeling about her... Something is off with her disposition.. like she's hiding something.

Pyrrha: well if anything happens we'll be prepared... She better stop sizing jaune up though.

Fin

[cohenhyy]

Adopting Whore Woman : ̗̀➛ H. Rindou

summary: That night the whole life of y/n became miserable his client Kyoko offered to become the nanny of his daughter but when she arrived at the club she saw Rindou Haitani the handsome and rude jellyfish who shamelessly kissed her in front of many people.

CONTENT WARNING: noncon, possessiveness, humiliation, object penetration, cursing, mention of blood, crimes, death, mention of illegal gambling, virginity loss, cheating, explicit sexual content, detailed smut, traumatic events, fully angst, threesome (?), dark themes. This is a warning for each chapter of this story. MINOR DNI

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Chapter 1

6 AM IN THE MORNING When y/n woke up, she immediately took a bath and got ready for breakfast with Rindou. When she finished cooking, she was going to serve Rindou. She looked at Rindou's face, and she also said that I was willing to do whatever Rindou wanted. Rindou is handsome, even though I want to study criminology. They say that when the police catch you when you prostitute, they will arrest you.

"Good morning, baby." He smiles. "Morning," I asked. "Baby, I want to fuck you right now." She was a little bit shocked. "Yuck, you'll fuck me right now; your breath even stinks. Rinse first, take a bath, eat, and join me in enrolling in school." He rolled his eyes. "Okay." He kissed me on the lips. "Yuck, bad breath." He slapped my ass. "I fuck you before you go to school." When Rindou finished taking a bath and we were eating breakfast, there was a knock on the door when he opened it. I was choked on when I was eating because I saw the man with pink hair wearing only boxer shorts and, at the same time, said that. "Oh, Rindou, who's that girl in my penthouse?" "Ah, is she my girlfriend? You know how good she is at sucking my cock."

Sanzu Smirks "Hey, Ms., can you also play with my dick?" he asked me. "No," I said. "Why not? You live in my penthouse, so get what I said, so play my dick right now." Rindou suddenly punched him. "Find someone to suck on your cock, not my girlfriend! Stupid bastard!" He pushed him away from me. "Okay." At the same time, he winked and whispered... "Not now, but I'm sure you'll be happier, and I'll look for you," I asked him. "Are you have big dick, Mr?" He rolled his eyes, and then he walked out. "Sorry, baby," Rindou said. "No, it's okay. Are you done?" "Yeah, I'm done, so is it okay? At least one round before we go to school." I nod. "Just one round; ah, I don't want to be taxed for going to a new school." He nodded. "Yeah, baby, promise." Rindou just ripped off her pants and, at the same time, inserted one fingers into hole, making her moan a bit. While Rindou was fingering her, she was teasing and playing with Y/N's boobs.

"Ahh.. Rin~ A-ah, O-ouch. Rin, your dick is so big." He smirked. "Baby, can you suck my dick?" I nodded. Rindou sat on the sofa, and at the same time, Y/N leaned in front of Rin's cock. While Y/n was sucking Rindou's cock, he touched Y/n's hair. Did he tie his hair? "You're really good, baby; that's what I want to know; it's like I'm in heaven." As time went on, he accelerated the fucking in Y/n's mouth, and that's why Y/n burst into tears and felt nauseous because Rin's cock was big and wouldn't fit in his mouth. "Rin, I can't your dick while crying. "You can do that; I'm going to ejaculate, then let's go," he said. "I'm cumming." When he told me that, he stared at me and swallowed his semen; it almost spread on his face with the amount of it. Y/N just licked it.

"There is more on my cock; can you clean it with your tongue?" I feel annoyed. "Yeah. No problem." I got dressed, and Rindou got dressed too, after we left Sanzu's penthouse. While Y/n was sitting in Rindou's Lamborghini car, Rindou said something very important to Y/n. "Y/n," he said. "Yes, why?" I replied to him. "When we're at school, you can't approach me, and of course we'll bully you with the Bonten Gang." "But why? I'm your girlfriend!" I shout to him. "Huh? You're not my girlfriend. I'm sorry, I was drunk last night, so it's just an accident." "But you buy me in a bar, and you ask me... If you need money, just ask me... I am adopting you on one condition... What ever I want." "What? Are you a prostitute woman? What the f*ck, you are a dirty woman." He laughed. "Fuck you, Rindou." He laughed again. "Baby, I was joking. Why so fucking serious? "He kissed me on the lips while he drove a Lamborghini. When Rindou and I were at the school that I was going to attend, there were three men who approached me. They were also obviously rich; the other one was just a little emo and had a tattoo on his neck. One has white eyes, and he also has a scar on his head, but he is very handsome. The other has long hair, and his hair is also white undercut. The side of his hair has a tattoo like the tattoo on Rindou's Adam's apple. "Who is she, Rin?" a little Emo asked. "Ah, she is my girlfriend, y/n." when someone is talking again. "I love your boobs. Can I suck it?" He laughed so hard. I slapped him because he was really annoying. "Pervert!!" He laughed. "You who is the most pervert? He is," Rindou shouted. "Oi Kokonoi, stop it. Please shut up your big mouth." I laughed. "So, the most pervert is Haitani Rindou, right?" There are three of them, and he's laughing so hard. "I like you, huh?" Kakucho said. "I don't like your bald hair!" I said. "Come on, Y/N," he said. "Hmm.. Sure." When we were about to enter the school, Rindou left me alone, and I was surprised because someone pushed me, and they were shouting because there were four handsome people who said that the four rich and smart people were already there. Not only that, they were even more upset when the one with pink hair came, approached me, and suddenly said that. "Are you okay, Ms.?" I pushed him away from me. "A---, I'm okay."

When I entered the classroom, I was shocked that those five were my classmates, which was embarrassing because, first of all, Sanzu knew that my boyfriend was Rindou and that Rindou was having sex with me from morning until night. I will do it. "Okay. Introduce yourself, Ms." I nod. "Hi! I am Y/n L/n 21 years old, half Japanese and half Filipino. I was born in the Philippines, but I understand the Japanese language. I hope I can be close to you. "Okay, you may now sit with Mr. Haruchiyo." I was shocked. "Sir, are you kidding me?" My sensei shouts to me, and he's so mad. "You, sitting with Mr. Haruchiyo, understand!!" I nod. "Yeah, sir." When I was sitting next to Sanzu, he didn't pay attention to me at the same time. Who would pay attention to a prostitute like me at night? Maybe all of a sudden he talks to me. "Hi.. (he whispered) whore woman." I'm ashamed of what he said, but I'll accept because that's my job at night. "Hello, pinkie hair." He laughed, and he talked to me again. "Can I touch your pussy? I mean your leg?" And of course I didn't agree and just ignored him. While our professor was teaching, I was surprised when he touched my leg. "Hey, what are you doing, pervert?" I whisper. "What I'm doing? I touch your legs; its smoothie, hehe." I ignore him again. As time went on, his hand moved towards my pants, and he suddenly twisted his finger and, at the same time, twisted it around my pussycat. I was moaning with pleasure, but I had to look innocent so that Rindou wouldn't notice what Sanzu was doing to me. "Ahh.. Ughhh it's so good... S-stop h-haru-c-chi-yooo!!! "Everyone was surprised when I shouted because I was wet because of what Sanzu did to me, and Sanzu spoke because our professor asked us why I shouted. "I caught his napkin because I was the most stuffed with his bag, and I teased him with the napkin he brought, professor," he said. "Okay." My professor nods. Rindou looked at me badly and listened. Again, I was surprised when Sanzu wiped my wet pussycat. "Sorry, Y/N, open your legs first, and I'll wipe it too wet." He laughed and whispered. "I love you; go later to my penthouse room; Rindou won't be here later." I nod. "What do you want? I'm going to the bar tonight because of my job as a prostitute." He smiles. "Oh, really okay, I bought you tonight."

chapter 2

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[ask-jamtheimp]

Day 10 of Regressuary

Theme: Accident

Charachters: Jam and @theogclownboy Toby

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Summary: Jam has an overnight accident and Toby tries to introduce him to the concept of using diapers to help him.

Authors Note: Of course this is NOT SEXUAL IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM AND SHOULD NOT BE SEXUALIZED. IF YOU THINK DIAPERS ARE INHERENTLY SEXUAL PLEASE GET OFF MY BLOG!!! Anyways this fic brings me a lot of comfort writing it as a regressor who eventually wants to be padded for comfort. Please be sure to like and reblog my content so it can reach farther and so more people can see it please!

Oh no.

Jam quickly got up from his crib, still trying to not make any noise to wake Toby up as he looked down only to see his soiled sheets and pj shorts. He could already feel the tears start to build up in his eyes and his face grow hot from frustration and embarrassment. Not again! He was supposed to be a big boy! Not a baby who still wets the bed! He needed to find a way to hide this before-

Toby flicked on the light rubbing his eyes. "Pup? You up already? It's pretty early right now. Are you okay?" He asked as he walked closer to Jam's crib. Jam used his foot to push the blankets over the wet spot on tried his best to cover up the wet stain on his pjs. "Uh-huh! Um-um go back ta eep papa! M okays." He said as he quickly waved off Toby. "Don't come hewe!" Toby raised an eyebrow already being able to tell something was off not to mention because he's a wolf he could smell something was off too. Toby ignored Jam's protest to come closer and walked up to the crib. "Kiddo? Did you have an accident?" He asked gently. "Nuh-uh! I nevew evew has those! Evew! Neva in a gillion yeaws!" Toby sighed as he leaned on the crib with his forearms. "Jam....you know to tell papa the truth. If you did it's okay. I'm not mad at you." Jam hesitated for a bit before feeling tears well up and spill out. "N-nuh I didn...didnt..." He said shakily as Toby picked him up and patted his back. "Shhh shhh it's okay...we'll get you all cleaned up okay? But afterwards I wanna tell you something, okay?" He asked Jam, who nodded through his tears and whimpers.

After a bath, sheet change, and bottle Toby kneeled in front of Jam. "Okay kiddo, remeber how I said I wanted to talk to you?" Jam nodded. "Well....ive been noticing that sometimes you have trouble with accidents...especially at night. Do you go to the bathroom before you sleep?" Jam shrugged. "Sometimes I do buh oder times I just fowget to cuz I don't feew it..." He said as he averted his gaze to the floor. Toby put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. "That's okay kiddo. Accidents happen but I think that maybe it's time to put you into some padding. At least for the night to stop those accidents from ruining your crib and getting it all yucky. You don't like sleeping on yucky, wet sheets right?" Toby asked as he held up a diaper for Jam's size. Jam looked away, he wasn't too sure about it. He was nervous. What kind of big boy wears diapers? He didn't want to! But he also hated the texture of wet sheets too. "I don't wanna! Das fow babies!" Toby shook his head. "Kiddo its not for babies, its just for people who can have accidents sometimes, or for comfort. Your friend Zeek has some when he's little too! Ms. Ellie picked this design out special for you. And I promise you'll still stay my big pup even if you have diapers on. So what do ya say bud? Wanna try it at least?" Toby asked as he held out the diapers for Jam to hold. Jam grabbed them looking at the design, they had animals on it and it didn't feel like a bad texture either. He was still a bit hesitant though. Toby rubbed his head reassuringly. "Pup, I know diapers can be a bit daunting or scary but they'll help a lot with these accidents. These ones have wetness indicators so i'll know when to change you. Or if you want you can change yourself too if you want. Whichever feels more comfortable to you." Jam thought for a moment before finally nodding. "Okays papa. M gunna wear dem buh I fink Im gonna change m sewf fow now I fink." He said while looking back up at Toby, who nodded approvingly. "Okay then pup. But if you need any help or want me to change you just let me know okay? I just want you to be comfortable." Toby said before Jam hugged onto him. "Fanks papa." Toby smiled as his tail wagged. "No problem kiddo. You wanna try them on and see how they feel? Do you need help?" He asked as he held onto Jam's hand. Jam nodded. "Yeah....I dunno how ta put dese tingys on..." "That's okay pup. I'll show you how to, so if you want to you can take them on and off yourself." He said as he took Jam to the bathroom.

A few minuted later Jam came out with a slight waddle due to the thickness of the diaper. Toby patted his back reassuringly. "It's okay pup, you'll get used to it as time goes on." Jam felt a bit better at that reassurance and felt a bit more comforted by having padding on too! "Dis not too bad." He said as he kept on waddling around. "Do you want me to take a picture to show Ms. Ellie that you liked the design she picked out for you?" He asked. Jam nodded. "Yea! An ze-ze can se dat we boff matchins now!" Toby chuckled and took out his phone camera. "Okay look at the camera say cheese!" "Cheese!" Jam said as he stood in a superhero like pose with his diaper on. He didn't feel nearly as embarrassed as he did before. All that mattered was that to his papa he was a big boy with or without the diaper, and that it was all just to help with his accidents. No shame in that.

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[craziechwiv]

The Paladin and their Succubus frenemy - 3.5

Still at the tavern, our team of heroes decide to formally meet their new teammate who has suddenly appear out of the blue. Everyone is intent on knowing who she is and how she got into contact with their group, and most importantly, what does she bring to the table besides the word of their leader.

And the champion and very keen on finding out why she was so close to the leader, both in sitting right next to him and...whenever he slides alil further away from her, she'd slide closer to him. And why was she looking at him like that? All of this just made Pyrrha question if Ren was telling the truth or a misfortune. Could it be that Jaune has been seeing someone behind her- er, their team's back?

???: Pyrrha?

She would not have it, for all she knows, this mysterious woman possibly put a spell on her Ja- leader...making him fall in love with her. Or has some blackmail on him so he is forced to love her! She must know the truth.

???: Pyrrha!

She'll interrogate the girl when their alone, and if she shows her true colors to her, she won't hesitate to dispatch the foe. For their safety, and for her Jau-

Jaune: PYRRHA!

Pyrrha: AH! Y-Yes Jaune?

Too bad for Pyrrha, she has been staring and giving Ruby a deathly glare ever since they sat down. While Jaune was concerned about the whole situation, Ruby just looked back at Pyrrha with a smug look. Nora and Ren we're sitting beside Pyrrha on each side...but further away in their seats to not get in the way in case she instinctly pulled out her weapon.

Pyrrha: Ahem, sorry. Uhm, so Ms. Ruby...where are you from again?

Ruby: It's quite already first off. I am from an...eventful place lets call it.

Ren: And where is this 'eventful place' you speak of?

Ruby: It's an island called Patch. As soon as I became old enough to travel by myself, I did just that. Although coming here wasn't the nicest welcome as I was attacked by bandits...

Ren: Ah, there has been rumors of bandits becoming more frequent as of late, hopefully they didn't take much from you.

Ruby: Actually, they didn't even take anything. I took care of them myself.

Ren: Really?

Nora: Oooh, how? How?!

Ruby: With this beauty~!

Ruby pulls out a bulky stick that was latched onto her back, and as the others took a look at it, Ruby clicked a button and it became the same scythe Jaune saw.

Nora: WOAH!

Ren: That is...something,

Pyrrha: Indeed, it seems to be masterfully made to.

Ruby: Hehe yeah. It's a gift from my mom, uh...'gods' rest her soul on that remark. But uh, I am quite proficient in it. Always have been after my dad figured he couldn't keep me tied to home for much longer...so now I'm here. And I want to join your team if I can.

The rest of the team just looked at her with skeptical looks, making both Ruby and Jaune a bit tense at the moment. However, Pyrrha stood up and walked towards where Ruby was sitting. The small girl looked at Pyrrha with a anxious look, preparing for the worst...until she saw Pyrrha extend her hand.

Pyrrha: Then, let me be the uh...second to welcome to our team. A friend of Jaune is a friend of ours and we'll do whatever we can to make you feel welcomed here.

Ruby gave a small smile back to Pyrrha and shook her hand tightly.

Ruby: Thanks, I hope to be by your side till the day we all die.

Ren: Speaking of, how did you and Jaune meet?

Jaune: Uhh...

Ruby: Uhm...funny story about that.

P+R: ?

...

Nora: BAHAHAHAHA! OH MY SIDES...THEY HURT~! HAHAHA

Ren: So you thought Jaune was a threat when you both crossed paths at said village he was sent to survey...and nearly killed him?

Ruby, who was looking down at the floor embarrassed: Y-Yep...that's the story.

Nora: HAHAHAHAHA, OH I REALLY NEED ANOTHER DRINK FOR THIS SHIT! BAR KEEP~! POUR MAMA ANOTHER MUG WILL YA?!

Pyrrha:

Jaune: Uhm, you alright Py-

Pyrrha: We're gonna have a talk when we get back to home, Mr. Arc.

Jaune: Oh gods...

Next Chapter >

[saphiccarma]

Title: the moon will sing a song for me

Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Reader (briefish Natasha R x Reader, but not really)

Warnings: None.

{A/N: sorry if Natasha is a little ooc in this one. I hope this is as good as part 1}

Part 1

Things were supposed to be fine between you and Natasha, they were supposed to be fine. Things were fine. You were fine. Natasha was happily married to Maria, and you were happily....you were hapily running backend and doing their paperwork. At first it was difficult to work into a routine while staying at the tower, but it worked.

A few months ago you moved to compound with everyone, but thankfully your routine stayed the same. It was much more spacious in the compound. Tony gave you a bigger room, even though you protested, he claimed, "It's a raise." And raised his hand dismissively.

So yeah, everything was fine.

Right now, you were typing out paperwork after the latest disaster in Lagos. It may have been an accident, and in no way did you blame Wanda, but the paperwork was killing you. Meanwhile, you were pretty sure most of the avengers were out chilling in the main room. You decided to take a break and go check on Wanda.

Peeking into the mainroom, only Clint catching you and sending a small smile, you found no Wanda (and no Tony for that matter, which was odd) so you went to look in her room. You socked feet glided over the floor as you jogged over there before skidding to a halt and letting yourself slide on your socks with a soft laugh. Softly knocking on her door, you could hear television playing inside - the news by the sound of it.

When there was no reply you called out, "Wanda?"

It took a moment before there was a reply, and a hesitant one at that, "Come in."

Carefully you pushed the door open and stepped in. You had never actually been in Wanda's room before, taking in the bookshelf with small trinkets and cluttered desk. Wanda, herself, sat on the large, fluffy, bed. Her legs were sitting criss-crossed as her brown hair fell down past her shoulders. As you stepped closer, hesitating on where to sit, her lips twitched up and her amber-ish green eyes sparkled a little bit. The witch gestured for you to sit on the bed after your obvious hesitation.

You snatched the remote on the way and shut the TV off.

"It's my fault," Wanda spoke first as you sat on the bed, "Turn the TV back on."

"No."

"They're being very specific," her accent laid heavy on her words, it came out more when she was angry.

"It's not all your fault," you shook your head, "there were other's there. And not that I'm blaming him, Rumlow obviously said something to trigger something, but Steve was there first. You did the best you could so it didn't kill everyone in the vicinity."

"People died, that's on me," Wanda refuted her head turning to down as she fiddled with her sleeves.

"Wanda- this job-" you weren't quite sure what to say, comfort was never your thing.

"You try to save as many people as you can," Steve interrupted, and you could barely restrain yourself from glaring at his form leaning on the doorway, "that doesn't always mean everybody, but if we can't find a way to live with that, next time maybe nobody gets saved."

Before anybody could get another word in, there was a distinct sound, almost a whirring sound, and Wanda jumped before Vision phased into the room.

"Vis," she reprimanded, "we talked about this."

"Yes, but the door was open so I assumed-" he gestured to the door as if to make his point, then Wanda gave him a look, so he sighed, "Captain Rogers and Ms. Y/L/N wished to know when Mr. Stark was arriving."

"Thank you, we'll be right down," you said curtly.

Vision hesitated then pointed towards the door, "I'll use the door this time. Oh! and he's brought a guest?"

"Do we know who?" you and Steve asked in tandem, drawing a soft smile out of Wanda.

"The Secretary of State," Vision said before exiting out the hallway.

<____________>

Tony just finished his spiel on the kid who died, the young-ish boy who wanted to make a difference. Your heart ached for the kid and his mom, it did, but the whole world would be taken over at this point if the Avengers hadn't done anything.

"Tony the whole world would be gone if we didn't stop those threats, I'm not-" you didn't even get to finish your sentence before Tony cut you off.

"No, there's no decision making process here," his tone raised (you did not flinch) as he leaned against the counter, "we need to be put in check. By whatever means, I'm game."

There was a slight stunned silence, nobody quite expected Tony to sign the accords.

Steve sighed, "Tony if someone dies on your watch, you don't give up." his tone weighed heavy on his words.

"Who said we're giving up?"

"We are if we don't take responsibility."

"Guys listen-" you tried to get your voice in, but when Tony, Steve, and Rhodey started arguing you were cut off.

They weren't even being that loud, but you despised when people argued and quietly slipped out, just barely catching Wanda's "They'll come for me." You would protect her. Your feet carried you towards the balcony and you took a seat on the ground, tilting your head towards the sky.

These Accords were going to split the team apart, you knew it, but you would be dammed if you lost another group of friends. You wracked your brain for flaws in this plan. If the Avengers were needed but were told 'no', that could cause more disasters. But that wasn't enough. The team could all disagree to sign it, bluff and say they would no longer help and be heroes, but they might be called on their buff. There wasn't a lot of options to keep the team together.

Maybe, just maybe, Steve told you they had 1 month to decide - if the team could win back trust, then maybe they wouldn't have to sign the accords. It was a long shot, and you didn't even know how to pull it off, but it could work.

"What's on your mind?" Natasha asked as she stepped out onto the balcony and slid down the wall next to you, "You got your thinking face on."

You love how she thought everything was perfect between you two.

"Nothing," you croaked, "How're things going with Maria? I haven't seen her in a while."

Natasha winced, "We...aren't on the best of terms right now. Currently taking a break, she has an apartment in the city."

You never expected their marriage to last. Two hotheaded, stubborn women? That was a recipe for disaster. Natasha should have been able to tell, but she seemed to desperate for love. You made a sympathetic face, but offered no other comfort.

"What if..." you trailed off, hesitant, "What if you guys appeal to the UN? Ross gave you a month right? Appeal to the UN, get them to repeal the accords."

Natasha let out a long, heavy breath, "That would never work," she shook her head.

When she oppened her mouth to speak again, Wanda stepped out onto the balcony fidgeting with her cuffs.

"Is it alright if I steal Y/N for a moment? I need her help with something."

It looked like the last thing Natasha wanted to do was say 'yes', but regardless, "Yeah sure, go ahead."

You followed Wanda out into the hall and she led you towards her room silently, stopping just outside the door. The witch bounced on her toes and bit her lip.

Eventually she mumbled, "Do you want to watch a movie with me?"

"Huh?" you asked momentarily stunned.

She looked up, eyes a little wide, "It's just that Vis cancelled for some reason and I have all these snacks so I figured-"

"Wanda," you cut her off with a laugh, "I would love to."

For some reason, an ugly feeling twisted in your gut when she mentioned doing this Vision. You didn't want her to do this with Vision.

Wanda smiled and opened the door to her room. She led you towards her bed and snuggled up under the covers. Tenderly, you sat atop them, careful to keep a boundry. Popcorn and candy sat atop the bed, which the witch softly passed towards you before flicking the TV on.

It was some cheezy sitcom, a genere of movies you had never been particullarly interested, but Wanda would let out small giggles that warmed your heart. The young woman had been through so much and deserved some happiness in her life.

<__________>

Your nose bled as you cradled Wanda in your arms in the airport of Germany. Her strain from using magic and Rhodey's attack was too much.

In the end, when forced to choose sides, you tried to choose neither. Then Tony locked up Wanda, and caught Steve. Before you could even decide, Natasha approached you with her best puppy dog eyes that you could never say no to and asked you to join them.

"Y/N please," she had begged, scooching closer, your shoulders touched, "We need help."

Her hand landed on yours and you shook her off, "No, Nat. I don't- I'm not- this isn't right."

You knees knocked against hers accidentally, "Please," she asked once more.

"No, Natasha." you shook your head.

A steely mask came over her face as she nodded and exited your room. You didn't see her after that until the airport fight.

As the situation escalated, you tried to keep yourself neutral and spent time with Wanda and, unfortunately, Vision. The android didn't seem to like you very much. To be honest neither did you for one, simple, reason. Over the past month you realized you liked Wanda. No, not liked, you loved Wanda. You guys did movie nights together, she taught you how to cook, and simply hung out together despite the chaos growing.

Vision did not seemed pleased by this development. You found it stupid, he was an adriod for pete's sake. You would be damned if you let an advanced microwave steal Wanda.

(Maybe you had already had someone better than you steal the person you love once, and you didn't want that to happen again.)

When Clint stopped by, your first time seeing him since Christmas, he recruited you and you joined the fight.

Now, here you were with a few cuts and a bloody nose craddling Wanda in your arms gently.

"You ok?" you panted as she regained her breath.

"Yeah, you?"

"I'm good," you responded.

Tenderly you bent your head towards hers until your foreheads knocked together. She offered a soft smile, and even though she had looked better before; Wanda looked stunning. Her red centric outfit that made her amber eyes pop. You trailed you eyes further down her face, down the kissable slope of her nose, past her perfect cheekbones - all the way to her soft lips.

She leaned up, her hand coming up to cup the back of your head and pressed her lips softly to yours. You were enveloped by the taste of paprikash and could smell Wanda's honey shampoo, mingled with the smel of sweat and smoke. You pressed lips further into hers with a meek whine and could feel her smile.

Before it could deepen any further you were ripped away, the collar of you shirt pressing against your windpipe. Vision yanked your arms behind your back, leaving Wanda on the ground.

"Vision!" Wanda exclaimed, climbng to her feet, "What are you going?"

"You and Ms. Y/L/N are criminals now, I have a duty to arrest you," he explained in his stupid monotone robot voice.

Wanda raised her hands, ready to fight, before you shook your head.

"We're beat Wanda, let it go."

The witch lowered her hands, giving you a tight-lipped frown to convey her displeasure.

<___________>

The raft was perhaps the most unpleasant prision you had been too. Other than one in Germany, that one really sucked. You had no sense of time on the raft, they delivered food at random intervals - sometimes what felt like days apart, and they only seemed to give water at regular intervals so you wouldn't die.

When Tony first came, you wanted to punch Clint for telling him where Steve and Bucky went. When Tony first came you wanted to punch him. He turned you guys into Ross, and now you were sitting in this stupid water prision and Wanda was in a straight jacket like she was some physcopath. The young brunette hand't spoken in days, opting to stare at the wall - no doubt reminded of her HYDRA days.

Clint and Sam had taken to singing the most horrid songs, but trying to keep the mood up none the less. However, some time ago (you still weren't sure) an officer came and told them if they agreed to house arrest they could go home. Both gentleman agreed giving the rest pitying looks. Clint had tried to advocate for at least you and Wanda (sorry Sam) to come with him, be on house arrest, but he was denied.

After what had felt like at least a month (still time was an unknown variable), Steve, The Winter Soldier, and Natasha came to break you all out. It was perhaps the most messy prison break and you had a feeling the only reason it had any semblence of order was because of Natasha. If it was just Steve and Bucky they would brute force it.

Once they broke you out, all of you went to Wakanda and The Winter Soldier was sent into cyro-freeze. T'Challa, despite previously being against you, offered for the 'Rouges' (as you were dubbed on television) to stay in Wakanda. You all gratefully accepted the offer.

Currently you sat cuddled up with Wanda, her arm wrapped around you as you laid on her chest, watching a sitcom. She claimed it to be one of her childhood favorites, but she said that about every movie.

"Wanda," you peeked up at her as the credits rolled, "Is it wrong that I think I might still love Natasha?"

The woman pursed her lips, "..How much do you love her?"

"I-" you shrugged awkwardly, "I still feel like I love her- I had known when we were little, but I don't love her. I just think I'm-" you reached a hand up to your hair and tugged in frustration because you couldn't get the words out.

You would never break up with Wanda for Natasha. But some stupid little part of your heart still loved Natasha, and for a moment you almost shot your shot. During the early stages of the accords, when she mentioned taking a break with Maria, you almost tried it. Only stopping for two reasons: one, you would almost be helping her cheat on her wife, and two, you were already falling for Wanda. And yet still, there was that lingering warm and fuzzy feeling your chest when you thought of Natasha. That feeling that made you want to care for her and protect her.

Wanda looked down at you, seemingly reading your mind (she probably was), and gently pried your hand away from your hair, "I think..." she bit her lip before "that based on your thoughts, I don't mean to listen they are just loud, that you care for her, but you do not love her," the witch shrugged, "I trust you."

"I love you," you whispered, "I'm supposed to love you."

"Dekta," she took your face in her hands, "you're not supposed to love anyone." she brushed her thumbs over her cheeks.

"...I love you," you stated, your voice firm.

Wanda smiled widely, flashing her pearly white teeth, "I love you too."

You tucked your head into her chest as the next movie began, smiling in content.

<___________>

Life in Wakanda was awesome. You kept in shape, training with the Dora Milaje (even though you got your ass handed to you every time), and running laps around the area. The Winter Soldier came out of cyro not too long ago, and you became pretty good friends with him. Turns out his name was Bucky, and he was actually very sweet, choosing to go work on the farms and earn his keep.

Steve and you often jogged around the area "together". He mainly ran ahead and waited until you were done.

Sam became your new cooking budy, both of you trying out Wakandan recipies and occasionally starting a tiny kitchen fire.

Natasha was a bit of a rocky start once again. She approached you one morning, fiddling with her thumbs - something she never does.

"Look- Y/N," she began after clearing her throat, "Maria and I decided to get a divorce and I was wondering if you wanted to- if you wanted to go out with me?"

Your heart broke at her sad expression, but you already had a girlfriend, "I'm sorry, Nat, but I'm already with Wanda."

"Oh, I see," she visibly deflated, her shoulders dropping.

"But, we can still be friends," you offered a friendly smile with a shrug.

"I would love that."

After that encounter you two spent some awkward time together before building up your usual comfort and hanging around each other like you had been best friends your entire life.

The best part of Wakanda was Wanda.

You two spent most your free time together. Whether it was watching cheezy sitcoms, talking about dark pasts, cooking, making out, or working out together. It made you fall in love with her even more. By this point you had been dating for a year and a half, a year and a half since the accords.

Gosh, it had been a while.

"Y/N, my love," Wanda asked that afternoon, "how would feel about doing a picnic for dinner?"

Ignoring the oddity of the request you grinned, "I would love to."

Which led to your situation of sitting with your girlfriend on a blanket, watching the sun set over a river - a beautiful array of colors. Wanda looked beautiful in the light of the setting un, her brown-ish red hair falling past her shoulds with subtle waves. Her green eyes sparkling against her red-dress. Her lips, plump and kissable, and oh so soft.

You loved every piece of this woman. When you glanced away for a moment, and heard shuffling, you thought nothing of it. But when you turned back around....

Wanda was kneeling on the ground, the softest smile on her face, as she held a small black box in her hand. A glittering, but simple, ring sat snuggly in the box.

"Y/N, my love, my beautiful love, would you do the honor of marrying me?"

You blinked at her like an owl, drawing a soft laugh out of her, before tackling Wanda to ground.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," you chanted.

An angelic laugh left Wanda's mouth as she wrapped her arms around you. You propped yourself up and stared into her eyes, which were shinning with adoration. Pressing a soft kiss to her lips as you savored the moment.

Gosh, you loved this woman. You love her laugh, the way she scrunched her nose when she laughed. You love her eyes, those shiny green with a slight hint of amber eyes. You love her cooking and how she's always willing to cook when your sad. You love the way she tells stories, mostly about her brother. You love the way she cares for you, holding you tenderly in bed and stroking your hair. You love how kissable her lips her, always soft and always tasting faintly of paprikash, and the way her hair smells of honey.

Most of all you love how thoughtful she was. The way she would leave little reminders around your shared room so you wouldn't forget things. When you were sad she always made your favorite comfort meal and listened to your stories of your dad. Both of you watched childish shows together, healing that inner child. There were so many things about her that you loved.

Gosh, you love this woman.

[lovecanbesostrange]

Please know that since yesterday I am mentally trapped in these two panels. There is actually a lot I will miss Krakoa for, but I also felt a bit of resentment throughout the era and this family is a big reason why. NOW that we are in the last stretch of burning it all down and the new X-launch is in reach, we'll get this wedding special. And we finally have all four together in a panel. NOW?! I bought X-Men Unlimited #4 in either fall of '94 or spring '95, solely because of the cover. 30 years of waiting. Let me live in this moment for a bit.

Look at what they are doing with the art! Oh sure, Mystique and Nightcrawler are the blue ones. Pair up Destiny and Rogue next to that to make them look similar enough as well. Only for my brain to scream "but the personalities are the other way around!!!!!!!!". Irene and Kurt work on faith and believe in possibilities and reaching out to be better. Raven and Anna Marie typing this out makes me feel weird are the ones who will kill a bitch and say they will darken their soul so others don't have to. Plus there is the element that they both have lived more than one life and their sense of self is distorted .

They've come a long way, okay?!

Yes this is exactly what it looks like. For plot reasons Nightcrawler was too weak to teleport and dangling off a cliff next to Mystique. And of course Rogue could only save one and before she made a decision Mystique said "I make this for you" and let go. I still like to believe she flipped them the bird when she fell. Because she is Mystique. "HaHa! Take this, you think I'm the worst mother ever, but you will have to live with a moment of nobility from me!" (Also Destiny knew this would come, and she fucking knows there is something good inside of Mystique. It just comes out... different. And needs very specific circumstances.)

Apart from X-Men Evolution (and the X-Men Forever alternate history comic with its very special vibes), we have never gotten any bigger acknowledgement of this family. And Irene has been cut out. Either conveniently on account of being dead, or because she's an old lady and clearly just a gal pal, ahem. (It's also very funny to me to go back to their first appearances, where the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants has the biggest Three Stooges energy ever. I needed Mystique, Destiny, Rogue, Pyro, Blob and Avalanche to have a drinking contest on Krakoa. That is what Krakoa was supposed to be about!! You needed to give us 200% domestic nonsense, fun and games. So it would hurt everybody when it was inevitably taken away. EVERYBODY needed to find happiness in that place in unconventional ways.)

Sadly not my original thought (I don't have those), but recently I read some comment where somebody said that with Irene being his bio-mother, Kurt should have inherited a type of precog-sense, a sorta spidey-sense for teleportation. A natural ability that he won't teleport into an obstacle. And I would be so on board with that. (Also funny, because Ms Marvel had that type of sense and I could pull up panels where Nightcrawler tried to trigger that in Rogue.) Would it be weird to add that now? Sure. But also super cute and helpful.

My deepest gratitude goes out to the fanartists who have doodled and sketched and painted cute family moments for them out of time. Now canon can catch up. Imagine their dinner conversations. N: "Logan is my best friend." M: "Oh, that reminds me there is this blue furball running around with his and my powers. I don't even remember if we ever had sex or not, we're so close in age and have these memory gaps." N: "Mutter, nein!" D: "You should ask him out, you two would make a cute couple. Trust me." R: "You're setting up Nightcrawler with Wolverine and keep giving me grief over Gambit?" M: "He speaks too much French! Wolverine might be Canadian, but at least he's not a Franco-Canadian!" N: "So I couldn't date Northstar?"

Do not get me wrong though. Mystique and Destiny are horrible people and they will stab others in the back. They have worked for the government, they have plotted assassinations of government people. They have fought alongside and against the X-Men. I don't want them tamed or be reasonable. I want their mess. I want them as anti-villains. Because they don't do heinous things for nothing. They like to create less horrible murder events than what could be... some writers just liked to go overboard with the scheming and forgot the sympathic undertones, which I want to cling to. And we deserved a time of peace on Krakoa. Truly imagine a Mystique who was happy on Krakoa. And the absolut batshit villainous energy when it's burned down against her will... now THAT would have been something. Instead of baking resentment into the foundation.

[spankingwishes2]

Taking It Seriously

@ms-hairbrush wrote:

You shivered as you undressed, you knew she was attractive, you being 22 and she 72. Going to get a spanking with a rectangle wooden hairbrush she kept on her vanity. I'll be good you bawled as she put everything she had into the paddling. A good three minutes she spanked you non stop, about 2 swats every second. Held in place as she scissored your legs and pulled your left arm up your back. You couldn't have imagined how much the spanking hurt, but it did tremendously. After that first time, you were subjected to frequent spankings over her knee with her wooden hairbrush.

***

I had confessed one of my favorite fantasies... where a woman is (wrongly) convinced that for some reason I am unwilling to go down on her... in this case it had nothing to do with looks or weight, the 50-year age difference was plenty...

Her job was to 'change my mind' and she had convinced herself that I was most extremely reluctant... did not even say why I was being spanked until she had me firmly in place.

No warning, no warm-up... just a fast hard steady walloping with her hairbrush...

"I will have your face between my legs...

"And you will do your very best to please me...

"And satisfy me..."

I couldn't agree fast enough... little good it did me! She didn't slow down a bit!

"Oh, yes, I know you will...

"By the time I finish with your bottom...

"You won't dare do anything but...

"Exactly what I say!"

Was it really only three minutes? My bottom was in flames practically from the start, spanked full sore nearly as quickly - and then spanked more! Tears poured from my eyes!

A moment later I was on the ottoman, on my back, bridging to keep my roasted bottom from touching down as she descended on my face... edging on me as my tongue sought her... climaxing the first time almost immediately before settling in to let me demonstrate my skills (never had any complaints!) for a longer, slower labia-lapping... I nearly came myself when she said, "Now do a good job or we'll go right back to the brush!"

We didn't, so I must have... it took her little time afterward to fully bring me off. "That was half of what you'll get next time..." she threatened, "if I ever so much as suspect that you're having one instant of hesitation..."

"No, Ma'am, I won't," I promised with a long moan.

"See that you don't. I'll have my hairbrush handy..."

Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh God...

[kit-williams]

Weight of the Worlds

Thank you for @sleepyfan-blog for letting me use Cedric and @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for letting me use Ramiel; Roland, Arnault, and Angela are my own ocs;

Husbandry Tag list:

@egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts

@ms--lobotomy @nekotaetae

Summary: Cedric and Ramiel meet Angela (Quilterin) and Backerin

Cedric was bouncing slightly as Arnault and Roland had told him that they were going to meet. Ramiel sighed just looking at his fellow Primaris. "It's nothing to be anxious about."

"I'm not anxious I'm excited! I mean getting time to spend with a future Emperor's Champion and Brother Roland always makes me excited." Cedric says as since meeting the pair he's come out of his shell a bit more.

"Careful to not gloat too much about Arnault's achievements." Ramiel had gotten the distinctive feeling the Arnault does not know his eventual fate.

"Oh there you are." A woman's voice chimes in as they turn to look down at the human female just grinning up at them. "Roland was right you boys are sure big." The woman smelt like bread... she smelt like warmth... she smelt like what Roland kept describing. "I would have brought more bread." She looks up at Ramiel, "But I was told that we'd only be meeting one of you today."

Ramiel felt the heat go to his ears, "I see then I'll excuse-"

"Too late!" She declared grinning up at him as she passes him some bread. "Anyway Cedric I brought some more breads to try with some jams and some other things... if Roland isn't eating most of it... ROLAND!" She barks seeing the older Black Templar with some bread sticking out of his mouth. The Primaris marines were surprised at how sheepish he looked. "Bread Addict!" She said exasperated.

Roland walked over holding a large, now opened, container of treats from her shop, "Hallo Ramiel! I thought you were busy today?" Roland says trying to remember the younger Primaris' schedule.

"That was earlier in the day."

"Ah es tut mir leid then we were going to introduce you to our bonded another day but I suppose it can't be helped."

"Arnault I can carry it." A soft voice says.

"Nein." The distinct voice of Arnault says in a tone much softer than Cedric or Ramiel has heard.

"Why not?"

"Because it is too heavy for you."

"Arnault... you're too heavy for me."

Arnault's chuckle reaches the three causing Roland to roll his eyes as the innuendo is lost upon the younger two marines.

They finally see Arnault's bonded carrying a heavy bag. She had downturned eyes giving her a look that she was tired or perhaps docile and meek would be better descriptions. Her blonde hair was in half curls down to her shoulders as she came up to the middle of Arnault's stomach. Her brown eyes looked at Ramiel with surprise as she looks up at Arnault before he takes the bag and the two finally approach.

"This one is Cedric and this one is Ramiel." Arnault points to each marine.

"Hello." She says softly before pushing the bag Arnault is holding to Cedric. She turns to Ramiel, "I'll get started on yours right away then."

"On what?" Ramiel says while Arnault gets Cedric to open up his gift.

Her gaze turns away from him to Cedric as he looks at the quilted blanket. A large black cross in the center of the off white, patterned, background. "It's weighted. First time doing a weighted quilt but... I think I did a good job." She says smiling at Cedric's owlish look. She looks up at Arnault as he leans over as she whispers something to him.

Roland elbows Cedric, "You going to say something?"

Cedric's ears are red as he realized he was lost in looking it over, "Oh thank you! I'll use it tonight!"

Angela smiles at Cedric before Roland chimes in, "You go put your new blanket in your room and we'll get the food set up for you to try. Ramiel you're free to stay."

"And once meine engel has finished your quilt we will have another day like this for you." Arnault says.

"I look forward to it." Ramiel says with a soft smile.

[kissorkill16]

If Bubba Had Lived In WWWOH: AHNF

By JJ

Summary: The title says it all.

Bubba practically threw the door open.

"Where is he?!", she yelled, "Where is Nicky?!"

Mr. Murtaugh turned around, a worried look on his face, but he still held that creepy smile. "Ms. Fein, thank goodness you're here. You were the only one who picked up the phone."

He pointed to a hospital bed, where Nicky was sound asleep. "Nicky is right here, safe and sound. He cut his fingers a little bit, but he should be fine when he wakes up."

The elderly lady looked down at her grandson, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. "What happened to him?", she asked the science teacher.

"Well, I caught him digging around in the dumpster and he was holding a sharp tin can lid to his throat. As I tried to calm him down, he kept saying "Let me do it" and "I want to die".", said the science teacher. "Ma'am, I'm afraid your grandson had a panic attack."

Bubba's eyes widened in shock, and she was so thankful that Mr. Murtaugh saved him in time. "My poor little boy.", she whispered as she looked at her grandson once again. "What could have drove him to this? He was fine when he left, just...angry."

Just then, Mr. Murtaugh showed the elderly lady a newspaper article.

Bubba took the article, and she was absolutely shocked to see Nicky on the front page. He was throwing a chair out of his bedroom window.

So that's why she heard glass breaking upstairs just the other night.

But another thing Bubba seemed to remember was that it was also around the time where she caught the group of children in the backyard...

Right around his little episode.

Those brats drove him to this and publicly humiliated him.

Without realizing it, she tore the article in half. Mr. Murtaugh stepped back when he realized how angry she was. "M-Ma'am...? Do you want me to -"

Then out of nowhere, Bubba started to cry, and she wiped her tears with the torn up newspaper article. "This city is too dangerous for him.", she whispered.

"Hm?"

"I never realized how much he's suffered here until now. His friends don't care about him, his own parents don't care about him, and this is how people are viewing him now! As a psychopath!", she yelled. "I can't trust anyone around my grandson. I can't leave him with other people, and I can't leave him alone."

Mr. Murtaugh put a gentle hand on the elderly lady's shoulder, "Ms. Fein, of course you can trust other people. Well, you can trust me.", he said. "Remember when you said you'd consider therapy for Nicholas?"

"Yes...?"

"Have you thought about it long enough, dear?", asked Mr. Murtaugh. "Of course, I won't force you to say yes. Though I do feel like it's best that Nicholas gets the help he needs from not only you, but from someone else who cares. I just think it must be so difficult for you to try and take care of Nicky on your own."

Bubba looked down at her shoes, "It has been really difficult lately.", she said.

"I know, ma'am. I completely understand. That's why I'm offering my services as his personal counselor, and we'll have weekly therapy sessions, and you're more than welcome to tag along if you don't completely trust me to be alone with him."

Bubba looked up at Mr. Murtaugh and locked eyes with him, "Alright.", she said. "I will drop Nicky off for weekly therapy sessions and I will be standing outside of the room while you two speak."

Mr. Murtaugh clapped his hands, "Brilliant!", he said. "Thank you, madam."

Just then, Nicky started to twitch a little, and his eyes slowly opened. "Bubba...?", he said.

The elderly lady turned around and immediately ran to her grandson, wrapping her arms around him in a warm, tight embrace.

"Oh thank goodness you're alright, little wolf!", she said. "I came as soon as your science teacher called me."

Nicky looked at his grandmother, confused. "Mr. Murtaugh?", he asked. "What happened to me? I was in the dumpster and...and..."

"You had a panic attack, Nicholas."

Nicky turned to look at Mr. Murtaugh, eyes widened, like he couldn't believe it. "Panic attack?", he said. "But I...that doesn't make...uh..."

"You don't remember a thing. Do you, Nicholas?", asked Bubba. Nicky looked at his grandmother and shook his head, "No, I don't."

Mr. Murtaugh smiled, walked over to Nicky and patted his head. "It's perfectly normal if you don't remember anything during your panic attack.", he said. "I'll notify Principal Abanate about this and you two can go home. In the meantime, Nicholas should get some rest."

As the two left the infirmary, Nicky hid behind his grandmother as all of the other kids walking through the halls started snickering and whispering behind their hands.

Just like his second day at school.

As they made their way to the exit, Nicky saw his friends in the corner of his eye. He went to go see them, but Bubba grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.

"Go wait for me outside."

Nicky looked down at the floor as he walked outside.

Meanwhile, Bubba stormed over to Trinity and threw the newspaper article she still held in her hand to the ground.

"Look what you brats did.", she growled.

Trinity picked up the article, "Ma'am, please. I didn't do this! We didn't do this! We never meant for any of this to happen!"

"Yeah, old lady!", said the girl in the pink baseball hat. "If you want to get pissed at someone, get pissed at Finch! She's the one who -"

"ENOUGH!"

At her sudden outburst, everyone who was walking by stopped to look at the elderly lady.

"I didn't want to believe it, because I never thought children were capable of such disgusting acts! But seeing this, this, this is just disgusting! You're just as bad as your mother, young lady. All of you are just demons disguised as children!"

At first, everyone else was laughing as she ranted on and on about demons, but then they started to get scared, really scared.

"I don't care if you're under attack, young lady. That's no excuse for you to keep mentally torturing my grandson. That's no excuse for any of you to hurt him!", she growled, pointing at all of the children with her cane. "Nicky was taken from me from that devil Mr. Peterson, and I have to be there to care for him because no one else is there!"

She bent over to lock eyes with Trinity.

"I love my grandson, Bales. I won't let anyone drive him to take his life away.", then she stood back up, "And if I ever see any of you little brats around him again, I'll make every single one of you regret the day you were born!"

She took a moment to breathe, satisfied with the sight of all of the children looking up at her in fear. She bent over to look at Trinity once again, locking eyes with her. "Have I made myself clear?"

Trinity's hands trembled, but she nodded. "Yes, ma'am.", she said.

Bubba looked at the rest of the children, and they all nodded, simultaneously saying "Yes, ma'am.". She stood back up and walked out of the doors of the school, taking Nicky's hand in hers, and leaving school grounds completely.

Next part:

[lover-girl-estxx]

Nate x reader, meeting him for the first time

Fluff

Sever

(26)

I was working night shirt till 1:30am most of the time no one really came in, except for tonight the bell rung on the top of door. "hi" I gave a smiled "hi" he sat at the bar top. He had a black hoodie on but the hood down, and a purple and yellow spot on his face.

"what would you like to drink?" I softly asked "you have drink drinks?" he looked at me rubbing his chin "I have beer" "i'll have a Modelo" I nodded.

I set the cold beer in front of him "thanks!" he lightly smiled taking his eyes off the TV to mine "gonna eat?" he shook his head "how about some ice for your face" he laughed "thanks but i've had ice on it for three hours" I smirked raising my brows crossing my arms "mind me asking?" "no i'm a fighter I had fight tonight just wanted to be by my self for a bit" "Oh i'll leave you be let me know if you need another beer" "no no no I don't now I want to talk".

"the big fight down the street? that everyones talking about?" he nodded "huh" "what?" "are you good?" he laughed "yeah i'm good I won" "we'll see" I grabbed the remote typing his name into the youtube bar.

I went to one "oh no I did lose that one" he grabbed the remote picked another one I giggled and leaned on counter. "okay your pretty good" I shrugged with a smirk "thanks" he chuckled "no like for real..I might have to start watching" He smiled.

"they make you work by yourself?" he asked "yeah but I don't mind no one comes in" I said getting him another beer "but when they do?" "they're just old guys or drunk girls" I shrugged he nodded. "well no more work talk talk me about yourself" he said taking another sip "um i don't know" he smiled "come on" "um I like writing and reading" "what else?" "I don't know I like surfing I guess" "how old are you?" "umm" "sounded a little creepy" "a bit but i'm 26" "me too".

"it's getting late I should go, could I get the check?" he asked softly "it's on the house Champ" I smiled "No no I got it" he said "no I got it" he pulled out a bill "you have a pen" I handed him a pen he wrote on it I grabbed it and it was his number "I will take the number not the twenty" I pulled my phone out typing in the number "no it's fine" he smiled "its fine" I stuck the bill back in his hoodie.

"bye ms Y/n" he put the bill on the front counter "Nate!" "Text me" he smiled walking out. I put his name into the google bar looking through the pictures "oh I will be texting him" as I kept looking when I get @ natediaz209 started following you

Y: your a stalker N: your not? Y: no I am i'm just letting you know you are too :)

[heliosthegriffin]

Shadow Knight and Magical Girls XIX

Ao3 link

Chapter 19

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Yellow floated aimlessly across the sky, feeling tired and achy across her body, all from the new training regime Ms. Purple and her family had been putting on her and the rest of the Magical Girls. A couple weeks ago, she might have been angry, at the idea that they needed to improve, but recent events had shown her the what a blunder that thinking was.

Though, she felt somewhat cheated, held back by the way they taught her. Her dad and mom had been teaching her all her life, Uncle Qrow too, and Ms. Goodwitch was a ok teacher too, but they all lacked something in they're teaching her.

An energy signature then touched her senses, hidden as it was (Which was weird, as souls all had either lock or unlocked energy levels, so the fact his soul was managing to blend in was just strange.) Yellow had been improving her Soul Perception and managed to locate him.

Floating down gently, she called out in a calm, friendly manner. "Freeze, criminal scum!" Then ducked, as she felt a surge of aggression, a slug of metal flying over her head.

"Oh, it's you." He said tiredly. "What brings you over?"

Shadow Knight looked a little different tonight, Yellow thought. He was wearing a lot more metal, kinda like a actual Knight, well if a Knight also wore tactical gear on and underneath it, so more like a modern knight, than a geezer in a armor.

Now that she thought about it, Shadow Knight was a mouth full, she needed to give him a nickname. Something that wouldn't take all Knight. She giggled inside at the unintentional pun.

"Gee, is that anyway to greet your favorite flying friend?"

"Friends? I don't know about that, allies? Yes. Friends? I don't trust you that much."

Yellow floated down to the street, clutching her chest. "Oh, you wound me! You've had me pinned on the ground, struggling and panting, and you won't even say we're friends, Shady?" She said the nickname without thinking twice, not that it seemed to bother him, so she'd keep rolling with it.

He cocked his shotgun menacingly. "And, I'd do it again." Not following for her bait.

Yellow pouted, though, Shady wouldn't see it through her magic obstructing her form. "Pout as much as you like, but don't feel insulted. I'm not a good friend, so you're not missing out." Or so, she thought.

"How do you know I'm pouting?"

"Your body language makes it obvious, I can't see your face, but that doesn't mean I can't ready you."

"Woah, spooky." Yellow walked over to him, slightly spooked that he could do that, but also a bit impressed. "So, what are we doing tonight?"

"We? I'm taking down any Grimm I find, you should probably go find your friends," He looked at her harshly. "Property isn't going to damage itself."

She tried to clap his shoulder, but he nudged out of the way. "Come on, don't be that way! I'm trying to do better!"

"You nearly hit me with a fireball last time, I let you follow along."

"And, I said, I was sorry! How am I going to get better, if I got nobody who will treat me seriously and like an equal, but is also slightly afraid for their life, to help me?"

"I'd say more majorly afraid, but I see your point." He sighed, his voice muffled by some device in his helmet. "Alright, we'll do this again, tonight, but if you blow me up, I'm calling it quits for good."

Yellow felt herself fuss a bit, worried about keeping her side of the bargain. "Deal."

Shady nodded his head, and Yellow realized he was listening to someone else. "We got Grimm about a mile north of here." He took off at a dead sprint that frankly surprised her at how fast he moved.

Still, Yellow is a Magical Girl and catching up to him was child's play. "So, what kind of Grimm? How are we going to clobber them?"

Without breaking stride or taking a breath. "Unclear, but what we're doing is limiting as much damage as possible, and making sure not to hurt anybody."

"Well, duh."

"I'm saying this for your benefit, not mine, I can't shoot fireballs out of my palms."

"Ok, fair."

"Here's what going to happen, I'll distract them, and if they're are any civilians in trouble, you'll get them out."

"Shouldn't I run distraction? Why you get them out?"

"I tend to be a bit surprising to see the first time I walk up to somebody. You? You're a bit more inspiring to see, and a Grimm existing a couple extra seconds is a small price to pay for someone's life."

Yellow slowed for a second, stunned at the the sincerity of his words. "Woah, aren't you selfless?" She still couldn't help snarking a bit.

Shady laughed for a second, catching Yellow by surprise. "No. I'm as greedy as they come, It's just looks selfless. Devious, right?"

Yellow chuckled a bit. Yeah, no way someone could do this entirely pro bono, right? Even, though her gut wasn't convinced.

They arrived on the scene, with only a three pack of beowolves for company. Three low-level Grimm, nothing to Yellow, but a decent challenge for Shady, especially with no civilians nearby. The Pack were crawling around the entrance to an alleyway, sniffing around, eyes glowing in the dark.

Without missing a beat, at a speed that Yellow wouldn't have been able to follow without her Aura and Magic, Shady unslung his shotgun, still running and blasted the mask off a Beowolf. He fired twice more, and the Grimm fell over headless.

This caught the attention of the two other Beowolves who charged at him, Yellow put her hands out ready to blast them into oblivion, but held back her fire at the last moment as Shady was still fighting. Letting her for the first time really watch him fight. In her day to day-life Yellow did boxing for fun and sport, her dad did it and her uncle did MMA, so she knew what skill looked like. She had some herself and had won many medals over the years in the girl's circuit around Vale.

Shady completely outclassed her. His movements were efficient and practically, while still retaining a sort of coolness and awe that for a seconds at a time completely absorbed her into watching him. Her parents and family, they had the same skill, but they lacked the grace he moved with, the utter control he had over the fight.

It was like he was dancing with the Beowolves, the Grimm completely stuck under his tune as he moved. In the almost the same movement, he had shouldered his shotgun, while taking out his ax and shield. The Grimm swung it's claws at him, but it might as well have read him a script of how it was going to try and kill him, because he read it a mile away.

Shield interposed, the claws slid off it's surface, not even leaving a mark, and left the arm open. The ax came from the side, serving the arm at what would be the elbow, then came the back-swing, and the other arm was gone too. The Grimm lost balance, as the other crashed in behind it, the two balling on the street, as Shady put distance between himself and the ball of Grimm.

Yellow realized it was her turn, as he looked at her and nodded, then dove behind a corner. He wanted her to destroy them, but not cause any collateral damage. Hmm, how was she going to do this? The Beowolve's were starting to get untangled, but she couldn't just douse them with fire.

Then Yellow thought for a moment, she need to concentrate her fire, wait, concentrate fire. She shorted. Making a finger gun, and using her other arm as support. Yellow pulled for her magic, letting it build up at her fingertip, but instead of letting it burn out like a flamethrower, she condensed it, like a bullet, holding it in her mind.

She smirked at the tangled Grimm. "Bang!" A yellow bullet of sunlight was shot at the Grimm, lighting up the street for a brief second and making Yellow look away. Then came a loud pop, and when she looked back, all that was left of the Grimm were a greasy black stain, and some burn marks on the ground.

Shady looked at the stain, then back to her. "Good job." Yellow preened. But, before she could say anything, he held up a finger, nodding his head. "We got more, you ready?"

Yellow nodded. Ready to pop some more Grimm.

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Ren was practically dragged down the hallway by Nora, scratch that, he was being dragged. "Nora, I need to change." He pleaded with her, he had just got done with sparring practice for today, and he really needed to clean up.

"Not now Renny! I got to show you something~!" Nora exclaimed excitedly.

Ren resigned himself to his fate. He had the better part of a decade of mixed martial arts training, several feather-weight medals, and he was still powerless before Nora. Though, to be fair, Jaune was weighed more than both of them combined, and he still stepped lightly around they're diminutive forever-friend.

Nora dragged him to a nondescript door, and he dreaded for a moment what was behind it. Nora had a horrible talent for finding things he wish he never saw. Like his parents in the buff, or Jaune's parent's in the buff, or they're middle-school principle with the science teacher in-

"Woah." Ren said. Nora opened the door, and it was full of Shadow Knight pictures and paraphernalia. With the rare videos that existed of him playing on a screen. Jaune was also in there, sleeping at the table, while a Rabbit Faunus drank from a cup humming lightly.

Then stopped, turning red, seeing that she had visitors. "Hu-Hello!" She said nervously, her ears twitching quickly. Nora quickly becoming enthralled by the sight, but Ren was stronger willed.

"Sorry to bother you," He bowed.

"No- no, no problem! All are welcome in the Unofficial Shadow Knight Appreciation Club! Are you here to look around, exchange information, or maybe, possibly, you want to join?" She asked timidly.

"YES!" Nora cheered, as she zoomed around the room oohing and ahing at the displays.

Ren shook his head. "I'm afraid, I'm just here to look around."

"Perfectly fine, no problem at all!" She shook her head, ear's bobbing, Ren started feeling his very will be attacked by the sudden motion, but held strong. He had seen Nora dress up as a unicorn, this was nothing to him.

Ren looked at his male best friend, sleeping like a log and twice as still, which was to anyone else, might have been more than a little concerning. But, even though, Jaune had changed alot over the last year, he still was a deep a sleeper as ever.

Ren chuckled aloud, as he remembered their first sleepover, shortly after they first met. When his mother came to wake them up the next morning she about had a heart-attack seeing Jaune sleep like the dead, only for the blonde boy to get up like nothing was the matter.

It had taken some convincing to his mother to let him sleep over again.

Walking around the room, Ren studied the pictures of the Knight. He wasn't a big fan, but he had nothing against him either. He watched a video of the Shadow Knight fighting five men at once, nodding in approvement. Though, the Knights fighting style left a lot of openings, he noticed, but given he was wearing armor, it wasn't too much a issue to him.

Ren took a seat next to Jaune, having seen enough, even though, Nora was still taking it all in. The Faunus jumped as he sat down though, surprised for some reason.

"I'm sorry, but have I seen you before?" She asked politely.

Ren thought about that for a moment, then remembered when he had forced into drag. "No. Just your imagination." It wasn't the first time he was put into drag, it had happened at the Arc house too, over the last several years. He might have broken in and burn the pictures, if Jaune hadn't done it himself. The more that Lily Ren was known the more powerful she became. But, the less it was remembered, the better.

"But, I could have sworn-," She stopped herself, shrinking in on herself, under Ren's unyielding stare. "Sorry!" Ren undid his stare.

"You probably just saw me around the school, is all."

"Yeah... Must have been that." She sounded unsure of that, but she didn't press the issue. "Thank you for coming to my club." She said a moment later. "I don't get many visitors."

"A shame, your display is very nice." Ren really meant it too, her collection was very impressive, especially considering how niche her topic was.

Her ear's perked up. "Thank you," Her smile was bright. "It's my passion project, and I wouldn't want it to do it any injustice! The Shadow Knight is such a ... Inspiration."

Ren smiled a bit. "I wish you good fortune," He turned to his sleeping friend. "What's your relationship with Jaune?"

She blushed. "Relationship? I wouldn't say that we're in a relationship," She noticed the look on Ren's face. "Oh, he helped me, help get my purse back, the poor crook never had a chance."

Ren felt a surge of pride, and then pity for the crook, when they were younger he and Jaune used to spar for fun. Boy's being boys, except even when they were younger Jaune had a lot of natural strength, so to put it simply, Ren had gotten on a first name basis with the ER staff.

Now, that he had taken advantage of that, training that strength and bulking up? Ren almost paled at the thought. If the man wasn't dead, he'd probably wish he was.

"So, I invited him for tea as thank you, and he's been taking naps in here during free time. Not that I mind! I enjoy his company, and he always there to listen, and-"

Ren nodded. "I get it," He looked at Nora staring at a blurry photo of the Knight being tossed by a explosion. "He's a good listener."

"Yeah, I am," Jaune mumbled groggily, getting up. He stared at Ren. "When did you get here?"

"Oh! They just got here." The faunus chimed in. "One of them would said they'd like to join, too!"

Jaune seemed bothered by that fact, looking at Ren, then Nora, then sighing. "That's nice, Velvet." He looked at his scroll, and swore. "I got to get going."

"Wait!" Velvet called to him as he was getting up. "I was wondering, if, maybe, you were free this weekend?"

"Yeah, I am." Jaune said, without missing a beat. Not seeing the implication she was putting down. Before then turning around and walking toward the door.

Ah, the infamous Arc denseness, Ren thought, he had only heard of it in legends and tome.

"Wait!" Velvet called out, rabbit ears twitching. "There's a historical exhibit at the Vale Exhibits, I was wondering if you wanted to come?"

Jaune paused at the door, hand on the door-knob. "I-"

"We'd love to go!" Nora said. "It'll be a great friends day out!"

"Nora,-" Jaune began, but was shot down by a look from Nora.

"Come on, silly bones! When was the last time we hung out as friends!" She appeared behind Velvet. "Do you really, want to leave this cutie by herself, you monster!?"

Jaune looked to Ren, eyes pleading.

Ren smiled gently. "I mean, you're not a monster, right?

Jaune slumped slightly. "No, not entirely."

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Black and White floated calmly across the night sky.

"So, still rich?"

"Yes, why would that change?"

"Maybe, your father finally grew a consciousness."

"About as likely as Yellow learning self-control."

"That's actually possible, though."

White snorted. "Maybe."

Then down on the ground, a odd sight appeared before them. The Shadow Knight was running, chasing after some small girl carrying a parasol.

White smirked. "Finally! We can bring this ruffian into justice!"

Black looked at her. "Who says ruffian, anymore?"

"Quiet! We must pursue them!"

Black was hesitant though, something was off about this situation, but followed after White anyway.

Despite how fast they could move, the two evaded they're pursuit. Black's sense of unease growing. "White, somethings off."

White slowed down, then stopped. "I think you're right,"

They're pursuit had lead them to the Musuem, the girl with the parasol waiting in front coyly, the Knight nowhere to be seen. Gone like a ghost.

White called down to her, while Black stared at the Museum.

"You, girl! Where is the man that was following you?"

She battered her lashes innocently, twirling her parasol, before pointing at herself.

"Yes! You, please answer our inquire."

She shrugged in a carefree manner.

"You are being very unhelpful, I'd appreciate it if you were to communicate with us."

She shook her head, getting up and walking away, with a skip in her step.

White narrowed her eyes, pointed her finger at the concrete, and create a wall of ice to trap her for questioning. Instead, the girl skated forward up the wall effortlessly, waving at the two, clearly amused.

Then disappeared, skating straight up into the air. Her Soul's signature going with her. White looked at Black. "Did that really happen? Or am I experiencing psychosis?"

"No, it happened."

"Then why do you sound so calm?"

"Because, I have something bigger to worry about."

"Which is?"

"Look at the Museum, look for traces of magic."

"Fine." White did so, looking at where the girl was first, noticing a faint, quickly fading trail of magic. Well, that proved that, she was something unnatural. "That girl was using Magic, Black!"

"Yeah, uh, just look at the museum."

"Alright, but I can't see what is ... so ... important. Black. Please tell me, I'm experiencing, psychosis. I'd really appreciate it, right now."

"Sorry, but we're both still sane. Or mostly sane."

"And, the Museum is lit up with enough magical power to flatten the city."

"Growing, it's still growing."

"Oh. That's bad, that's very bad. We need to get in there now!"

Black shook her head. "Bad idea, this amount of power? We go in, and we might set it off by accident, we need to investigate this, calmly and carefully. I think we still have time, too. It's power is growing, but it looks stable."

White grimaced. "I suppose, but it looks like we have a week at best, before whatever power this is activates."

"Then, we get in there this weekend, all of us, and investigate." Black said with finality. "Unless, we want Vale to be decimated by eldritch power?"

"No, I do not want that. I have investments here."

"Really? What kind?"

White thought for a moment. "It's a charity."

Black smiled. "That's nice."

"I also own several franchise through the city."

"Ok, richy-witchy."

White shrugged. "If the shoe fits, lets go find the others, they need to know."

Black nodded, and they took off.

At the same time a man with Grimm mask stalked shadows around the building, accompanied by a several beowolves, as he eyed the building. "Soon, payday, is so soon."

He looked up at where his mother slept in the sky, her pale face slowly slipping into darknes. She was waning, and soon, it would be a new moon, and his power would be at it's greatest, at least for a night, with no cursed lighted weakening him and his pets.

But, until then, he'd have to wait for payday, and make do with little jobs.

Then he turned around, stalking back into the city, looking for more treasures for himself.

Across the City, the short-woman with the parasol watched as The Shadow Knight and Yellow fought a group of Grimm, only for Yellow to stop.

"I gotta go," She said hastily, feeling the approach of her fellow magical girls. Yellow didn't want to get Shady involved with them right, now. Especially, considering the last time he met all of them at once. "I'll see you later!" Then took off.

The Shadow Knight gave her a wave as she left, then jerked his head, to make eye-contact with the Imp from last week. "What do you want?"

She smiled harmlessly, pointing at herself.

"You've been following me for awhile now, and I don't like that."

Parasol nodded, a smile on her face.

"I'm not some show for you to watch."

Parasol gave a patronizing smile, spreading her arms out in carefree manner. Then she ducked, as a slug ripped into the concrete next to her. She seemed shocked by the sudden violence, his barrel pointed at her.

He spread his arms out carelessly. "Oh? Did that bother you? It's just a game, you know? Nothing to worry about."

Parasol looking more amused than before, she gave him a shining white smile, with teeth that were too perfect to be human, blue him a kiss, before disappearing.

Shadow Knight sighed. "Why, do I know, this isn't the last time I'll have to deal with her?"

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Omake Two: Giant (Arc) Dad

At the Arc Catacombs, Jaune crawled bloody, near-death, but not beaten. He pulled himself down the cold stone stairs, a trail of dark blood behind him, he pulled too hard, throwing himself down the steps in a mess of limbs. He hit the ground hard.

Around him, spectral faces looked at him, as the Oldest walked towards him, her flaming skull looking at him with pity. "I need strength," He breathed raggedly.

The Oldest nodded, and he floated behind her, into a dark room within.

Outside, forces of Villains and Grimm waited for the Knight to return, so they could end him once and for all.

Then they heard it, the clank of armor, and the sound dub-step blaring from the tomb. Fear began to consume them, as the bronze mask of Father stared back at them from the darkness, he stepped out of the darkness.

He wore heavy, stone plate armor, that was so old it appeared green from the moss that grew on it. The plates themselves easily several inches think, it was beyond any rational thought any mortal man could wear such armor, as he moved light as feather.

In his right hand was oversized sword, known as a zweihander, holding it aloft with ease, glowing with chaotic flames.

On his back was light sheild that glowed with a faint green power, that flowed into his back.

He stopped moving, holding his arms out to the world as if to say, 'well, what is it?' Then asked a dreadful sentence. "What rings you got bitch?"

The gather foes fled for their lives, even the Grimm, as the sound of dub-step increased, and he swung his Zweihander, saying, "Fire up the base-cannon!"

There were no survivors.